Tony Stark one shots

Abused teen

Natasha:

Natasha wasn't stupid. Everyone knew what was going on with that kid. At the beginning, he had tried to cover the bruises on his arms and legs, but he had since stopped trying.

It was almost as if he had stopped caring.

Tony, his name was. He was actually a sort of nice kid, a bit geeky, but nice. It was a shame that he had gotten placed with that Obadiah character. She had heard that he was a real dick.

She closed her locker, and turned to walk to her next class, which happened to be science. God, she hated science. She walked in the door seconds before the tardy bell rang, and got ready to just plop her books into the first empty desk as she always did when she noticed something.

There he was. Tony, way in the back with his head down on the desk, trying to ignore the insults and various things thrown at him.

"Look at the little freak!" One of the other boys called, kicking his desk. Tony just buried his head deeper in his arms.

"Aww! Is the little bitch gonna cry?" Another laughed, walking around the table and smacking the back of his head. "Are you gonna go cry to your mommy and daddy?"

"No man, he doesn't even got any!" a girl across the classroom jeered. "Heard they died in some freaky science accident or some shit like that!"

"Hey Nat," the boy called, taking notice of her. "Come check this little fag out!"

Now Natasha Romanaoff wasn't a hero. She wasn't someone to stand up and out of the crowd. But as she quickly crossed the room and sat next to Tony, catching the next eraser thrown and flinging it back with twice the speed, she wondered.

If she couldn't be a hero, there was still a good chance that she could be a friend.

Clint:

Math class. Clint Barton hated math class. Who gave a flying shit about fining the area of a triangle? If it's really that important, pay someone else to do it! With an overly-exaggerated groan, he flopped his head down on the desk, peeking out from underneath his arm to look out into the hallway.

There was that Tony Stark kid again. He quickly reached his locker and began furiously working on his lock, trying to get the thing open.

Good luck, Clint thought dryly. These lockers are pieces of shit, along with everything else in this school. He turned his head away from the struggling student, and started tearing up paper and flinging the little bits at the students again. He swore it was the only thing that kept him sane during this class. His trouble making was interrupted by a loud slam from outside the classroom. He whipped his head around to see Tony getting pushed into a locker by one of the upper-classmen.

"Mr. Barton!" He whipped his head around again to face his angry teacher. "Was that you making that noise?!"

"Are you fucking crazy?" he sneered. "It came from outside!"

"Language!" his teacher snapped. "Now pay attention!" Clint let the matter drop, but he was still looking outside at Tony. Poor kid was really getting messed up. Clint sank his hand down into his backpack, and pulled out one of the metal rulers. Looks like this thing was going to be useful after all. Clint lined up his shot, holding the ruler like a throwing knife and quickly threw it into the shoulder of Tony's attacker. He laughed as the boy howled in pain, and laughed even harder as his teacher assigned him detention.

Natasha was going to be there too, after all.

Thor:

Thor had been in fights before. He had been in many fights, to be quite honest. He almost always came out on top, but there had been times when he was beaten. Looking over his shoulder at the kid behind him, he could tell that this kid had been on the losing side of a lot of scraps. It was gym class, and the teacher was letting them use the punching bags during free time.