Clint
It was a long time until a greasy, clad in black man came and collected them.
"Maybe, one of you are worthy enough to be sorted into my house." he sighed, leading them from the room.
"Sorted? What do you mean?" asked Pepper.
"Well in order to attend this school, you have to be sorted into one of four houses, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff or Slytherin, every house has a head of house, I am Slytherin's." he said as if the system was as basic as breathing.
"But this is a school for magic, we're not magic." pointed out Darcy.
"Well, how else could you have been found by Dumbledore? We don't know how you've stayed undetected for this long."
"But-"
"No buts." he snapped.
He stopped them in front of a large set of doors, they could hear talking but they couldn't comprehend it, after a minute or so, the greasy man ushered them in the hall, it was huge with hundreds of students sitting at tables, littered with golden plates that nearly made the length of the hall. All eyes were on them.
Dumbledore was at a podium at the front of the hall. "And here they are now, Thank you Professor Snape."
Dumbledore took his seat and a woman in emerald green robes stood to the front with a piece of parchment.
"Now this will take place like any other sorting, except they will join the sixth years." she boomed. "Firstly, Banner, Bruce!"
Bruce timidly walked up to the lady, she showed him to a seat with a beaten old hat, she picked up the hat and Bruce sat on the stool, when she placed the hat on his head all of the Avengers jumped back in shock, the hat spoke.
"Well, there's no need to think about this, RAVENCLAW!"
The table at the end with ties of blue and bronze cheered, Bruce took this as a hint and went to sit with them.
"Barton, Clint!" she called.
Clint shuffled his way to the seat, and the hat called "HUFFLEPUFF!" after it was placed on his head, he went to sit with the table next to Ravenclaw who had yellow and black ties.
"Foster, Jane!"
The hat barely touched her head when it called "RAVENCLAW!"
"Lewis, Darcy!"
She was placed in Hufflepuff.
"Odinson, Loki!"
Again, it touched his head slightly when the hat cried "SLYTHERIN!" the table on the opposite side of the hall with the mean looking kids with silver and green ties.
"Odinson, Thor!"
He was put in Gryffindor instantly. The table with red and golden ties.
"Potts, Pepper!"
Gryffindor.
"Rogers, Steve!"
Instantly a Gryffindor.
"Romanov, Natasha!"
Slytherin.
"Stark, Tony!"
The hat stalled on Tony but decided Ravenclaw.
"Please, greet our new students with as much hospitality as you would an old friend, dig in!" Dumbledore announced.
On the golden Plates, food appeared, and it was all different types of food, chicken, apples, potatoes, carrots, peas, turkey, pork, chips, salad, chocolate cake, tripe, fries, sausages, Everything.
"I'm Ernie, Ernie McMillan," said a boy next to Clint and Darcy, as there was at least two avengers in each house, so they all stuck with each other. Ernie had light brown curly hair and brown eyes, freckles dotted his face and made him seem a bit younger than what he was.
"Clint Barton." replied Clint.
"Darcy Lewis,"
"I'm Hannah Abbott, I wonder why you've come to Hogwarts so late, are you exchange students?" A girl next Ernie asked.
"We actually had no idea about wizards and witches before this, we lived in America." shrugged Darcy.
"But, America has a wizarding community, I'm Susan Bones by the way." said the girl across from them.
"We had no idea we had magic." said Clint, the Hufflepuffs looked at each other strangely but carried on eating.
Bruce
"So, who are you?" asked an Indian girl from across from Bruce who wasn't either reading, talking to others or eating.
Bruce adjusted his glasses, "I'm Bruce Banner, and this is Tony Stark and Jane Foster from America."
"I'm Padma Patil, are all of you together? I mean the the others who were sorted?"
"Yeah, we're always together." said Tony, briefly glancing up from his food.
"Really, are you exchange students?" asked an Asian girl next to Jane, "I'm Cho Chang."
"Well, the thing is we had no idea we were magical until today." replied Jane.
"That's impossible, you know you're a wizard when your eleven, America has the same laws as us, besides, you would've had signs, and didn't your parents tell you? Or are you muggle born? I'm Terry Boot by the way." a boy with brown hair and pink cheeks said this very quickly.
"Muggle what?" asked Tony.
"Muggle, you know, a non-magical person." said Padma.
"Err, I guess we were Muggles until now and besides, everyone in our group has parental issues here, my dad abused me, killed my mom and he's now dead, his parents were an alcoholic and a genius who didn't take notice of him, who are now dead, and she hasn't heard from her parents since a few years ago." said Bruce. The Ravenclaws were horrified.
"Alright, but there were no signs?" asked Terry again.
"None what so ever." shrugged Tony.
The Ravenclaws looked at each other curiously, something was up with these new kids.
Natasha
"So, you aren't from around here, are you?" asked a smug English voice, Natasha looked up and a boy with bleach blonde hair and grey eyes, like the man in the alley, was grinning at her and Loki.
"Obviously not." she smiled.
"Draco Malfoy, at your service," he said dipping his head slightly, "This is Crabbe and Goyle, who may you be?"
"Natasha Romanov, and this is Loki Odinson."
"Laufeyson." corrected Loki.
"But it said you were Odinson, what type of weird name is that?" asked a girl with a bob of black hair.
Loki flushed red, "As a matter of fact, I'm adopted and the name comes from his father, where Thor and I come from our last name consists of our fathers name then son."
"Is the big bloke your brother?" asked Crabbe.
Loki face-palmed, "I just said I was adopted."
"But do you still live with him?" asked Goyle.
"Sadly yes, he's an idiot."
"Well, he's a Gryffindor, what do you expect, but I really feel sorry for the two Hufflepuffs, if it were me, I'd drop out." shrugged Draco.
"Mind what you say..." said Natasha threateningly.
"Really, what are you going to do about it, and what business do you have with Hufflepuffs?!" asked the girl.
"My friends, and back off. Hufflepuffs aren't bad."
"Ha! Hufflepuffs are complete losers and shouldn't even be here! They're just as bad as Muggles! And I am amazed how you can be friends with them!" spat Malfoy, Natasha wasn't liking these people all that much.
"We'll, they aren't losers because Clint and Darcy were sorted into Hufflepuff." Natasha growled, digging her nails into her palms.
"Well, you aren't going to make a very good Slytherin then are you?" asked Malfoy.
Loki turned up his nose at them, if Loki thought this guy was unpleasant, they were in the same house as the biggest jerk in the school.
"Listen prat, lay off or I'll mess with you so bad, you'll go running to your daddy crying." Natasha
"Oooh, I'm so scared, listen, you're from America, you don't scare Me." said Malfoy.
"I'm not American, I'm Russian, now get your act together or you'll wish you never came here," Natasha spat, obviously Russia had a bad reputation here too because they stopped talking to Natasha and Loki for the rest of the evening. She wasn't going to have the best time in this house.