Clint's POV

We had moved.

Again.

I have a new school.

Again.

My brother says it'll be different than last time. And all the other incidents.

He says that every time Dad gets into trouble with the cops. I've been putting on a fake mask when I tell him I believe him.

I've been wearing a mask a lot.

But it's not a problem; no one sees through it and that's the way I like it.

I never had friends in all my other schools. It makes it easier to come and go. I won't hurt anyone or myself. It works, really.

And I'm determined to do it again.

Today.

On my first day in soft-more year.

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I was the first in homeroom, unsurprisingly. I had my schedule worked out and everything else was caught up with.

The bell rings and I don't look up from my doodles on my paper.

Teens file in, laughing and talking with friends. I glance up at the teacher to see him rolling his eyes and I allow a small smile onto my face.

"Hey! Haven't seen you in this school before."

A teen puts his foot on the chair in front of my desk and leans on it. My eyes range up and down his form.

Perfect. A football jock to become my personal nightmare.

I turn back to my doodles. "I wouldn't think so. I'm the new guy."

A hand slams down on the desk. He gets in my face and gives me a predator like grin.

"Why so quiet, punk?"

"Leave him alone, Skull."

I look over to the interruption and my breath is knocked out of me. It takes all of my willpower to keep a straight face.

A tall blonde stands with four other just as beautiful people. There's a red haired girl, a mischievous looking brunette boy, a smaller dark haired boy with glasses, and a broad long haired blonde.

"And if I don't?" 'Skull' grips my collar and forces me to stand. My face remains expressionless.

"I'll make you," the blonde replies.

My captor chuckles darkly. And shoves me over to the group.

"Fine," the jock shrugs with a smirk on his face. "But that doesn't mean we're finished with him." He walked away with one last look towards me.

I had ended up landing in the broader blonde's arms. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks and I kept my eyes glued to the ground.

"Hey, you okay?"

I looked up to see the girl talking to me.

I looked down again and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I looked to the short haired blonde. "You didn't have to stop him, you know. Thanks for the help, but now you've just gotten yourself into trouble.

His eyebrows raised. "I didn't want you to get a bad start on your first day here."

I snorted and pulled myself out of the muscle man's grasp. Going back to my paper, I saw it was torn to four pieces.

I sighed and crumpled up the paper.

"What's so funny?"

"Hmm?" I turned to see the mischievous looking boy standing right behind me.

"You snorted when Steve had said he wanted you to have a good start. What's so funny?"

I figured it wouldn't matter if I told them about all of my bad encounters with kids at school, but something told me not to. And if there's something I've learned in my crap years of life, it's to trust that something.

A small smirk formed in my lips. "I've never had a good start anywhere, really. So, that wasn't too bad."

The five looked confused. Just as the boy with glasses opened his mouth, the teacher stood at the front of the class.

"Alright take your seats. Let's call role and begin the day, shall we?"

Natasha's POV

The new kid sat in the corner of the room and kept his head down. I watched him take out a pen and begin drawing on his own wrists.

I turned to the others. "Well?"

"He's cute. Can we keep him?" Tony glanced at the boy with that stupid smirk on his face.

Bruce flicked him against his skull. "HE is not a pet. But, he is very attractive. I'd feel better if he was with us."

Tony raised his fist next to Bruce's face. The latter rolled his eyes and pounded it.

I shook my head and looked to Steve. He was still staring at the new kid. I knew that look in his eyes all too well.

"You agree with them, don't you?"

His head snapped in my direction, his face flushed. "N-No. I don't think that. He.. I think he needs a group, that's all."

"Any particular group in mind?" I wiggled my eyebrows and gave an evil smile.

His face was nice shade of tomato by now. "Maybe. Maybe not."

Thor pulled a packet of pop-tarts and stuffed one in his mouth. "I like him. We should invite him to our group! He would be a wonderful ally. Not to mention his good looks."

I gave a little laugh at that.

"Alright, alright, settle down." Mr. Sitwell said. "Let's start role. Bruce?"

"Here," Bruce replied.

"Uh, Clint? Clint Barton?"

The new kid didn't even glance up. "Here."

"Are you new here?"

"Yes, sir."

Sitwell looked down at the roll call with his eyebrows knitted. "Huh, must not have gotten a note. Could you come up here?"

Clint slipped out of his chair and silently made his way to the front.

"Would you like to tell us a little about yourself?"

Clint shrugged. "Not really."

The class laughed. I allowed a smile on my face at Sitwell's expression.

"Why is that?"

"There's nothing interesting about me that you should know."

Sitwell bit his lip in thought. "Well, how about you tell us what you like to do in your free time."

The blonde teen shrugged again. "I like to shoot."

My ears perked up and I sat up straighter. Steve, too, was now much more interested in the conversation.

Sitwell nodded. "I do, too. What gun?"

Clint shook his head. "Not a gun."

Sitwell raised his eyebrows. "Then, what do you shoot?"

Clint smiled. "A bow."

Thor's POV

"A bow."

My eyes snapped up to the teen from my pop-tarts. A bow? As in archery? How interesting...