A/N:*Silently peeks head out from behind pillar with a guilty expression. When seeing all the glares staring back at her she yelps, quickly hiding behind said pillar again. Nervous laughter can be heard from behind the tall column* Heeeeeeeey guys. I know I've been gone for a long time and my excuse for that is I was grounded. Well that's inaccurate. First I had writer's block then I got grounded for six weeks so yeah. But that doesn't matter anymore because it's summer! Which means I can waste as many hours on the internet as I want!(Well I do have those pesky summer assignments for AP but I do most of my writing late at night so no worries) So I'm sorry this took so long but hopefully the length of the chapter makes up for the long wait.

Tony

Tony banged his head against the library table, hoping that maybe the pain would be able to draw his thoughts away from the mind-numbing boredum he was suffering from at the moment. So far the only thing it had accomplished was giving him a raging headache.

"Shh!" Tony lifted his head to give the wrinkled old librarian a bored stare in response to the glare she was sending his way. He couldn't even summon the strength to give her his signature grin due to the boredum induced fogginess in his brain. And this Physics textbook sure wasn't helping things. He basically knew everything that the book stated and he didn't need a refresher course in, well, anything so he was forced to entertain himself in some other way.

The dark haired boy tore his gaze away from the old woman's to look at his tablemates. His dark eyes fell on the curly haired teen before him. The smaller boy seemed pretty satisfied, his forehead creased with concentration as he read the pages of the magazine before him. Tony could feel impatience tug at his conciousness as he watched the boy slowly change the page. He really wanted that science journal but he restrained himself otherwise the blondie would get upset again. Speaking of the blondie...

Tony turned his head to look at the red-nosed reindeer sitting beside him. The blond haired boy had a happy smile on his face, his leg shaking up and down under the table. Tony frowned, well that was kinda annoying. The young billionaire peeked at the other boy's reading material before raising an eyebrow. An art book? Tony took another look at the larger boy. No, he really didn't look like the artistic type. He looked like the all-american boy: Blond hair, blue eyes, square jaw and wide shoulders. He looked like the quarterback type, who enjoyed apple pie baked by his mother on Sundays. Tony nodded to himself, that's the kind of guy he looked like. No doubt about it. He was probably a boy scout to top it all off.

As if sensing Tony's eyes on him Blondie looked up from his book to look at the dark haired boy. He raised an eyebrow when he caught Tony staring at him, a strange expression on his face. Tony smiled back, fluttering his eyelashes with a small flirtatious wave. Blondie blinked in surprise before quickly averting his gaze back to his book. Tony chuckled to himself, messing with people was just too easy sometimes. He frowned, that entertained him for about five seconds. Now what?

As Tony thought to himself he hummed quietly to himself, tapping his fingers lightly against the table. Beside him he saw Blondie stiffen, a small frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. Tony raised an eyebrow at the action, tapping his fingers a little quicker in experimentation. Sure enough Boy scout responded, his left eye twitching slightly as he changed the page in his book. Tony felt a grin slowly curl onto his lips. So the tapping bothered Blondie huh? He could have fun with this.

The dark haired boy's eyes flicked to the Physics book before him for a moment, reading the words displayed there. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Tony grinned slightly as he started to hum a little louder, looking to the boy for his reaction to Tony's action.

Sure enough the blond's eyes narrowed into a glare as he struggled to ignore the annoying brunette. Tony hummed to himself, bobbing his head up and down to the music only he heard in his head. He watched as the blond boy's muscles stiffened even further yet he still refused to say anything about it. The dark haired boy ignored the icy glares he got from the other library inhabitants due to the noise and grinned at the attention. Maybe he should rethink his posistion on Physics, it really was quite entertaining. He tapped his fingers to the rhythm in his head to the most annoying song he could think of, a giddy grin curling onto his lips as his favorite part of the song neared. He inhaled deeply, banging his hands loudly now as he began to sing.

"I'm a Barbie Girl! In a Barbie Wo-orld! Life in plastic, it's fantastic! You can brush my hair, undress me everywhe-eeere! Imagination, life is your creatio-"

"Would you please stop!?" The blondie yelled, slamming his hands forcefully on the desk as he turned to glare at Tony with those sky blue eyes of his. Tony blinked in slight surprise at the larger boy's outburst, not entirely expecting the yelling but it was entertaining to say the least.

"Shhh!" The old hag of a librarian hissed at Blondie, sending her own fierce glare his way. His face burned the same bright red as his nose as he smiled sheepishly, sinking lowly into his seat to avoid the glares thrown in his direction.

Tony smirked at the other boy's plight, leaning over to whisper to the scrawny boy hogging the science journal next to him.

"Sheesh, some people are just so inconsiderate." The curly haired boy gave a small smile in response without looking up, silently flipping his page. The boy scout, however, looked like he had many things to say to Tony, including some "Gosh darnit"s and many "Well gee"s. Tony nodded sagely to himself, All-American boy over there surely seemed like the type. The other boy steeled his glare at the dark haired teen, his mouth moving as he mumbled a "Gosh darnit." underneath his breath. Tony smirked to himself. Oh, how he loved being right.

Clint

The brown haired boy grumbled to himself as he moved swiftly along the tops of the bookshelves. He ignored the slight sting still panging in the center of his chest from his unexcpected 'trip' while he searched for his assailant. That little snot-nosed brat didn't know what he had coming to him, not now that he had incured the wrath of the mighty Hawkeye! He laughed manically under his breath as he continued to crawl along the shelves. Although he was set in revenge mode at the moment Clint couldn't help puzzling over the boy who had pushed him. The way he was remembering what happened didn't entirely make sense.

/FLASHBACK/

Clint stalked along the shelves top, smirking to himself as he avoided detection. He wasn't one of S.H.E.I.L.D.'s top youth opperative for nothing. Sure, he was a bit arrogant but could you blame him? He was, of course, simply amazing. With that thought in his mind Clint grinned to himself, basking in his own self-proclaimed awesomeness.

Silently the blue eyed boy leapt onto another shelf, smiling as it didn't so much as shift under his landing.

"Quite impressive." Clint froze for a moment at the sound of a voice. Crap, he was caught for sure now. He could literally feel as his awesomeness flew from his body. 'No, come back...' he thought weakly, holding out his hand as if reaching for the fleeing amazingness.

"Well that's just strange." Clint frowned at the mocking tone of the voice, turning to glare at the source of his greatness leaving him. Nobody made a fool out of Clint Barton! No one had been more wrong in the history of the world. Ever.

Clint blinked, looking in confusion at the boy sprawled out before him. His emerald green eyes watched Clint as his thin lips curled into a mischevious smirk, sending an involuntary shiver down the agent's spine. He had the strange feeling that he should be careful around this kid, though why he couldn't be sure. He breathed a slight breath of relief at not actually being caught by an authority figure but it stung his pride a bit to realize he had been discovered by a child(one that was obviously younger than him to boot). Clint raised an eyebrow at the younger boy before speaking.

"What are you doing up here kid? In fact, how did you get up here in the first place?" The smaller boy's eyes narrowed at Clint's jab at his age, lips peeling away from his teeth in a sneer.

"Kid? Hmph, peasant you best remember your place." The dark haired boy scoffed, smirking at Clint.

The blue eyed boy blinked, mouthing 'peasant' to himself in slight confusion. He'd been called worse things, things that if he said would get his mouth washed out with soap(S.H.I.E.L.D. had a strict 'no profanity' policy, though that didn't stop Clint) but there was something in this kid's voice that caused Clint's eyes to narrow. Something about the pure smugness that made Clint's eye twitch. It made Clint feel like he was being laughed at, and if there was one thing Clint Barton had it was being laughed at.

"Peasant? Just who do you think you are?" The S.H.E.I.L.D. agent nearly growled, moving toward the green eyed boy menacingly. He wasn't gonna hurt him, Clint wasn't a bully, he just wanted to scare the kid a little. The other boy grinned a sickly sweet, his eye slightly crazed as he flipped a page in the ols weathered book before him.

"I believe that I am Loki. While this has been a wondorous conversation I do believe that it's time for you to go." With that being said the younger boy lifted his hand, palm towards Clint. The brown haired boy barely had time to raise an eyebrow in confusion before he felt the air flee his lungs as a strong force struck his chest. He gasped at the pain and shock of the situation while he felt himself fall backwards.

'He pushed me,' was Clint's only thought as his back collided with the ground.

/END FLASHBACK/

So there Clint was on the shelf tops, puzzling and puzzling until his puzzler was sore. He couldn't remember the younger boy even laying a hand on him, but he had of course. There was no other possible explaination...was there?

Clint searched silently for his prey until his eyes fell on a head of black hair on the book shelf three shelves away from his. A sadistic smirk grew onto the brwonhaired boy's face as he leapt from shelf top to shelf top until he reached the other boy. Clint moved closer to the boy whose back was turned to him until he was about two feet away from him before sitting down, his legs dangling off the sides of the shelf. Clint leaned back on his palms before schooling his features into an indifferent gaze(taught to him by S.H.E.I.L.D.) before speaking.

"Don't you know it's rude to push people from bookshelves? Didn't your mother teach you any manners?" Clint asked, waiting for the younger boy to look at him.

"Didn't your mother teach you that it is rude to sneak up on people?" The other boy asked, looking over his shoulder at Clint.

"My mother's dead." Clint stated matter'o'factly, as if he was telling him the time. The other boy nodded with a slight frown.

"How unfortunate," he said, turning his head back to whatever was in front of him, probably that book from earlier. Clint hear the sound of a page turning before the younger boy speak again.

"Now who will teach you manners?" Clint took the jab calmly, not allowing his anger to effect him as it had done earlier. Instead he calmly rolled up the sleeves of his hoodie while looking at the younger boy's back.

"I don't know, but I s'pose it's my job to teach you some."

The younger boy scoffed, turning his emerald gaze back to Clint, mirth gleaming in their reflective surface.

"I'd like to see you try." The younger boy said, truning his head away from Clint and lifting his head to the heavens. The brown haired boy watched in confusion as the other boy inhaled deeply.

"Thor! This mortal is being unkind to me!" He yelled with a calm expression. Clint winced at the other boy's volume, faltering for a moment before shushing him.

"Dude, what are you doin? This is a libarary-" Clint was cut off, however, by a flash of yellow followed closely by an eruption of pain slamming into his shoulder. Clint felt as he was knocked off his feet, sent flying across the library until he fell onto a table, breaking it into a mass of splinters. He groaned, rubbing his back and trying to keep his vision from spinning.

"What was that?" The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent groaned, picking himself from the debris around him. That hit had come from completely nowhere, it didn't make sense.

"Clint?" The brown haired boy looked up from his own misery, his blue eyes meeting a pair of dark brown ones. He waved his hand in a two fingered salute.

"'Sup Bruce?" He asked nonchalantly, as if he crashed into tables everyday.

Bruce stared down at the other boy in slight confusion and shock while another dark haired boy sitting next to him was laughing loudly, holding his stomach as if he may fall to pieces.

"Are you okay?" A blond boy Clint didn't know asked, looking at him with concern while holding out his hand to help the other boy out of the remains of the table. Clint looked at him for a moment before getting out of the debris by himself, ignoring the offered hand.

"I'm fine. Thanks."

"Dude! What happened to you?" The dark haired teen asked between laughs, wiping away the tears that formed at the corners of his eyes. Clint glared at him, opening his mouth to answer when someone beat him to it.

"Who dares try to harm my brother!?" The group all turned towards the source of the voice. The dark haired boy started to snicker while the blond's forehead creased in recognition.

"Thor?" The other large blond, whose eyes were set in a glare aimed at Clint looked over to the other boy before smiling.

"Oh hello Steve."

"What did you do this time Clint?" Natasha asked as she sashshayed up to the scene(and yes, she does sashshay).

"Hey Nat."

"Tony!"

The group of teenagers all looked towards the dark haired boy with matching looks of confusion. He simply jutted out his bottom lip, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well nobody else was going to say it."

"What's going on here!?" The old librarian screeched, storming towards the small group of teenagers with her face contorted into a mask of anger. Clint felt the blood drain from his face as he looked back and forth between the librarian and the smashed table. Well, this can't be good.