Hey guys, so my sad excuse for chapter 3 is here. I really don't know why it's called nutrition if nobody's eating anything. I think the plot will begin to become more... actual... in chapter chapter sucks because I'm trying my hardest to maintain straight A's in classes. Luckily, it's the weekend, so I have more time to write and post. AND THANK YOU ALL FOR REVIEWING! This is amazing!-***THE STORY WILL BEGIN TO GET SOMEWHAT INTENSE WITH LANGUAGE THANKS TO TONY AND CLINT BICKERING ON TEXT BRIEFLY. IF YOU FIND THOSE TYPES OF THINGS OFFENSIVE, THEN DON'T READ BEYOND THIS POINT. THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT.***

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"You said you were in eighth grade? Did you mean, like, eleventh or something?! I wasn't able to do that kind of math until 12th grade. Do you know you could be, like, a child prodigy?" The mathematician practically roared in astonishment. He had pulled Bruce out of the classroom.

"I'm going to get that boy to do my homework." Tony whispered to Clint. "I doubt he'd appreciate that, Stark. He's not that clueless." Clint remarked, adding an eye roll to it. "I'll pay him like, a hundred bucks a week." The boy wearing purple shades raised an eyebrow. "Okay, a month." "I think he can tell when somebody just so happens to be using him. As I said a second ago, he's not dumb."

Tony gave off a trademark smirk. "But no one said I couldn't play dumb." Suddenly, Steve (sitting in front of them, eavesdropping) turned around. "Tony, what are you planning now?" He asked. "Well aren't you a nosy little neighbor? Back to ruin my fun again?" Tony asked snidely.

"I think you're mistaking fun for getting expelled, pal. What is this, your third school?" Steve corrected. "Steve, sonny, quit trying to roast me because we all know you're not anywhere near RiceGum's terms of flaming anyone." And with that, Stark made a cheesy, sarcastic grin.

Steve grumbled for having nothing witty to snap back at him. "That's right. Go fuck yourse-" Tony was about to finish saying his sentence when he turned to see Mr. Langley staring into his soul. "...Hi...Mr. Langley…" Tony said, trying not to sound mortified. "You were saying?"

"..." Tony was speechless. He had gotten caught. "Mr. Anthony, you are one of my most advanced math students in the whole school, and yet you choose to get into trouble? You have much more potential in you, so use it for the right thing. Come on, man."

Practically every pair of eyes were staring at Tony. Mr. Langley walked up to the head of the classroom. "Your attention should be up here now." Majority of the class turned their heads as the rest of class.

The class was dismissed to nutrition period, which was fifteen minutes. Tony, Steve, Natasha, and Bruce all sat down at a table. Clint was… "busy", to put it in his words. Thor went to go find his younger brother and ask him to quit being mischievous, though the answer was always no, as well as a slap across the face.

Tony sat down next to Bruce. "Hi." He said, trying to start a conversation. "Umm… hi…" Bruce muttered. "So… I heard you're really smart." Bruce gave a shy smile. "I guess..." Suddenly, Tony's phone rang. He got a text. "Hold on a second." he said, getting out of the table.

clint_ : Tony wyd? Stop

asking him

Tony-srrrk.03: y should I

clint_ : BC thats using

him

Tony-srrrk.03: you honestly act like he'll give

a damn

clint_ : hmm lets think

about this… maybe because he

will?

Tony-srrrk.03: guess what? I dont give not

even half of a shit because i do what I

want

clint_ : Tony you can

be a real bitch sometimes.

Tony-srrrk.03: I thank you dearly for quite

a compliment

"Sorry about that." Tony said, walking back to the table. "So… I was wondering if you could, if possible, help me with my math?" Tony pleaded. "...sure, I guess… I'm not really great at teaching…" Frankly, himself was the only one who knew why.

"Thanks man. Where do you want to meet up? My house?" Tony asked excitedly. "Why not?" Bruce shouted over the bell for next class. Walking to Clint, he asked where the band room was.