Bucky takes the piece of paper and pulls out a pen from his backpack. He waits as Bruce passes out papers to all 100 of the kids. His eyes get stuck on a kid in the back. His eyes bug out of their sockets.
Is that Tony Stark!? He's almost sure that it is but he takes out his phone and does a quick google image search, comparing the pictures he finds there to the boy slumped in the back.
Oh geez, it IS him.
Bucky's excitement grows and he shoves his phone back into his pocket, turning towards the front as he hears someone clear their throat into the microphone.
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"Alright, Ladies and Gentlemen." Bruce is saying. Natasha has her favorite pen twiddling between her fingers, hovering over her small square of paper. She hasn't been nervous in years over a test, but something about this question assigning her the people she would be forced to be around for two months has her on edge. She takes a deep breath and tries to listen to what TA is saying.
Then a thought occurs to her, just because she has to spend time with these people doesn't mean they have to get to know each other. She will keep them at arm's length like she does everyone else. She doesn't want anyone getting too close.
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"Here's how this works. Put your name at the top of the paper." Bruce watches as 100 pens move over the squares of paper he'd diligently cut last night.
"Once your name is at the top, I want you to write the numbers 1-3 in descending order along the left side of the paper." He hears them comply and he smiles. Here goes. "This may seem like an unorthodox question, but having lived in Brooklyn for several years now, I know what kind of fights this question can lead to. You all have very strong opinions." He hears whispers of curiosity and he straightens.
"I want you to list, starting with number 1, the top three places to eat in the Burrough. Not Queens, not Manhattan, but right here in Brooklyn." He hears the uproar coming. "It can serve any kind of food, vendors, full sit-down restaurants or a quick service, I don't care. But the top 3 places that you think serve the best food in Brooklyn."
He smiles as chaos is unleashed. Kids clambering to write down their answers and yell at anyone who disagrees. He gives them a 1 minute warning.
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Tony's eyebrows quirk up at the question. Not what he was expecting. He smiles as he fills out the first space easily without hesitation. His dad drags him to fancy dinners and every 5 star restaurant in town, but he doesn't list those. He's only gotten the chance to eat at his first choice a few times, but he's never forgotten.
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The pen stills in Steve's hand. His mouth slides to the side as he grimaces. He's only eaten at a few places his entire life. Eating out was always too expensive with his ma, or hard because of his allergies. And now… well he doesn't get the chance, but one place sticks in his mind. He hasn't eaten there in years but he knows it's still there, he passes it often enough, his stomach growling at the smell. He quickly writes it down in the first slot and stares at the other two. The minute is up and he finds himself handing in the paper with only the one answer. He hopes that's okay.
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Clint surreptitiously steps through the crowd of students as they argue over food places. He locates the bright blonde hair, barely visible with the height of the students surrounding him, and makes his way to stand behind him. He leans forward and looks at what the kid writes.
The answer he sees has a smile stretching over Clint's face in disbelief. He quickly copies the answer and waits to see what other two places the kid will write down. When the time is up and Bruce is asking everyone to pass their papers forward, he sees that the other two spaces are still blank. Something about that makes Clint uneasy but he just casually hands his paper to a girl standing in front of them to the left and watches as his paper, identical to the kid's in front of him, disappears in the pile.
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