AN: So this happened...oops?

Disclaimer: Do I own anything? I don't think so..

Mornings were always terrible for Steve Rogers. In the mornings, there were no wake up messages on his phone, and no one to bark: "Get your butt out of bed and go for a long run!" at five o'clock sharp. At least...not anymore. But Steve couldn't think of these things when, in a couple hours, he would be starting over. Clean slate. A fresh start. New school, possibly new Steve... outwardly at least. Lee Academy, the most prestigious academy/boarding school in Manhattan, was to be his alma mater. Located in downtown Manhattan, it was quite a ways away from his family's apartment in Brooklyn, his parents were concerned about the separation and the housing. Mr. Howard Stark and Headmaster Nicolas Fury assured them that Steve would be allowed to go home on the weekends and holidays, though he was free to stay on campus if he wished. The housing had been a bit of a problem, senior co-ed housing was a concern to his old-fashioned parents, but Mr. Fury assured them that all houses have responsible guidance councilors in each house to ensure that the rules were not broken. Briefly, Steve wondered what his new housemates would be like.

"Steve, honey, it's time to get ready for school." his mother said as she popped her head inside his room.

He sighed as he shoved the covers off and rolled out of bed, grabbing a towel as he went to get ready for the day. It was a big day today. New day, new school year, new friends to make. Steve groaned, he had to make new friends. Woo-hoo.

Despite all pre-first-day-of-school clichés, Tony Stark was excited for this school year. It was his senior year. The party year as far as he was concerned. He was officially at the top of the chain. Scratch that, he was always at the top of the chain! He was Tony Stark for crying out loud! His father owned the school! But now he felt officially at the top. He examined himself in the mirror as he ran through a mental checklist. Clothes? Check. Hair? Check. Shades? He put his signature black shades over his stunning blue eyes. Check. "Lookin' good." he nodded, smiling at his reflection.

"Sir, Miss Potts just messaged you." His phone spoke as it sat on the bedside table.

"Will you read it too me, Jerry?" he asked, checking his pearly whites.

"Quote, Tony, are you ready for senior year? Unquote." The cellular device replied faithfully.

"Send a message back saying, quote, are you ready to party? unquote." he commanded.

"Message sent. Sir, a message from Mister Banner has just come through as well, would you like me to read that to you as well?" The AI asked.

"Yes, thank you, Jerry." Tony replies as he posed in the mirror.

"Mister Banner said, quote, Better be on time this year Tony. It's our last year together! Unquote."

"Hmm. Jerry, reply to Bruce saying quote, wouldn't you like to get rid of me that easily? Unquote. And send a little winky face after that." He said as he grabbed his phone from the table and walked out of his bedroom.

"Message successfully delivered. Is that all, sir?" The phone asked.

"Unless it's a message or call from Pepper or Bruce. Don't tell me. It's my first day of senior year, Jerry!" he told his phone as he walked down the hallway to the common room of the New York penthouse.

"Congratulations. Shall I schedule a party, sir?" the phone asked.

Tony thought briefly as he stepped into the elevator and punched the button to take him to the garage. "Tonight starting at seven. Don't send out the details yet because I don't know where I'll be staying, but remind me around five to get the booze." Tony said with an excited smile.

"Sir, need I remind you that you are still underage." the phone told him.

Tony sighed, defeated. "What's a party without booze?" he mumbled.

"Was that a rhetorical question, sir?" JERRY asked.

Tony sighed again as the elevator doors opened to reveal the myriad of car choices, "Yes, Jerry, that was rhetorical. Cancel the party plans, I'll see who my housemates will be before I start throwing parties." he said as he stalked toward the SLS AMG Mercedes 2013.

"Very well, sir. Both Miss Potts and Mister Banner have both replied to your messages." the phone stated.

"Alright, Jerry, read Pepper's first. Bruce can wait." he said with a smirk as he got into the car, tossed the phone onto the passenger's seat, and started the vehicle. With an excited laugh Tony threw the car into gear and launched it out of the garage hitting the New York City traffic with all the majesty of an almost train wreck.

Bruce Banner was always early, and proudly so. Bruce was never one for the late rushing crowds. In his crazy life, it was best to be as far away from a crowd as possible. But being best friends with Tony Stark since the eighth grade meant that no matter what time of day it was, there was always a crowd. Always. From the beginning of the very unlikely friendship, Tony had been dragging the socially inept scientist from party to party, slowly chipping away at the anti-social behavior of his beloved science buddy. And Bruce was okay with that. He actually preferred it now. Tony was known to tip a few back and since Bruce was older and had gotten his drivers license before his friend, Bruce had deemed himself the designated driver to and from his friend's social gatherings. But Bruce didn't mind.

His buzzing cellular device pulled him from his thoughts. He fumbles as he pulls it out of his pocket and chuckles slightly, a text from the devil himself.

Wouldn't you like to get rid of me that easily? ;)

Bruce laughed at his friends crazy antics. He continued smiling as he typed out his simple reply.

Yes

He sighed as his eyes landed on the time. 7:15. Other early high school-ers would start arriving soon. He hopped out of his old, trusty station wagon and moved to the trunk, popping it and pulling out his duffel and suitcase. He closed the trunk and locked it as he went back to the front and pulled out his laptop bag. After double checking he had everything, he locked the car up and moved walked along the sidewalk up to the giant doors of Lee Academy. "Senior year, here I come."

A familiar fancy shield with the outline of an eagle with its wings spread was painted black and grey on the doors. He smirks as he remembers freshmen year, Tony had re-painted it red and gold on the first day of school, proudly claiming the bird "Iron Eagle". Tony was the first to get a detention that year and every year since. He chuckled as he entered the building, wondering what his famous prank would be this year. As if on cue, his cell phone buzzed, alerting him that Tony had replied to his text.

You wound me!

Bruce rolled his eyes, walking into the building.

You'll get over it

Right as he sent it he walked into something hard. And Bruce, being small in stature, bounced right off and fell to the floor, dislodging his glasses from his nose. For a moment he was stunned, then he looked up. The fuzzy picture of a tall, muscular guy came into view.

"I am deeply sorry, my tiny friend. I did not see you there." The guy said with a slight accent.

"S'no problem, Thor." Bruce said, recognizing his acquaintance.

Thor picked him up and set him on his feet again as he grabbed his fallen bags. "Are you hurt, my friend?" He questioned.

Bruce righted his glasses as he took his bags from the big guy. "I'm fine, thanks Thor." Bruce looked to see the line of students at the tables growing. "It was nice seeing you!" he said as he rushed to get into the ever growing line of students waiting for their room/house assignments and class schedules.

Thor Odinson watched the little guy scoot off toward the line and chuckled. Bruce Banner was a strange little fellow that was sure, but he was smart. Something Thor had found helpful when he had taken physics last year. Bruce was able to explain the most outrageous looking problems to him in a way that he could understand. It was because of Bruce he managed to pass.

"Goodbye, Thor." his younger brother spat, picking up his bags and hurrying to leave.

"Wait, Loki, if you are ever in need of any assistance, please be sure to call me." Thor told him.

The younger boy rolled his eyes. "Whatever." he muttered as he shuffled quickly away.

Thor sighed, watching his baby brother leave. He was always quick to escape Thor's presence. No doubt he would start making mischief as soon as possible, possibly give Tony Stark run for his money in pranking the school, students, and faculty. Briefly the thought of what could happen if Loki and Tony ever collaborated on a prank. At that moment, Thor swore that in no way would he ever let Loki and Tony be in the same room together, for fear of what they could accomplish.

With a shake of his head and a sigh, he picked up his bags and made his way to House number-he glanced at the paper Ms. Hill had given him- 21. With a smile and a nod to familiar faces entering the building and along the sidewalk, Thor walked back out to his truck, tossed his bags into the back, hopped inside, and drove off toward the house where he would make his residence for the rest of senior year.

Pepper Potts was always meticulous, which she proudly displayed throughout her room. Her room, one of only two in the attic of house number 21 on the Lee Academy campus, was only now up to par with what she liked. The walls were decorated with posters of her favorite movies, music groups, and actors, much to Tony's dislike. Her suitcases were unpacked and neatly put away, her bedding was wrinkle-free on her bed, and her school supplies were neatly stored away in the desk. She smiled at her work as she headed downstairs, ready to greet whoever her new housemates would be.

As she headed down the steps she heard the door burst open, "GREETINGS FELLOW HOUSEMATES!" a booming, enthusiastic voice yelled.

Pepper would have been lying if she said she didn't yelp and nearly jump out of her skin. She took a moment to compose herself before smiling at the shaggy haired blond who just made quite the entrance. "Thor, inside voice please." she said.

He gave her an apologetic look before dropping his bags and quickly walking over to her and engulfing her in a tight hug. "Lady Potts! It is nice to see you! Are you living here too? We will have much fun! Have you talked to Jane today?" the burly boy asked.

"Thor, its nice to see you too. Yes, yes, and no. And Thor, your squeezing me too tight." Pepper told him as she struggled for a breath of air.

Thor released her quickly and she sucked in cool oxygen. "Sorry, Pepper."

She shook her head and threw him a smile, "Its fine Thor. You better hurry and unpack though, I'm sure Jane will be on campus soon, if not already." she told him.

"Right!" he said.

Just then they heard a loud clamor at the door. "What is this, Drop Bruce Day or something?" somebody grumbled.

"Bruce! Again I am sorry, my clumsy friend!" Thor apologized, rushing to help the fallen science nerd.

"Oh, it's fine, I really should stop texting while walking." he said as he was picked up and dusted off by Thor.

"Bruce! It's nice to see you!" Pepper said, moving to hug her boyfriend's science buddy.

"Nice to see you too, Pep. Have you talked to Tony today?" Bruce asked as he returned her hug.

"Been talking to him all morning, I'm guessing the same for you?" She asked as they pulled away, allowing Thor and Bruce to gather their bags and come inside.

"Yeah." he grunted. "So we're housemates huh? Think Tony's with us too?" Bruce asked.

Pepper snorted. "Do you even have to ask? So far it's Thor, you, me, and Natasha." Pepper said.

"Natasha?" the boys asked.

Pepper rolled her brown eyes, "Y'know, Clint's friend?"

"Ohhhhhh." they replied with a glance and a smile.

The red-head withheld a sigh and another eye-roll. Boys, what can you do?

Natasha Romanoff was not a morning person, never had been and never will be. So when Clint dragged her out of bed at six o'clock this morning to help him with his little "project", she was not happy. The only reason she complied to this sin against nature was because he had several cups of coffee in his hand at the time. All for her. Sadly those cups were long gone and the only coffee shop was inside the school building. But going to get some would mean blowing their cover (a.k.a.: climbing down a tree in the front courtyard). Yes, she and her partner, Clint, were sitting precariously on a tree branch-well, she was sitting with her back flush against the trunk while Clint was perched like a hawk sitting as far away as the branch would allow him- while waiting for the newbie's to get in. Natasha inwardly sighed as she watched her friend test out his slingshot, for the fourteenth time. She audibly sighed this time. Clint turned his head toward her, his eyes narrow, "Nat, you have to be quiet, you know this."

"But Clint I'm bored. You woke me up at six this morning to start filling these stupid things, which waking me up so early was absolutely unnecessary and uncalled for! You could have told me last night you were planning on tearing me from my sleep at an ungodly hour. Why are we doing this, anyway?" Natasha complained. She wasn't one to complain, but when she was awoken from a great night sleep at six in the morning to start filling water balloons to hit the freshmen with, she was not a happy camper.

Clint rolled his eyes, he knew he should've just done this on his own, but he enjoyed her company and needed a hand. And who else would have come with him? "For the fourth time, Tasha, the class chose me to the tag the freshmen. I needed a helper and I picked the only person I knew who had aim as good as me." he said throwing her a smile with the compliment.

She scoffed, "Humble aren't we? My aim is just as good as yours, thank you very much." she told him.

He rolled his eyes, turning them back onto the street below, "Just being honest, Tash."

She rolled her eyes and smiled at him, but he couldn't see. He really never could see anything. He might have eyes like a hawk, but he could never see what was right in front of him.

"Tasha! Their coming! Get ready!" Clint whisper yelled to her.

She sighed as she carefully shifted her position to fire the water filled projectiles at unsuspecting underclassmen through a small opening between the leaves and branches. She spared a look at Clint who was excitedly loading his first projectile, a black balloon, into the slingshot. She smiled at his boyish behavior and started readying herself, picking up two balloons, a purple and red one, she grinned as she awaited her prey. Maybe this could be fun.

If Clint Barton had gotten his way, it would've been paint dipped arrows that would be flying at the freshies, but the class had vetoed that right away not wanting to get into too much trouble on the first day (that was left for Stark). Someone had brought up water balloons delivered via slingshot and before he could even protest about how that was an insult to his mastery, they had already agreed. Clint had eaten the words he was going to say in favor of keeping the job they had given him. So here he was, sitting in a tree with his beautiful red-head about to unleash absolute mayhem onto the new students.

Quickly, the archer cast a glance at his Russian companion. She had a calculating, cool expression on perfect her face as she clutched two balloons, a ghost of a smile upon her lips. He chuckled, he knew she would start having fun at some point. He had to admit, she was a trooper. For being Natasha, the girl who never complained, he had only heard her complain three times today. A real accomplishment. It proved she was becoming more of a morning person. He inwardly laughed, what a lie.

A flicker of movement on the sidewalk caught his eye, and he quickly turned his full attention there. With a grin on his face he knew this would be fun. "Wait till their close." Natasha whispered.

He threw a smile at her, letting her know he was thinking the exact same thing before returning his focus on the incoming crowd of students. Freshmen/new students had a specific time they had to come in at so that they could be given a full tour of the large campus, allowing the seniors to tag the freshmen. It was an initiation process that has been happening generation after generation. The students were even told that if they chose to come here, they were required to be tagged. Only a select few have ever not been tagged. He and Natasha were in that sly group that escaped the tagging when they first attended. His freshmen year, when he was recruited out of circus life by Phil Coulson and Headmaster Fury, the seniors were using clear plastic wrap, you can only guess what idiot came up with that idea. Clint snickered at the memory. Natasha came sophomore year per his request. She dodged the tagging because...well-Tasha's a ninja. He told himself. It was the only explanation. The ruby haired maiden beside him was able to slink into the background, blend in, and disappear. Like a chameleon. Which was weird because he usually associated her with a spider because of her quick movements.

The new students were amassed in the courtyard below them and some were still trickling in. "Now?" Clint asked his partner softly.

She responded by throwing the first balloon at the unsuspecting freshmen. Clint replied by firing his own into the crowd. After about the fourth balloon hitting the targets, chaos erupted. People were yelling at each other and trying to duck for cover. But there was no cover, not until they reached the building. Clint laughed silently as they all scrambled for the building. They were firing faster now, each balloon exploding upon impact, some of the girls were wailing about their makeup being ruined and Clint new Natasha was the one responsible for that. He could hear her snicker as she grabbed more balloons.

"Having fun, Tash?" he asked her.

"More than you know." She told him, launching a green balloon at a quick skinny girl with a white streak in her hair.

He laughed as he shot a blue one at a pretty brunette dressed in red.

Something strange happened then, a tall guy hiding behind the lid of a tin trashcan came into view. Clint paused to check this guy out. "Nat, you see that guy?" he asked as he released a yellow balloon without looking at his target. Bull's-eye.

"I see him." She told him, tossing a black balloon at the guy.

He quickly defended himself, deflecting the balloon with his makeshift shield.

"Is this guy for real?" she snarled.

He quickly flung a yellow balloon at him, the guy deflected that one as well.

"I guess so." Clint muttered, firing another at him.

"Leave him. Let's finish off the rest, we can get him later." She ordered, firing off at the stragglers.

"Yes ma'am." Clint replied as he sent a volley of balloons down onto the rest of the pack.

When the guy with the shield made it safely to the front steps, he lowered his defense, looking out as the last of the freshmen made it inside, all wet in some are or another. Clint stopped firing as Natasha finished up, the hawk observed the guy. He was tall and muscular, too tall to be a freshmen or a sophomore, but he could be wrong, he had blond hair and blue eyes that were currently searching the tree.

"That's the last of them." Natasha told him.

"Don't move." He told her, his eyes still on the guy.

She did as he said without a word, and when the guy gave up searching and went back inside-still carrying his shield-Clint relaxed and told her that they needed to move.

"What happened?" Tasha asked.

"That guy was searching the tree for us. If you had shaken the branch we would've been found out." He told her as he moved to help lower her down.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm not sure if I should take that as an insult to my weight or an insult to my abilities."

"It wasn't an insult at all, it was just a precaution." He told her as he let out a grunt as he lowered her down. "Although you could stand to lose a few pounds." He teased.

"Clint Barton!" she yelled at him, swatting at him as he got down.

He laughed, "All right, all right, I'm sorry. Now let's get out of here. I still gotta unpack my stuff." He told her.

Natasha rolled her eyes. "You should've been unpacking while I was."

He threw her a smile as they scurried toward her car. "So I'm a little lazy? Sue me."

She chuckled as she got in the passenger seat. Clint quickly ducked into the drivers side. "House number 21, here we come." He said.

"Again," Natasha added with a smile.

AN2: So pairings will be: Clintasha, Pepperony, Thor/Jane, I have someone special planned for Steve, and I'm still debating with Bruce. But that's how its going to go.

Did you like it? Hate it? I know its long... most of the chapters will be long..

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