Bruce
They laughed in his face, tears collecting at the edges of their eyes. Bruce saw a green tint collecting on his forearm, causing him to panically roll down his shirt sleeves and attempt to leave again. The upperclassman stopped him with a hand, rubbing his eyes with the other.
"That's rich kid," he laughed. Bruce tried to calm his breathing, searching his mind for some remnants of the meditation techniques he had read in a book.
"Well, well, what do we have here? Did someone forget to invite me to the party?" The group turned to the new voice.
He smirked at them all, a severe case of bedhead sitting on top of his head messily. He watched the group with a set of mocking deep brown eyes and wore a deep red short sleeved shirt with a long sleeved gold one underneath with jeans.
The leader sneered,"As if this concerns you fish."
"Oh I know, but sticking my nose where it doesn't belong is one of my favorite pass times." Who was this kid?
The older boy just rolled his eyes, nodding his head in the direction of the new arrival. Suddenly the other three boys had picked him up by his shirt.
"Whoa whoa boys! And I thought we were just becoming friends." He said, watching them all with the same blank stare though he didn't look worried. Bruce's eyes widened, this was exactly what he was trying to avoid. He didn't want people to get hurt because of him, whether it was because of the other guy or himself. He attempted to go forward to help the other boy but he was denied again by a shove to the chest. His books tumbled from his grasp as he slammed into the lockers, a wave of anger slamming into his conciousness as he glared up at the older boy.
"You're not going anywhere." Bruce felt an subconcious growl building up in his throat that he desperatly tried to dismiss but it was cut off by a strangled cry come from before him. He looked around the other boy just as the third body dropped, joining the other two in a heap around the freshman. He stared at the two blankly, a strange glowing blue light being emitted from a device in his hand. Bruce watched the boy with a look of awe while the older stared in horror.
The freshman smirked,"Sorry about that. I have personnal space issues."
"You're a freak!" The upperclassman yelped.
"Stop, you're making me blush!" The younger boy stated with a grin. The bully couldn't get away fast enough, going as far as to jump over the groaning bodies of his friends. Bruce felt the other guy slowly begin to back off, crawling back to his corner of Bruce's mind, disappointed. The dark haired boy turned to Bruce who was busy picking his fallen books. He walked over to Bruce, kneeling down to help the curly haired teen, much to his surprise. He held them out for him. Bruce took them with a murmured,"Thank you," before quickly shuffling down the hall. He knew that he should be more greatful to the other boy but he just wanted to get to class and forget this ever happened.
Tony
Okay, so maybe breaking out the repulser beams this early in the relationship was a bad idea, Tony thought as he watched the other teen bolt down the hall. The other kid was already shaken up from the encounter by the way he was shivering when Tony strutted(that's right because Tony Stark doesn't walk he struts) past the scene, a marvel in technological advancement probably didn't help that. Well,on the bright side it did give him a chance to test the bad boys out.
"Pretty good." He said to himself, slipping his newly tested toys off his hands and into his pockets. He hands followed soon after as he turned on his heel, whistling as he continued to roam the halls as he had been before the interuption. His leasurely stroll didn't last very long though when he felt a heavy hand clamp down on his collar and tug. He was nearly choked. He coughed dramatically until his assailant released him.
"What do you think you're doing out here?" Tony turned around and came face to face with a man in his early to mid-thrities with light brown hair, probably the principal. Tony pasted on his best boyish smile before answering.
"What? You mean this isn't homeroom? Darn. Those school maps are just so confusing."
The man narrowed his eyes,"Very funny young man. Get to class." He ordered.
"Sir yes sir." Tony agreed, saluting before marching towards his classroom. He had nothing better to do anyway.
Steve
Today was going better than he had hoped. He had already made a new friend, most of his teachers had been pleasent and his cold seemed to be getting better. He sneezed. Okay not that last one but who cares? He was happy. Steve sat at his desk, happily scribbling away at his sheet of loose leaf. The teacher, Ms. Hill, had given some free time so he was partaking in one of his favorite hobbies:drawing. So far it was just a mass of curved lines that could barely be mistaken for a human siloette but Steve had time to fill it in. He was sitting alone quietly, Thor had english this period, so he was slightly surprised when someone sat down in the chair next to him. He looked up, coming face to face with a feiry redhead with matching bright red lips. She blinked her clear, ocean blue eyes as her gaze caught his and he sent her a small smile.
"Hello ma'am." He greeted sweetly, remembering the manners his mother had drilled into him from a young age.
"Hey." She grunted, laying her redhead down on her arms though her body language remained stiff and alert. The two sat in awkward silence(which was more awkward for Steve since the girl was breathing deeply like she had fallen asleep), Steve shifted uncomfortably in his seat while absentmindly drawing lines.
"I'm Steve." He blurted, suddenly racked by another coughing fit. She mumbled incoherently, rubbing her eyes and hefting herself up onto her elbows. She watched him with a disarming clear blue stare, blinking lazily as Steve grew even more umcomfortable.
"Natasha," she sighed, slowly blinking her eyes, her eyelashes soft against her pale skin. Steve swallowed audibly, his throat aching at the action.
"Nice to meet you." He smiled sheepishly, his cheeks burning as he heard his voice crack. She raised an eyebrow at his sudden flush before flopping her head back onto her arms. I hate puberty, he thought miserably, holding his head down as he continued his sketch.
Clint
He was anti-social. There was no disputing that fact and he had accepted it. So he sat in the back of the classroom, growled at those who came too close and kept his head down. He was familiar with Natasha and depended on her to watch his back so he was off kilter when they weren't side by side but he wouldn't exactly call that being social. Nope this was a whole new scenario for Clint. Lab partners. He snuck a peak at the nervous looking darkhaired boy beside him who shakily cleaned his glasses before putting them back on. During his introduction Clint was sure the kid was going to have a panic attack, with his short breaths and darting eyes, but he made it through(barely). Now he was fiddling with his hands, mumbling to himself like a crazy person. Clint felt for the guy. This kid was a truly pitiful sight, with his frightened round brown eyes, the constant shivering like a chihuahua. Oh yes, Clint could tell he was bullied a lot. So yes Clint was anti-social but he wasn't cruel.
"Hey kid." He grunted, attempting to make, gulp, small talk. The brunette jumped, catching the pen he had been twiddling with.
"I think we're the same age." The brunette murmured, not looking Clint in the eye.
"Your point?"
"I don't think it's accurate to call me a kid without calling yourself one too."
He had to give him that, the kid was as smart as he looked. Or just a smart alec. Clint gave an indifferent shrug and the two fell into a awkward silence. Now what?, he thought, unsure of himself. This whole talking to people thing sure was hard.
Thor
Midgard was simply, and truly, amazing. He would turn a corner and find a new wonder waiting there for him. Unfortunently his brother did not share his almost child-like fascination with all things Midgard. In fact Loki had watched all of Thor's proceedings with a look of digust, commanding that he "Step away from the midgardian water dispenser! It is most likely riddled with disease!" And other commands of that nature. But overall Thor was having a most grand day. He strolled down the hall, his brother shuffling close at his heels, the two heading to dining hall.
"Isn't today most splendid brother?" Thor asked Loki, a goofy grin plastered to his face.
"Yes if by splendid you mean constantly fighting off disease." Loki muttered bitterly, his head down in his spellbook.
"Brother I don't think that midgardians are riddled with disease."
Loki scoffed in response.
"You should be glad brother. You are always complaining about being confined to the castle and now we have the opportunity to explore, to actually explore brother and you are squandering it with your prejudice!" Thor said exasperated, spinning around to face his brother. But he wasn't there.
"Loki?" Thor called through the crowd. No answer. Oh no.