"Its edible,"
"Sure it is."
"IT IS!"
"Really?Why is it in a test tube then?"
"I dont know, Bruce forgot to pick up some cups from the kitchen Barton!Just try it!"
"I don't know, I remember you saying the same thing about the brownies your mom supposedly sent over that made me grow feathers for a month!"
"Well good thing this is from mine own two hands then,"
"Thats of no comfort at all," the blond deadpanned, stepping away from the curretly bubbling golden liquid that he had been given not five minutes before but had so far refused to take a swig from.
"I swear!Cross my arc reactor and hope to die!Its edible Barton, and such suspicion!I'm heartbroken," the black haired youth said with a dramatic hand falling over his blue arc reactor glowing still brightly below his slytherin robes.
This causing the blond hufflepuff to roll his eyes, "Well good, stay heartbroken.You're an absolute lunitic if you think you and Bruce over there can try out your potions on me like last time, Who do you guys think I am?Watson?!" Clint said, taking a seat in the nearest chair and putting his feet up on the worn down wizard table in the corner of the unused,abandoned,old potions room, that currently housed the shared space of multiple experiments from Banner,Sam, Stark and Sherlock.Some of which he unfortunately knew too well for his liking.
"Well you two are both kinda short,"Tony said with a smirk.
"And blonds," Bruce chimed in.
"Short tempered," Tony added.
"Good quidditch players," Banner quiped.
"About same build," Tony chipped in.
"Wait, there is one difference," Said Bruce dramaticly causing the arrogant slytherin and annoyed hufflepuff to turn to him, "I mean with that physical deformation of the face Clint."
Stark erupted with laughter as he took in the hufflepuff's angered expression and death glare being aimed at their mild mannered Ravenclaw friend, who offered up a small smile in a half hearted apology.
"BRUCE!!!OH THE BATRAYL!!"The young Hufflepuff said as he pouted and aimed an astonished look at the curly haired brunette in the corner of the empty room who was sheepishly scribbling away the happenings of a smoking bleaker onto a heavy double duty piece of parchment.Double duty being the only type that ever survived his heavy hands,Tony's careless mark out, and Sherlock's habbit of pressing his quil sometimes too roughly whenever his mind palace seemed to stunt him.Said double duty also currently catching fire as the hufflepuff stared on in amusement at the ravenclaw ignorance of the slowly growing blue flames in the corner of his paper.
"Bruce, you're smoking." Said the small blond with a smirk,
"Clint stop hitting on my Brucey, only I can sexually frustate him like that." Said Tony as he began to sort through his various couldrons, back faced towards the amused hufflepuff and the growing flames in the still clueless but now blushing brunette's hands.
"Not in that way althought Bruce,you know I'm free anytime of day for any extra curriculers you want to...try out, " Clint said with a suggestive tone," But Bruce, you're litterally smoking.Th flames from the parchement are like an inch away from your hair!", Clint said, begining to snigger.
Bruce looked up to the top of the almost three feet long peice of parchment and dropped it to the floor, a look of horror and surprise on his face as he attempted to stomp out the blue flames only to make them grow taller with the newly exserted oxygen coming from his repeating motions.
"BLOODY HELL!!STOP LAUGHING CLINT!!TONY HELP!" yelled the startled Bruce Banner, his robes begining to catch the smallest of flickers from the flames, causing him to crash around even more wildly then before.Tony rushed forward, wand in hand ready to put out the flames when out of nowhere,a couldron of freezing water flew out at the two fourth year scientists.Couldron and all, the two teens fell to the floor, collapsing on each other as the no longer lit parchment turned to a puddle of ink and ash.
"Well have to say, I was kinda upset about the lack of pie at breakfast this morning but seeing both of you nearly burn down our third room in one month really just made my day," offered the newly presented deep,playful, smoky, voice belonging to no other then Dean Winchester.The mascular teen offered his hands down to the now soaked scientists, hauling them up, Dean couldnt help but let a smile crack at the scene that had welcomed him as he entered the room insearch of Sherlock for some charms homework answers.The scene which unfurled, illustarting a smirking Clint Barton nearly knocking out the two genuises who had been feverntly attempting to put out a growing haze of blue flames with a large copper coudrom filled to the brim with what he now felt, was freezing cold water as soon as he had opened the room's iron doors.
Shrugging off his quidditch robe, and his outer black robe, Dean draped both robes over the two now shivering scentist as he nudged Clint with his shoulder, and they soon began shuffling through the dusty cabinets around the room for the emergency blankets.Blankets that were issued upon Tony,Bruce,Sherlock or Sam by whoever happened to come into said room and find them fast asleep.Clint soon whistled over to the far left side of the room and tossed the two frayed yet delightfully soft blankets into Deans waiting hands as he carried them over to Tony and Bruce.Once again he couldn't help shake his head as he observed his two friends, Tony teasing Bruce about his supposed victory in what he called "their impromptu wet tshirt contest" and the kind ravenclaw just smiling sheepishly as Tony began showing off his muscles through his wet green,silver, and black school uniform.Even though the scientists could have issued spells to dry themselves instantly, they spent another two good hours in deep conversation with Dean and Clint around their lone "table of SCIENCE!!!", with the blankets around their shoulders as they all discussed how their fourth year was going.The four friends would have stayed there until long after if an enchanted paper airplane hadn't entered the room and launched itself at the back of Clint's head.
"UGH! Thats the last straw .I am done with all of the slytherins!" complained Clint as he rubbed he back of his head, smoothing out the paper, "If it isn't Tony, its Balthy.If It isnt Balthy, its Loki.If it isnt Loki, its Romanov!", Clint seethed under his breath as he read the paper quickly.
"Whats it say?" Dean asked,shifting his hands behind his head, stretching out his sore muscles from the constant quidditch practices and secret scoutings for Castiel.Ignoring the laughter coming from Tony as he said something along the lines of "Are all hufflepuffs that emotional?" to Bruce.
"Says here Sherlys set out a meeting...hmm do we even do that anymore?Set out meetings?I mean we show up at the hide out everynight either way.", Clint said, eyes still taking in the small moving doodles on the side.A sketched hangman with the completed phrase "Griffendors suck!" being the most prominent one, Clint immediatly knew this paper must have been ripped out of one of the many leather notebooks Loki often carried around.Crumpling the paper, he threw it at Stark's waiting hand, which he then reread and passed it on to Bruce.
"Guess thats our Friday night Brucey." Quipped Stark as he pulled of his blanket and straightened out his still midly wet uniform and taking off Bruce's blanket off his shoulders as well.
Bruce nodded softly as all the four teens slowly began to get up and organize, correction, restore the mess that was their own little hidden classroom.After a few minutes, they all dispersed into their seperate houses to all clean up a bit before dinner but not before they all exchanged 'good byes' and 'See you later-s' as well as all were witnesses to Tony's horribly flirtatious whistle as Bruce and Dean began to walk up the stairs to the floor which was shared by Ravenclaws and Griffendors.
Son of a Bitch, thought Dean with a laugh as he turned back just in time to see Tony's face light up as it always did when he managed to get the possibly quitest one of the group, Bruce, to blush.Shaking his head, he and Bruce continued to climb up the stairs.
