The following week was spent with Steves friends coming over and telling Clint about the school he was going to be starting at. They warned him of who to avoid, who was weirder than weird, who was nice, who was a bully, and who was involved with what.

When he found out that there was an archery team at the school he almost burst with glee. Tony was sceptical of his aiming abilities still, since he had yet to see them and Bruce had warned Clint that the archery club was a fairly difficult club to get into.

Clint was only paying attention to the fact that the coaches name was 'Bullseye'.

Finally his first day arrived. He went to school with Steve and found that the place was huge. He would have gotten lost if it weren't for the fact that Steve was appointed his tour guide. He brought Clint to the principles office to get his schedule.

"You must be the new student." A beautiful woman by the name of Hill said as Clint and Steve walked in. "I'll tell Principle Fury you're here. Just have a seat there. Steve would you like to wait with your friend or go to class?"

"I think it'd be best if I waited with him." Steve responded, moving to the seats. "So he doesn't get lost."

"Alright. I'll call your homeroom teacher and let her know."

5 minutes later Clint was led into the main office. Inside was a big, bald, black man with an eye patch and a black suit. The name plaque on his desk said 'Fury'. He looked really quite intimidating.

"You must be Mr. Barton." It was a statement of fact, Clint noticed, not a question. He nodded anyway.

"Have a seat." Fury motioned toward one of the two chairs that sat infront of his desk. "So, how do you think you'll fit in here, Barton?"

"Can't say, sir." Clint responded. He made sure to keep any intimidation out of his voice.

"Why not?"

"Because, I've never stayed in a school long enough to judge how well I get along with people." Clint stated. He continued after a pause. "At least, not in the past year."

"And what about before that?"

"I-I didn't really get along with anyone." Clint said truthfully. "The schools I'd gone to weren't very good, sir, and the kids were just as bad as the building."

Fury gave the boy in his office a long, hard stare. The teenager looked like the sort that'd be a troublemaker. The way he spoke however, gave the vibe of someone who knew how to avoid getting in tight situations. Or at least how to weasle out of them.

"Alright." Fury nodded. "Seeing as you are friends with one of the best kids in this school, you'll probably be able to stick out of trouble."

"Sir?"

"I don't like troublemakers, Barton. And I don't deal with them very well." Fury said ominously. Clint felt the urge to say something rude just to see what the man would do. He fought it off. "Now, you'll be having homeroom with Rogers and his friends and I'll be sure to have him lead you to your classes for the day. Alright?"

"Yes, sir." Fury liked the kids manners, that's for sure.

"Good. Now then, here's your schedule. You have 30 minutes left of homeroom. Enjoy it while it lasts." Clint took that to be a dismissle and left.

Outside the office, Steve was waiting for him. "How'd it go?"

"Fine. I think." Clint said staring at his schedule. He had homeroom, then aldgebra 2, then chemistry, followed by history, gym, english, and study hall. Lunch was after gym.

"You have a lot of classes with the rest of us." Steve said looking at Clints schedule over his shoulder.

"Really? Like what?" Clint asked as they left the office and headed toward homeroom.

"Well, you have homeroom with all of us. You have math and history with me, chemistry with Bruce and Tony and english and study hall with Natasha. We also have the same lunch and gym period as everyone else." Steve made a noise that suggested he was thinking. "I'm guessing Fury did that on purpose."

"Why would he do that?"

"Probably because you're new and need people who can show you all the ropes. Best to do that with people you already know then some stranger, right?" Steve asked.

"I guess so." They arrived at their class and Steve knocked on the door.

"Steve! Glad you made it." The teacher looked at Clint. "This is our new student right? C'mon in."

Clint and Steve followed the teacher in. Clint noticed everyone staring at him, but ignored them.

"Everyone! This is Clint Barton. From today on he will be going to school here. Be nice." The teacher- Mr. Matthews- sat at his desk. "Pick a seat where you can find one, Barton."

Clint follwed Steve over to where Tony, Natasha, and Bruce were sitting.

"So where's your schedule?" Was the first thing out of Tony's mouth. The other two were watching him expectantly. Clint held out the hand holding his paper and Tony swiped it from him. "You have every class with at least one of us! How'd you manage that?" Tony was looking at him while Bruce and Natasha read over his shoulders.

"I'm guessing Fury did it on purpose." Steve answered when Clint didn't. "To keep the new kid out of trouble."

"Makes sense." Natasha said, sitting on a desk. "We are, believe it or not, some of the more well behaved students."

"Well, other than Tony." Bruce said. Tony huffed indignantly. "See, he doesn't even deny it."

"Whatever. Anyway, Conrad," Tony said. Him and Clint had made it a point not to call each other by their actual names. Not since they met. "I think you'll enjoy it here. And at lunch you can meet our other friends."

"You have other friends? Wow, Tobias, I'm still surprised you have these three." Clint replied. Natasha, Steve and Bruce laughed.

"Fine. Be that way. But don't come crying to me when you get stuck without a partner in chem." Tony shot back before crossing his arms and slouching in his desk.

"Don't sweat it. I'll be your partner." Bruce put a hand on Clints shoulder.

"What? But what happened to 'Science-bros'?" Tony shot up straight in his desk and turned to Bruce.

"You don't even need a partner and I never agreed to that name." Bruce replied.

The bell rang 15 minutes later and they all stood to go to their next classes. "Hey, just follow me and I'll lead you to our next class." Steve said as Clint gathered his stuff.

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The rest of the time up until lunch was uneventful. He got lost in math, felt like an idiot being partnered with Bruce in chem, almost fell asleep in history and managed to hit all of his targets in dodgeball until Natasha and Steve paired up to hit him.

Finally it was lunch.

He stuck with Natasha, who he got along best with, as he was in line and she led him to the table everyone else was at outside.

"Oh hey! Look, that's the kid I was telling you about." Tony said to a girl on his lap. Clint recognized her from his math class. Her name was Pepper, he thinks. "Clarence, this is Pepper. My girlfriend."

"Clarence? Really?" Pepper said as Clint sat down. "Why don't you just learn his name? I apologize for him..Clint right?" Pepper smiled at him.

"No need. I'm sure Topher's brain is just too small to hold such a long word." Clint replied. He got a laugh out of the others who were at the table, Pepper, Natasha, Bruce and two girls he didn't know.

"I'll have you know I am a genius! My brain is like twice as big as yours." Tony took a bite out of his sandwich to show he was done with the topic.

Steve came over and sat next to Clint. "Are you two already fighting?" He sighed. Clint smirked at him.

"Nope. Just having lunch." He ate a fry to emphasize his point.

"Right. Sure you are. Anyway, I'd like to introduce you to our other friends." Steve stood up and gestured to the two girls. "The blonde is Jane Foster. She's another science wiz."

"Hi. It's nice to meet you." Jane smiled and offered a hand to Clint, which he took.

"And the brunette is-"

"I'm Darcy Lewis." The girl cut in. She smiled at Clint, but didn't offer a hand. He was happy about that. "Hey Jane, your boyfriend's here." Darcy said with a smirk, pointing to a huge blond guy.

"Woah. Please tell me he doesn't go here." Clint whispered to Natasha. She laughed.

"No, he's from the college. Jane met him when she took a course there."

"HELLO FRIENDS!" Clint winced slightly at the guys booming voice. He noticed the guy had an accent.

"Where's he from?" He asked Natasha. She turned to him.

"I think he's from Norway." She shrugged. "He's got a brother named Loki that's part of the theatre class as well as the neighborhood gang."

"Loki? As in the god of mischief?" Clint asked, surprised. Something was familiar about that name. And now that he thought about it, the blonde looked familiar as well.

"His name's Thor." Steve said pointing at the tall man now sitting at their table. "Weird family, huh?" Steve smiled as Clint deftly nodded.

"AND WHO IS THE NEWCOMER YOU HAVE WELCOMED TO YOUR TABLE?" Thor yelled looking at Clint.

"That's Clint Barton. He just started today."

"BARTON? I FEEL I HAVE HEARD THAT NAME BEFORE..." Thor trailed off, thinking.

"Thor. Use your quiet voice. You're givin' me a headache." Tony ground out, rubbing his temples.

"My apologies." Thor said, then a light went off in his eyes. "AH! Yes! Now I remember! Loki, he told me of a boy in his group of friends named Barton."

Clint froze. He remembered too. Remembered seeing Barney hanging out around some weird kid with long slicked back hair and an almost British accent. Clint hated that kid. Because of 'Loki' Clint had gotten arrested for shoplifting a pack of cigarettes that Loki had put in his pocket. Clint still got shivers when he thought of what his father had done to him when he'd found out.

"Is there a relation there, Friend Barton?" Thor asked. Clint quickly realized he'd met Thor before. Him and the blond man had spoken of their mutual dislike for their brothers friends. It'd been a year since he'd last seen him, but Clint and Thor had gotten along pretty well. And it was obvious Thor was asking if Clint wanted to talk about his brother in front of the others.

He remembered telling Thor once that he hated mentioning his family around others. Thank god he'd remembered.

"Not that I know of. No." Clint responded, looking Thor in the eye. He got a nod of understanding and a small, sad smile in return.

The rest of lunch went by fairly quickly. They'd talked, stolen food from eachother (mostly it was Natasha stealing Clints food and him stealing Steves) and mocked eachother in good humor. It was the most fun Clint had had in his whole life.

He was still waiting for the universe to wake up and realize its favorite target was actually enjoying himself and to do something to stop that situation.