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Chapter 2- Chemistry

Bruce, Clint and Steve already on their seat in Chemistry. Mrs. Summers, their teacher, riffled through the attendance. She stopped at the name, "Stark, Anthony". Her sharp-looking eyes wandered around the classroom, looking for a sign of the particular genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist. Bruce an Clint shook their head at each other, amused, while Steve looked as agitated as Mrs. Summers.

"Ah, good morning dear Jean," Tony suddenly came in, startling Mrs. Summers who was about to check the rest of attendance. "As much as I'd love to make up some lame excuses for my lateness, I'm afraid the principal is to be blamed."

Mrs. Summers scrutinized every inch of Tony's appearance- his unbuttoned vest and the tie that was hanging uselessly around his neck. "Well, good morning to you too, Mr. Stark. I will appreciate it if you call me Mrs. Summers."

"Will do, will do."

Tony went to his seat next to Steve, in front of Clint. Steve smiled tightly, his constant displeasure of Tony's reckless and cocky behaviour. Clint gave a Tony a high-five while Bruce nodded, acknowledging Tony's presence.

"What's up guys?" Tony greeted. "How's summer?"

"Normal," Bruce answered. "How was Malibu?"

Tony shrugged. "Awesome."

"I heard you went with Pepper and her parents."

"Yep," Tony popped the 'p' ,"she deserved a good holiday with her family after all the mess she had last year."

Bruce snorted. "You mean she deserved a break before she have to face all the mess this year."

Clint and Steve laughed.

"Gentlemen," Mrs. Summers spoke up. "If it's okay with you, I would like to start the class."

"Carry on, dear Jean. I mean Mrs. Summers," Tony replied. "We won't be a bother."

Someone from the front row snorted. "That's reassuring, coming from you."

"What's that supposed to mean, Vanko?" Tony leaned forward, lowering down his dark tinted sunglasses.

Ivan Vanko, a boy with longish black hair turned to face Tony. "Just saying that promises came from the Starks cannot be trusted."

It was obvious that Tony was furious. He was keeping a steady breath under the challenging looks in Vanko's eyes. Everybody know the personal feud between Tony and Ivan. Tony's father, Howard and Ivan's father, Anton made a deal to join forces in their new research of energy source. But Howard caught Anton selling information about the research to a third party, officially terminating their deal. Anton was caught, leaving Ivan in his mother's care. Ivan faithfully stood up for his father and take every chance he get to humiliate Tony. The only one who back Ivan up is Justin Hammer, a boy with nerd glasses who is very jealous of Tony.

"And here I am, thinking the Vankos is the one whose hobbies is betraying people," Tony sneered.

Before Ivan could reply, Mrs. Summers interrupted. "Boys, behave. Since you are eager to talk, please enlighten the class about potassium dihydrogen phosphate."

Tony didn't even blink an eye. "Also known as Potassium phosphate monobasic. is a soluble salt which is used as a fertilizer, a food additive and a fungicide. It is also a buffering agent. When used in fertilizer mixtures with urea and ammonium phosphates, it minimizes escape of ammonia by keeping the pH at a relatively low grade MKP contains the equivalent of 52% P2O5 and 34% K2O, and is labeled 0-52-34. MKP is often used as a nutrient source in the greenhouse trade and in is one of the components of Gatorade. At 400 °C, 752 °F it decomposes, by loss of water, to potassium metaphosphate (KPO3)."

Mrs. Summers look perplexed. "Thank you, Mr. Stark. Class, take a note."

Steve raised an eyebrow at Tony. "Really, Gatorade?"

"I did the reading," Tony shrugged.

Well, the perks of having a genius in class.

"Thor, Jane, I really appreciate it if you guys doesn't PDA every ten seconds," Darcy Lewis complained to her friends, who were sitting in front of her in French class. "It's getting sickening, you know."

Jane looked at Darcy, "Jealous?"

"I am not jealous. Puh-leese. PDA is not something I would like to see and do in public."

"That's because you haven't had boyfriend," Jane muttered. "'Cause you tasered the boys that try to get close to you with your eyes."

Thor chuckled and laced his calloused and fingers with Jane's soft and smaller one, "Don't worry Jane, Darcy will know how it's feels to be in love when she found the right one.

Darcy rolled her eyes. Rhodey, who sat next to her chuckled,"You sound like Twilight, big guy."

"Hey, my God of Thunder is not a sparkling, pedophile vampire," Jane protested.

"I am no God of Thunder, nor am I close impression to one," Thor said in his thick British-accent. "But I appreciate your comparison."

Thor and Jane turned to face the front. Thor whispered something to Jane that made her blush.

Darcy rolled her eyes. "Hopeless romantics."

Rhodey nudged her, "Not your type, huh?"

In her mind, Darcy imagined a simple guy with a simple personality. Not some blue eyed blond with rippling muscles like Thor. A guy who likes her as who she is and try to understand her. Someone who doesn't get overprotective just because she's a girl. She doesn't want someone who needs to says 'I love you' all the time. She wants someone who is spontaneous. Like her.

"Hey, Darce?"

Darcy groaned. "Hell no. Hell no."

Rhodey grinned. Darcy is a little like Tony, spontaneous, reckless and doesn't have the filter from their brain to their mouths. Truth to be told, even though Tony is his best friend, he prefer hanging out with Darcy. She has more moral conscience and not alcohol-driven.

Miss Monroe, their French teacher walked clumsily. Her silver blond hair messy and windblown. "Si la classe," she stood at her desk and clasped her hands. "Accueillir à nouveau."

"Merci, Miss Monroe."

In front of her, Thor leaned closer toward Jane and whispered audibly, "Je t'aime."

Jane blushed, and for once Darcy didn't roll her eyes. Instead she wondered how it feels like to have someone tell her that he loved her.

Pepper and Natasha walked toward the courtyard, where the rest of their friends were having lunch. Natasha had the top button of her oxford shirt opened. Her bowtie untied on her collar.

"So, I haven't got the chance to ask you," Pepper said. "How was your summer?"

"Awesome," Natasha shrugged. "We went o my grandparents house in Russia. My Grandma said it's a shame I don't have a boyfriend. And she told me to keep my hair this way."

Pepper eyed Natasha's mid-chest curly natural red hair. "Yeah, it's nice. It's looks gorgeous on you."

"But I like it short. More comfortable."

Pepper didn't argue, instead continue walking toward where their friends sat around in a deformed circle. Bruce and Steve were engrossed in reading Chemistry notes and sketching the landscape, respectively. Jane sat on Thor's lap, his arm wrapped casually around her small figure. Rhodey was looking on some photos Darcy had on her DSLR. Clint was popping peanuts in his mouth every once in a while. Tony was leaning back on his elbows, winking with the freshmen girls that sat next to their group.

Pepper took a seat near Tony. As if sensing Pepper's presence, Tony laid his head on Pepper's lap. Natasha rolled her eyes at Tony's behavior. She sat next to Clint. In sync, they both turned on their seat so their backs faced each other. Steve looked at them in bewilderment.

"How do you guys do that?" Steve asked.

Clint looked at him. "Do what?"

"The whole in sync thing," Steve waved his arm dismissively. "Like when Natasha sit down and you guys turned so your backs face each other, and likewise. When Pepper suddenly come and sit down and Tony just scoot and lay his head down."

"It's all about chemistry, Steve," Bruce said.

"Care to explain that, Dr. Banner?" Clint asked.

Bruce looked around shyly. "It's about chemistry. You know, it takes a particular set of molecules or ions to form a chemical compound that makes it through the reaction."

"Uh, explain that in a non-scientific way, please," Natasha said.

"I mean, it takes a particular pair of person to give gestures in the way only they know. To form those gestures, it takes time to know them. Sometimes it's what you've been through that makes you develop those gestures. Like Clint and Natasha, I guess the whole sit-down-and-turns-back-to-each-other-habit come up after the training camp when you guys attended in 7th grade. Watching each other backs."

Steve looked at Bruce quizzically. "Then, what about Tony?"

Bruce rolled his eyes. "That could be easily concluded to the fact that Tony is a lazy ass."

Everyone laughed. Tony made an annoyed face and took a handful of fries from Bruce's lunch. He ate half of them and threw the rest at Thor and Jane, who were kissing.

"Uh, somebody's got too much chemistry," he snickered, making Jane's cheeks turned adorably pink and Thor chuckled.

Natasha huffed. "Unless you're jealous, there's no need to stop them. It's not like your eyes are innocent."

"Ouch. Touche"

Rhodey looked over at Tony, "Hey, man got any first-day plan?" Rhodey knew Tony must prepare something to celebrate the first day. It was something he did on previous years.

"Oh yeah, just wait for it," Tony smiled smugly.

"Tony, Principal Fury just gave you the warning of the year," Pepper reprimanded. "Not to mention the warning on regular basis every year."

"Aw, Pep."

"Don't you 'Pep' me! I am worried you spending most of the school's year in probation, but you have a death wish," Pepper waved her freckled arms in exasperation.

Tony looked up to Pepper. "I promise on my Tesla Roadster that I am not going to harm any of our schoolmates and the school's building to be reconstructed."

"You guys, save it for the honeymoon," Natasha snickered, using Pepper's words on her earlier.

Pepper glared at her and looked at Tony with her blue eyes. "Anthony Edward Stark."

"Please, Pepper? I promise the next won't be any worse than this one," Tony gave her his puppy-dog eyes.

She sighed. "Fine."

"Aww, Pepper, you give up too easily," Clint said. "One puppy-dog eyes from Tony and you go soft."

"What can I say, Pepper adores me," Tony looked up to Pepper, who was ignoring him. He played with her hair. She crossed her arms and look away.

Darcy took a photo of Tony and Pepper. She looked through the photos of them she'd caught earlier while they were arguing. "Oh, you guys are cute, makes me wonder when you guys are going to get together."

"How come Tony and Pepper arguing is cute but peaceful Thor and me are sickening?" Jane asked.

"Because they didn't sound like a Twilight reject," Darcy stuck out her tongue.

Clint threw a balled up paper at Tony. "Hey, Tony, what's your plan?"

"Two words," Tony smirked. "Brace yourself."

Tony Stark is a multitasker.

He can chew a bubblegum, flirt with the girl in the next to his row, kick the boy's chair in front of him and type in his cellphone, all at once.

He was in English. Without his friends, the class felt ten times worse. Mr. Xavier, the English teacher was droning about a Shakespeare plays at the front.

"Stark, please keep your feet to yourself," Justin Hammer, the boy in front of him complained.

"Sorry, Justin," Tony mock apologized. "Prince of Hammers."

Tony leaned back to his chair and typed some more in his cellphone. He looked at his Jaeger LeCoultre watch. Sighing, he tilt his head up and spat out his chewing gum. It flew straight to Justin's hair. Justin's fingers felt for his hair and touched the wet and sticky bubblegum in his hair.

"Yuck. Stark!" He exclaimed.

Tony laughed. Mr. Xavier looked at Tony. "Mr. Stark, please hand over your cellphone, leave Mr. Hammer alone and read the next line in the book."

"It's my cellphone."

"Excuse me, Mr. Stark?" Mr. Xavier raised an eyebrow.

"It's my cellphone. It's my property, you can't have it."

Mr. Xavier sighed exasperatedly. "Fine. But once again, I caught you paying attention to your cellphone more than you did in my class, I will have it. Now please read the next line."

Tony typed on his cellphone one last time, berfore standing up. He cleared his throat. "If I profane with my unworthiest hand. This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this. My lips, two blushing pilgrims, eady stand. To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."

"Good, Mr. Stark. Now, Miss Hart, the next line."

Tony looked at his watch. Five seconds left. Five, Hart stood up. Four, she smoothed down her skirt. Three, she held up her book. Two, she squinted at the line she supposed to read. One, she opened her mouth to speak.

Zero. The fire alarm rang loudly. Shrill.

The students in his English class screamed and started collecting their books. Mr. Xavier uselessly trying to calm them down, but to no avail. They raced each other toward the door. Tony grinned in satisfaction and grabbed his backpack before joining the rest of his schoolmates running to the outside. He managed to avoid from falling due to the wet and slippery floor.

At the outside, he searched for his some familiar faces. Unlike the other students who were screaming and panic, Tony walked calmly until he found Natasha, Clint, and the rest except for Pepper under an oak tree.

"If this is a part of your plan," Natasha screeched. "I'm so going to kill you."

Tony smirked, taking in Natasha's drenched gym attire. "Please don't sweetheart."

"She's mad 'cause you ruin her chance to kick my ass," Clint told Tony.

Tony raised an eyebrow. "For the hundredth time? Sorry Natasha. May the force be with you, the next time."

"What the next phase?" Bruce asked. He was on the tree, leaning on the big, sturdy branches.

"A moment, ladies and gentlemen."

They waited for about a second before a sound of an explosion pierced through the air. The student suddenly quieted and looked around. A skywriting plane hovered in the air. Another small plane followed behind, dropping colorful confetti on them. The skywriting plane moved around, forming words.

Pepper walked through the crowd angrily, ignoring the students who were staring in amazement at the skywriting plane. Confetti stuck in her hair and uniform.

"Please tell me this is not your plan," she hisses at Tony as she reached the group.

"I am proud to say it is."

"Anthony Edward Stark…"

Tony grabbed her arms. "Shh, just enjoy the thing, will you?"

Tony made her look up to sky, where the skywriting plane almost finished its message.

Welcome back, students of SHIELDS Prep. Have a good year, people. And don't forget the party at Starks Tower this Friday night! Principal Fury, you are invited too J

The students looked around to find Tony, but under the oak tree and secluded by his friends, no one could see him. His friends stared at him. The confetti still raining them down.

"That's it? Just to tell them welcome back and announce your party?" Natasha complained.

"Oh, Natasha, the party will make you forget the day you almost beat the shit out of Clint for the hundredth time," Tony waved his arms, enthusiastically. "Besides, I helped finishing the school about thirty minutes early. You should thank me."

Clint, Rhodey and Thor gave him a high five, since they had a boring class before. Bruce, Jane and Darcy were amused, knowing that nothing would stop Stark. Natasha, Pepper and Steve shared the same irritated looks.

"Anthony Stark, please see me in the principal's office in five minutes," Principal Fury's voice, amplified by megaphone rang around the school's compound.

Uh-oh.

So, the second Chapter :) I really hope you guys like it. Keep the reviews coming in. I'll try to update ASAP. Have a nice day !