The Avengers Club
Title: The Avengers Club (part one)
Author: hotfruits
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Thor. Loki. Steve. Tony. Bruce. Natasha. Clint. Fury. Hill. Coulson.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: AU! A story in which a foreign exchange student, a quarterback, a science whiz, a nerd, a drama geek and a quiet archer all become friends through detention.
On his first day of school, Thor Odinson realized very quickly that he did not belong here. Even with the help of his “little brother” Loki, he felt like an outcast amongst the American teens. He was much taller than the other boys, and stronger too. Loki said if he wanted, he could probably fit in with the “jocks”, but he’s seen enough TV shows and movies to know that he wouldn’t be comfortable being a part of that crowd. Although he was young, Thor liked to think himself an honorable man, much like his name-sake.
Loki then suggested “drama geeks”, but he quickly dismissed that idea. Yes, sometimes he could be a bit over-zealous in how he portrayed himself, but English was not his native language. He could speak it well enough, but when it came to writing and reading it, he still struggled. Plus, his thick, Norwegian accent probably wouldn’t blend well with whatever plays Jefferson High put on.
In the end, Thor decided to just be himself.
Honesty is the best policy, after all.
***
Thor quickly brought the hammer down upon the nail, driving it through the two pieces of wood with ease. Loki looked over at him, his eyes wide and slightly jealous. “Goddamn Thor, where did you learn to do this stuff?” he asked, a mix of Norwegian and English, as he tended to use when speaking around him.
“My father is a construction worker,” Thor replied, in English, giving Loki a slightly exasperated look. “And please, speak more English with me!”
“But you’re the only person willing to speak Norwegian with me, besides my Papa Olaf,” Loki pouted, his bright blue eyes tugging on Thor’s heartstrings; it was unfair, how impossible it was to say no to Loki.
“You’re lucky you’re adorable,” Thor replied in Norwegian, giving Loki a wink as he got back to work.
Across the room, Bruce Banner and Tony Stark sat on their stools, ignoring their projects in favor of playing on their phones. “Have you heard they’re thinking about reinstating Pluto’s planet-citizenship?” Tony asked, glancing around the room to make sure the teacher was still not paying attention to them.
“Planet-citizenship?” Bruce chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, I have. It was ridiculous to remove its status in the first place. Thank god for geologis-”
“Banner! Stark!” Bruce jumped in his seat, while Tony remained calm, his usual smirk on his face. “You know my policies on cell phone use! Detention, both of you!”
Bruce let out a low growl as he clenched his fists, his cell phone protesting in his hands. He could feel himself getting angry, as the teacher walked back to his desk, muttering about disobedient students while the rest of the class looked at them, most snickering but some sending pitying stares.
“Bruce,” Tony laid a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “Be cool.”
Closing his eyes, Bruce slowly counted to ten, feeling his anger slip away as he did so. Tony’s hand remained on his shoulder for a few moments, before also slipping away. “Good boy,” Tony said, smirk back in place as he offered Bruce some dried blueberries from the packet in his pocket.
Bruce laughed, and got to work.
***
“Rogers!”
Steve looked towards Coach Fury, wondering what pissed him off this time as he jogged over, ignoring his aching muscles. “Yes Sir?” he asked, wiping some of the sweat off his face.
“Ms. Hill tells me you haven’t been doing very well on her tests,” Coach said, arms crossed as he glared at Steve. “If you can’t maintain a 3.0 GPA, you’re off the team, and damnit Steve, we can’t afford to lose our quarterback!”
“I know Sir, I’ll try harder, I swear,” Steve bowed his head, hoping Coach was done so he could get back to training. He knew he should take studying more seriously, but there just wasn’t enough time in the day.
“Yeah, you will try harder. In detention,” Steve began to protest, but Coach cut him off with an angry snap, “You will use the extra time to study, and you will pass your test this week. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Sir.”
***
Natasha Romanoff glided through the halls, carrying with her a box of supplies for drama club that day. Clint walked beside her, his heavy boots causing echoes to bounce off the walls. “Do you have archery club today?” she asked, her curly red hair swinging as she faced her best friend.
“Not ‘til four,” he answered quietly, eyes trained ahead. “Need help setting up for drama club?”
Natasha smiled, “If you don’t mind.”
Clint shrugged, and Natasha knew that he’d be there for her; as he always was. “I better get these to the drama room before our free period ends. I’ll see you at lunch.”
He nodded and turned left, most likely heading towards the library for some light reading before Calculus started. Natasha went in the opposite direction, an extra bounce in her step as she hummed to herself.
***
Lunch time always intrigued Thor, as he sat with Loki and a few of his friends, pulling out the sandwich Mrs. Laufeyson had made for him. The true dynamics of high school could be seen during this time, as everyone split into their respective cliques.
The jocks dominated the tables closet to the bay windows, and Thor could see their leader, Steve Rogers, looking rather sullen as his girlfriend, the cheer captain Peggy Carter, tried to coax a smile out of him.
Not too far from them was an odd mix of outcasts, consisting of the drama club, the geeks, the nerds and the goths. Tony Stark, a genius prodigy, stood on top of a table as everyone watched him, gesturing wildly with his hands.
And then there was Thor, who simply sat with the “normal” kids; not too smart, not too sporty, not too weird. Just normal.
“Loki, do you have National Honors Society club today?” Thor turned back to his sandwich, peanut butter and jelly, and took a big bite.
“No,” Loki shook his head, “That’s on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”
“Ah, well then, shall we head to the mall after school? There’s a store I’d like to-” Thor stopped as a glob of potato salad flew onto Loki’s face, causing the younger boy to sputter out a disgusted “gross!” Looking in the direction it came from, Thor saw a few of the jocks laughing and high fiving each other.
Getting up, he promptly walked over to the most obnoxious one of them all, Logan Howlett, and punched him square in the jaw.
***
Doodling in her biology notebook, Natasha sighed as she willed time to move faster. She just wanted to get out of here and into drama club, so they could start planning their fall production. She had a long list of potential plays written down, and she couldn’t wait to share them with everyone else.
Feeling a nudge beside her, Natasha smiled and looked up at Clint, handing over her notebook. This was one of their daily rituals, writing notes back and forth to each other during biology class. Sometimes, they would get caught and sent to detention, but she never really minded it too much.
Today, however, she was pissed.
Beyond pissed.
Clint just shrugged.
***
“Mom is going to be so mad when she finds out,” Loki said as he walked Thor to detention, his features tense, “You know, you didn’t have to punch that guy. It was just potato salad.”
“I don’t care, nobody messes with my brother,” Thor growled under his breath, furious that he was being punished while those jocks weren’t.
“We’re not really brothers,” Loki mumbled, but smiled nonetheless, accepting Thor’s hug as he let out a quiet, “Thank you.”
“Anytime kid. See you at home,” Thor pulled away and ruffled Loki’s black hair, the two parting ways as he entered the classroom designated for detention.
“Hello, Mr. Odinson,” Thor saw Mr. Coulson sitting behind the desk, a friendly smile on his face. “Why don’t you take a seat next to Mr. Rogers.”
Thor nodded and walked over to the desk, while taking a quick scan of the room. He saw Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton sitting in the back, and Bruce Banner and Tony Stark sitting by the open window on the left side of the room.
Sitting down, he placed his backpack onto the floor and sighed, before looking up at Mr. Coulson.
“Welcome to detention.”
part two
Author: hotfruits
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Thor. Loki. Steve. Tony. Bruce. Natasha. Clint. Fury. Hill. Coulson.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: AU! A story in which a foreign exchange student, a quarterback, a science whiz, a nerd, a drama geek and a quiet archer all become friends through detention.
On his first day of school, Thor Odinson realized very quickly that he did not belong here. Even with the help of his “little brother” Loki, he felt like an outcast amongst the American teens. He was much taller than the other boys, and stronger too. Loki said if he wanted, he could probably fit in with the “jocks”, but he’s seen enough TV shows and movies to know that he wouldn’t be comfortable being a part of that crowd. Although he was young, Thor liked to think himself an honorable man, much like his name-sake.
Loki then suggested “drama geeks”, but he quickly dismissed that idea. Yes, sometimes he could be a bit over-zealous in how he portrayed himself, but English was not his native language. He could speak it well enough, but when it came to writing and reading it, he still struggled. Plus, his thick, Norwegian accent probably wouldn’t blend well with whatever plays Jefferson High put on.
In the end, Thor decided to just be himself.
Honesty is the best policy, after all.
***
Thor quickly brought the hammer down upon the nail, driving it through the two pieces of wood with ease. Loki looked over at him, his eyes wide and slightly jealous. “Goddamn Thor, where did you learn to do this stuff?” he asked, a mix of Norwegian and English, as he tended to use when speaking around him.
“My father is a construction worker,” Thor replied, in English, giving Loki a slightly exasperated look. “And please, speak more English with me!”
“But you’re the only person willing to speak Norwegian with me, besides my Papa Olaf,” Loki pouted, his bright blue eyes tugging on Thor’s heartstrings; it was unfair, how impossible it was to say no to Loki.
“You’re lucky you’re adorable,” Thor replied in Norwegian, giving Loki a wink as he got back to work.
Across the room, Bruce Banner and Tony Stark sat on their stools, ignoring their projects in favor of playing on their phones. “Have you heard they’re thinking about reinstating Pluto’s planet-citizenship?” Tony asked, glancing around the room to make sure the teacher was still not paying attention to them.
“Planet-citizenship?” Bruce chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, I have. It was ridiculous to remove its status in the first place. Thank god for geologis-”
“Banner! Stark!” Bruce jumped in his seat, while Tony remained calm, his usual smirk on his face. “You know my policies on cell phone use! Detention, both of you!”
Bruce let out a low growl as he clenched his fists, his cell phone protesting in his hands. He could feel himself getting angry, as the teacher walked back to his desk, muttering about disobedient students while the rest of the class looked at them, most snickering but some sending pitying stares.
“Bruce,” Tony laid a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “Be cool.”
Closing his eyes, Bruce slowly counted to ten, feeling his anger slip away as he did so. Tony’s hand remained on his shoulder for a few moments, before also slipping away. “Good boy,” Tony said, smirk back in place as he offered Bruce some dried blueberries from the packet in his pocket.
Bruce laughed, and got to work.
***
“Rogers!”
Steve looked towards Coach Fury, wondering what pissed him off this time as he jogged over, ignoring his aching muscles. “Yes Sir?” he asked, wiping some of the sweat off his face.
“Ms. Hill tells me you haven’t been doing very well on her tests,” Coach said, arms crossed as he glared at Steve. “If you can’t maintain a 3.0 GPA, you’re off the team, and damnit Steve, we can’t afford to lose our quarterback!”
“I know Sir, I’ll try harder, I swear,” Steve bowed his head, hoping Coach was done so he could get back to training. He knew he should take studying more seriously, but there just wasn’t enough time in the day.
“Yeah, you will try harder. In detention,” Steve began to protest, but Coach cut him off with an angry snap, “You will use the extra time to study, and you will pass your test this week. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Sir.”
***
Natasha Romanoff glided through the halls, carrying with her a box of supplies for drama club that day. Clint walked beside her, his heavy boots causing echoes to bounce off the walls. “Do you have archery club today?” she asked, her curly red hair swinging as she faced her best friend.
“Not ‘til four,” he answered quietly, eyes trained ahead. “Need help setting up for drama club?”
Natasha smiled, “If you don’t mind.”
Clint shrugged, and Natasha knew that he’d be there for her; as he always was. “I better get these to the drama room before our free period ends. I’ll see you at lunch.”
He nodded and turned left, most likely heading towards the library for some light reading before Calculus started. Natasha went in the opposite direction, an extra bounce in her step as she hummed to herself.
***
Lunch time always intrigued Thor, as he sat with Loki and a few of his friends, pulling out the sandwich Mrs. Laufeyson had made for him. The true dynamics of high school could be seen during this time, as everyone split into their respective cliques.
The jocks dominated the tables closet to the bay windows, and Thor could see their leader, Steve Rogers, looking rather sullen as his girlfriend, the cheer captain Peggy Carter, tried to coax a smile out of him.
Not too far from them was an odd mix of outcasts, consisting of the drama club, the geeks, the nerds and the goths. Tony Stark, a genius prodigy, stood on top of a table as everyone watched him, gesturing wildly with his hands.
And then there was Thor, who simply sat with the “normal” kids; not too smart, not too sporty, not too weird. Just normal.
“Loki, do you have National Honors Society club today?” Thor turned back to his sandwich, peanut butter and jelly, and took a big bite.
“No,” Loki shook his head, “That’s on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”
“Ah, well then, shall we head to the mall after school? There’s a store I’d like to-” Thor stopped as a glob of potato salad flew onto Loki’s face, causing the younger boy to sputter out a disgusted “gross!” Looking in the direction it came from, Thor saw a few of the jocks laughing and high fiving each other.
Getting up, he promptly walked over to the most obnoxious one of them all, Logan Howlett, and punched him square in the jaw.
***
Doodling in her biology notebook, Natasha sighed as she willed time to move faster. She just wanted to get out of here and into drama club, so they could start planning their fall production. She had a long list of potential plays written down, and she couldn’t wait to share them with everyone else.
Feeling a nudge beside her, Natasha smiled and looked up at Clint, handing over her notebook. This was one of their daily rituals, writing notes back and forth to each other during biology class. Sometimes, they would get caught and sent to detention, but she never really minded it too much.
Today, however, she was pissed.
Beyond pissed.
Clint just shrugged.
***
“Mom is going to be so mad when she finds out,” Loki said as he walked Thor to detention, his features tense, “You know, you didn’t have to punch that guy. It was just potato salad.”
“I don’t care, nobody messes with my brother,” Thor growled under his breath, furious that he was being punished while those jocks weren’t.
“We’re not really brothers,” Loki mumbled, but smiled nonetheless, accepting Thor’s hug as he let out a quiet, “Thank you.”
“Anytime kid. See you at home,” Thor pulled away and ruffled Loki’s black hair, the two parting ways as he entered the classroom designated for detention.
“Hello, Mr. Odinson,” Thor saw Mr. Coulson sitting behind the desk, a friendly smile on his face. “Why don’t you take a seat next to Mr. Rogers.”
Thor nodded and walked over to the desk, while taking a quick scan of the room. He saw Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton sitting in the back, and Bruce Banner and Tony Stark sitting by the open window on the left side of the room.
Sitting down, he placed his backpack onto the floor and sighed, before looking up at Mr. Coulson.
“Welcome to detention.”
part two