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Night Changes

Tony's PoV

I was woken up at 5am by screeching of the door. As I looked up to see what was happening, I saw a tall muscular guy with long-ish blonde hair enter the room and knock down a lamp from the cupboard. Must be either that Thor dude or Clint or whatever their names were.

"Dude shut the fuck up we're trying to sleep..." I mumbled, still half asleep. He jumped a little, looking at me. "Sorry, dude. You must be the new guy. I'm Thor, son of Odin." Sitting up on the bed, I was a little shocked. "Wait, like... THE Odin? Wait, so that little black haired shithead is the god of mischief and you're the god of thunder?!" He motioned for me to be quieter. "Stop being so loud, you're gonna wake the others up! Also, yes."

I stood up, walking to the fridge. "So, how does it feel, being some kind of god?" Maybe he'll notice the joking tone of my voice. "Well, it's nothing special, really. If it were special, I wouldn't be stuck here." He followed the sentence up with an eye roll, from what I could see in the dark. My eyes went to the giant digital clock on somebody's nightstand. Shit, it's 6:30, we're gonna have to start class soon.

The alarm clocks soon went off, one by one. The one that stood out most was Natasha's, as a calm Tchaikovski music piece started playing through the obnoxious ringing. "Rise and shine, lil assholes!", a loud voice could be heard. "And turn that crap down, Nat, I told you five times this week." Of course it was Nick Fury. Natasha gave him a piercing glare, but he just walked to the next dorm.

"So, is this like, a thing here? He just opens the door at 6:45 and yells whatever he wants at us?" Everybody looked at me, chuckling. "Yep. Every day except saturdays and sundays. It sucks. Like, a lot.", Bruce said. "So, I'm gonna get dressed and then I'm off to my first lesson, so I'll see you guys soon if we have any joined periods!" And with that he walked out of the door, probably towards the shower rooms.

I opened the drawer which contained my clothes, but then decided against showering at the moment. Anyways, I have classes at ten today, so I'm not in that much of a hurry. Slowly, the dorm became emptier with everybody leaving for classes and overworking themselves with hygiene.

At about nine, don't ask what I was still doing in the dorm then, a figure scurried into the room through the window. I turned around, seeing a young gentleman with a backpack full of arrows on his back. He looked absolutely wrecked and hungover and I hurried towards him, helping him sit on the couch.

"Holy shit, man. You look terrible, what happened? Where were you yesterday? By the way i'm Tony Stark, the new guy here." He gave me a questioning look. "I forgot my hearing aids there. God... I'm Clint Barton. Main dumbass." He barely smiled, more like scoffed, and I started questioning him. "Where exactly is there?" His expression became more and more puzzled.

"I went to this sick party, that a dude who used to go here threw. He calls himself 'The Grandfather', no, 'The Grandmaster'. There were a bunch of chicks there, some even our age, right? And there was this girl named... Val, I think? I barely remember, jesus christ. So she challenged me to a drink off. And let me tell you, the girl downed a bottle of Jack like it was a Capri-Sun. Then somehow I woke up in the guest room, luckily clothed."

He continued his story, speaking slowly. "Well, I pick up my backpack and get to the door, and I hear the dude who runs the place, yelling after me, like where do i think i'm going, honestly I think he was on some kinda drugs. And being hungover as shit, I didn't think and I just shot one of my arrows, these plastic ones, and shot him in the arm and ran. So this bitch runs out after me, yeah? And he said he was gonna come beat my ass in front of the entire school."

I just watched him speak, and as he finished the story, there was a slight drop of fear in his eyes, I could see he knew he was in deep shit. Looking around, I saw a pair of hearing aids hanging out of the pocket on his hoodie. "Your hearing aids, dude." He was shocked when I pointed at them and he quickly put them in. "Thanks, man!" "No biggie. Well, you said that the guy seemed kinda psycho, so maybe if he really was on drugs, he isn't gonna show up because he forgot already."

Moments later, he stood up, walking to the fridge, and reached for a beer. "Hell no, Clint. You aren't getting any alc until the next party. Not happening." He moved his hand away from the beer, slamming the fridge. "Man, I'm a fuck up. There's gonna be this almost grown ass dude terrorising me for the rest of the year, and I have no way to avoid it." He sat himself down in the middle of the kitchen with a loud thud. "Go to bed, you're a wreck. Get some sleep and think this through." I gave him advice and he actually picked himself up until he collapsed into the comfort of his bed.

Steve's PoV

I was looking at my face in the mirror of the shower room. So focused on my acne scarring, I almost didn't see Bucky walk up to me, sitting on the counter in front of the other mirror.

"So, Capsicle. We have the same schedule today. Anyone particular you wanna be sitting with?" He raised an eyebrow and smirked a bit cockily. "Actually, I had something in mind..." We both started laughing. He looks so nice when he laughs.

I went to put on my clothes into a dressing room (I just had a large towel around my waist), stuffing my pyjamas into a locker. It was time for class, which would have been awful if I hadn't been sitting with Bucky.

We were sitting in class, Mrs. Hill explaining something about the history of Agents of Shield. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around, seeing a blonde girl, I think her name was Pepper, looking at me, her legs crossed and lips puckered entitledly. She handed me a small note written on a light blue paper.

'Party at the Potts' house, Friday, 9:00 P.M. Bring a pal. ;) Be there bitches. ' Interesting. I folded the note again, sticking it into my pocket. Maybe I'll tell the others in the afternoon. A party is always fun.

After class, only me and Bucky were left in the classroom. I was gazing at him a little, hoping he wouldn't notice me admiring him. "Why are you staring at me, Rogers? Have something to say?" He chuckled, putting his books into his backpack. "See ya at the dorm." And with that he left.

Maybe it would be best for me to get to the dorm too. I picked my stuff up, bolting through the halls. Bring a pal, huh? Maybe this is my chance... Who am I kidding?! I'm a loser, although Buck is my best friend, he probably wouldn't go with me.

I walked into our dorm and it was empty. Then I heard snoring from the other side of the room. And there was Clint, almost on the floor, sleeping. God knows where the guy was. Seconds later, a rock came flying through the window with a horrifying sound.

"Hey, fucker! Get out and square up! You messed with the wrong person!" Loud laughing and cursing could be heard from outside as more rocks came flying. Clint bolted off his bed, hiding under the windowsill. He motioned for me to get down and so I did. I looked at him with a worried and questioning look on my face.

"Hey bitchface, come out or we're coming in. Anybody who's in there with you is going to pay. And don't get me started on you... You wanna get hurt, come out! You wanna fucking die, stay in!" Clint started looking angrier as the threats piled up.

Soon, we heard sounds. Fight sounds, to be exact. Someone seemed to be getting beaten up outside. Now I was even more confused as to what was going on. A girl who seemed to be about our age stepped onto the (now completely broken) window, looking into our dorm. "Pansies."

The girl had dark curly hair, a slightly darker complexion and two white lines over each eye. "I'm Val. Before you thank me for saving your asses, I'd like to know what the hell you were doing at Grandmaster's party." She pointed a finger at Clint, raising an eyebrow. "You're a terrible drinker, by the way."

"It's a long story. I just wanted to have fun." She rolled her eyes at Clint's response. "Ugh, young people. Anyways, I'm looking for Thor Odinson. I'm in the right dorm, aren't I?" I looked at Clint in sheer confusion before answering. "He-he still has classes."

Val walked over to the fridge and took out a can of beer before sitting on the couch and turning the TV on. So this was Thor's 'friend' we heard so much about. She seems... nice? Anyways, I sat down next to her and Clint joined us as the TV show boomed loudly.