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Chapter Fourteen:

After lunch, there was a thirty minute period called 'homeroom.' Students were assigned to a specific classroom and were supervised by a teacher while they listened to the day's announcements and other school related news. For the remainder of the period, students were free to do as they wished; a study hall or a break from school work.

Thor, Loki, and Steve were assigned to the same classroom for homeroom. The three sat in a corner of the room and listened as the school secretary read the day's announcements over the P.A. system. During this time, Steve had gotten up to get a tissue. While he was out of his seat, Loki slipped a whoopee cushion on the super soldier's desk chair.

When Steve returned, he sat down and a most unflattering 'pfffft' sound rang around the classroom. Steve instantly jumped back up, his cheeks flushed scarlet. The rest of the kids in the room were laughing their heads off, Loki most off all.

Steve looked down and swiped the whoopee cushion off his chair. He glared at Loki. "Where did you get this?" He snapped under his breath.

The homeroom monitor was trying to restore order while Loki got his fit of laughter under control.

"I am the god of mischief, did you forget?"

"Yeah, okay." Steve spat. "But I doubt they have these on Asgard." Steve shook the whoopee cushion. "Did Stark give you this?"

Loki's lips twisted into a sly grin. "I shall not divulge my secrets to you."

From behind Loki, Thor leaned forward in his seat, putting his head next to his brother's ear. "Loki, you will answer the captain's question or I shall force the answer from you."

Loki narrowed his eyes and glared over his shoulder at Thor. However, he said, "Some Midgardian child saw what I did to that fool who was interested in Waverly. He said I must have some 'thing' for pranks if I could get that guy to go along with one. He gave me the device that sounds like a bodily function."

Steve huffed his disapproval and then began stabbing holes into the rubber whoopee cushion with his pen. When he was finished, he crossed the room and tossed the now useless toy into the trash can. When he returned to his seat, he made sure to look before he sat.

Lunch and homeroom went by far too quickly. The Avengers, Loki, and Waverly were now seated in the Algebra classroom, staring at a blackboard. The eight 'new students' were crammed in desks at the back of the room. The teacher was clearly not pleased at having all of the new transfers in her class; she glared at them from the front of the room while she lectured on polynomials.

At the very back of the room, Clint had his head propped up on his hand, his elbow resting on his desktop. Naturally, he was fast asleep with a slight trickle of drool hanging at the corner of his mouth. In the seat next to him, Waverly was busy trying to wake him up.

"Psst, Clint." Waverly whispered. She glanced at the teacher then back at her brother. "Bro, wake up. You can't get another detention on the first day."

In front of Waverly, Loki snickered. He swiveled around ever so slightly so that he could whisper to Waverly. "Leave your brother be. It would be nice to see the 'good guys' be punished for once."

Waverly rolled her eyes and went back to staring blankly at her text book. It was at that moment that Clint's elbow slipped off the edge of his desk causing his head to 'thunk' onto the desktop. Most of the kids in the class jumped at the sound. Clint, his forehead red as a tomato, jerked up, now wide awake.

"Yeah Mom, I'm up." He mumbled as he looked around the room, blinking.

Tony and Loki both stifled laughter.

"Mister Barton!" The teacher had turned away from the blackboard where she was writing down an example problem. "If it is not too much trouble, would you please pay attention." The teacher narrowed her eyes. "I will not hesitate to give a new student detention on the first day. Consider this your only warning."

Clint mumbled, "Yes ma'am," and turned his gaze to his notebook, his cheeks now as red as his forehead.

"Tried to wake you," Waverly muttered out of the side of her mouth.

On Clint's other side Natasha whispered, "So much for low profile."

"Aw hush, Romanoff," Tony hissed. "Kid's just havin' fun. Watch this." Not waiting for Natasha to respond, Tony slipped a straw that he had pilfered from the cafeteria out from his pocket. He then tore off a corner of a piece of his notebook paper, waded it up, and stuck it in his mouth. When the paper was thoroughly moistened he stuck it on the end of the straw and put the straw to his lips.

Bruce had been watching, despite his attempts to actually pay attention (he had a PhD for crying out loud, high school math was hardly a challenge!). "Stark, don't."

Out of the side of his mouth, Tony said. "You gonna stop me?"

"Stark."

"You and what army, Banner? As a kid, you're nearly as scrawny as Rogers over here." Tony nodded to Steve on his left. Then, he allowed himself a chuckle. "Who am I kidding, you're scrawny even when you're full grown. If it wasn't for your green and angry alter ego, you wouldn't even be on the team."

Bruce had clenched his fists and was breathing rather quickly. Steve, who had been listening, leaned across Bruce's desk. "He's just baiting you, Bruce. Don't listen."

Tony shrugged. "It's true though. If it wasn't for the Hulk, Banner would be just another useless science geek." Tony blew into the straw, launching his spit ball at the back of the teacher's head.

At that exact moment, Bruce transitioned into the Hulk with a roar. Green muscles ripped through his purple t-shirt and the Hulk's enormous legs stretched Bruce's jeans to their limit. The plastic chair crumpled beneath the Hulk's weight.

"Oh great," Natasha said, no longer bothering to whisper.

The rest of the classroom had gone silent. The teacher and the other students were turned, their eyes wide. The Hulk stood where Bruce had been just seconds ago, breathing heavily and growling. He let out a roar and crushed what remained of his desk. The room promptly broke into screams. Tony slumped in his seat, laughing hysterically. Loki also had a grin on his face. It was obvious Clint was torn between amusement and dread.

Natasha rounded on Tony. "Stark you dumb ass! What in the hell made you think this would be a good idea?!"

While Natasha was chewing out Tony, Thor, being the only one strong enough to even attempt to hold back the Hulk, had thrown himself across Banner's shoulders and was clinging to Hulk's massive neck. Meanwhile, Steve danced around the rampaging Hulk, yelling at the top of his voice.

"Bruce! Calm down! Tony's an idiot, we all know that! He didn't mean it."

Students were running around the room, dodging flying desks and text books. Waverly had run to the front of the classroom, climbed onto the teacher's desk, and was attempting to calm everyone down.

Waverly yelled above all the noise. "He's a good guy! Tony just pissed him off! He won't hurt you!"

Waverly's words fell on deaf ears as kids sprinted from the classroom. The teacher, cowering behind her desk, called down to the principal; as if he could fix this. As the teacher was wrapping up her desperate phone call, the Hulk threw a desk through a classroom window. The teacher screamed, dropped the phone, and ran out of the room after her students. The Hulk then jumped out the window and took off into the city.

The room was suddenly quiet. That is, except for Natasha and Tony.

"You are such a moron!" Natasha was yelling.

Tony was still laughing.

Steve had run over to the window and was leaning out it, trying to see where Banner had run off to. "Uh, guys. We gotta problem here."

Natasha stopped yelling once she realized Bruce had gone out the window. "Oh shit."

"Tony," Waverly yelled, climbing off the teacher's desk. "This is all your fault. Fury is going to murder us."

"I thought that was all quite brilliant," Loki drawled. "That woman was boring me to tears."

"Loki!" Thor scolded.

"Guys, as funny as that was, Steve is right, we got a problem." Clint said. He had crossed the room to the door and was peering out into the hall. "The principal's coming and if I'm not mistaken, I hear cops coming too."

Sure enough, the sound of police car sirens was steadily growing louder.

Natasha, ever the levelheaded one in times of stress, made a decision. "Let's get out of here and try to find Bruce. We can't let them figure out who we really are. The media will have a field day if they learn we're a bunch of teenagers." Without waiting for the others to agree with her, Natasha leapt out of the first floor window Bruce had demolished and took off in his direction.