DISCLAIMER: I wish I owned me some 'Vengers, but I don't. Sorry.
S.H.I.E.L.D had arranged their classes so they were all together. Lord knows what Tony would do without Bruce or Natasha there to hold him back. First hour was Chemistry.
The teacher was a squat, sweaty Asian man with a receding hairline. The day had barely begun, the temp was 60 degrees, and he already had dark sweat circles under his flabby arms.
All the class attendees sat in places of their choice around the room, the Avengers sticking together.
Except, of course, Tony.
Tony was using her newfound 'lady lumps' as she called her breasts to get the class nerd to sit by her. Tony had a photographic memory, and could blow through her homework and this class with an A+ if she wanted to, with only lifting a finger.
But we all know how muck Tony hated work.
She leaned close to the poor, hormonal boy, her fire engine red lips next to his ear. "Want to be lab partners?" She whispered, minty breath washing over his face.
The boy licked his lips, breath quickening slightly. "Uh, yeah, sure. Whatever you'd like Toni." He said in a hurried voice, its tone breaking in the middle.
Tony leaned back, smiling and crossing her legs. A small look of shock registered on his face. Whipping around in her seat, she waved franticly to Bruce, seated by Stephanie Rodgers. "Brenda! Brenda guess what!"
All the kids stared at her, and Bruce grudgingly looked up at her billionaire playboy philanthropist best friend. "What!" She hissed, peeking at her though her bangs.
"We can cross our legs like this now!" she exclaimed, like it was the best thing in the world.
Across the room, Clint and Natasha were seated next to each other. A tall blond in a halter top and pencil skirt teetered up to Tasha, her cotton candy pink lips in a sticky smile. She placed a well manicured hand on Natasha's burly, broad shoulder.
Nat whipped around, staring at the intrusive girl. "Can I help you?" He practically hissed. The dumb bimbo must not have noticed, because she took the liberty of half sitting on the lab table in front of him.
Her skirt rode up her thigh, stopping dangerously high. "If you ever need help, you can always ask me. Ok, handsome? Oh, and I'm having a party tonight. Here's my number." She pulled a slip of paper from her shirt, handing it to him.
Natasha flicked the boob paper away and sighed. "You look like a glorified hooker. Your vagina is practically falling out of your dishtowel you call a skirt. Your face is the shade of an Ooompa Loompa. Leave now or I will get Carlie here to shoot you Katniss Everdeen style."
Her voice was cool and calm, indifferent to the anger, confusion, and emotional pain that was screwing up the girls face. She slid off the lab table, tugged down her skirt, and walked off. Clint was sniggering next to Natasha.
Meanwhile, at the back of the class:
"Loki! LOKI! What do you say this to be?" Lady Thor asked her sister, poking the gothic looking girl next to her.
Loki swatted her hand away, frowning. "A Bunsen burner, Tam. And its not Loki, its Lily!" She whispered, hissing. The Mischief god looked at the standard issue black and white clock with hatred swirling in those enchanting emerald eyes. 45 minutes to go.
So guys, Im sorry about the late update. I'm thinking about the conflict that will show up in the next chapter. I'm really pumped about all the positive feedback I'm getting to! You guys are amazing!
If its alright with you guys, I'm going to kind of use Loki as a chapter closer. I'm asking because of reasons. You guys are very important and influential to this story. (Hint Hint: High heels…) So if there is anything you want to see, I will try to put it in here for yah. I aim to please.