Tony/Bruce/Loki/Strange × Reader One shots

Avengers High (Bruce)

A/n this is a high school simulator based shot. Yes, yes I know what you're thinking. 'Author what the hell?' But trust me, you'll find it quite intriguing. Yes, all the superheroes still have their powers.
     You ran through the halls, papers unorganized in your hands. You see, you where late to your class. You where always a minute late to your morning class, Chemistry. One of your algebra 2 papers flew out of your binder and you turned to get it whenever the bell rang. You mentally cursed yourself and left the paper to run off to your class.
    "A minute late, just as expected from you, (L/n)." Your teacher spoke and had a frown written across his face. You smiled shyly and headed towards your seat.
     "Let me guess, your alarm didn't go off." Clint says and opens his binder. You roll your eyes at him and open your messy binder. You scrambled through your various subjects to get to chemistry.
    "Listen its a struggle, okay?" You say quietly to him as the teacher begins his lecture. Clint responds with a lazy hum and you both begin jotting down notes.
    Sometime during class you glance over to Clint who was scribbling small hearts around Natasha's name. You laugh quietly and Clint's eyes cut over to you. He mouthed 'shut up,' and you mouthed, 'love you too.'
    After class you packed your things and headed for Lit. Now not to brag or anything, but you freaking love Literature. It was easily your favorite-well aside from all the essays. You sit you bags down and sit in your seat. You lean back in your chair and tapped your pencil on your desk waiting for class to begin. "Daddy's here!" You cock your head to the side to see Tony walk in with his arms in the air.
   "Mr. Stark please I-"
  "Please call me Tony. Mr. Stark is my father." Tony interrupts. The teacher scowls at him and points towards his desk which was unfortunately behind you. He looks down to his desk and smiles at you. You could already smell he expensive cologne. "Yo, whats up y/n!" He exclaims siding into his desk. You look back at him and give him a deadpinned stare. He shoots you a suggestive wink that sends shivers down your spine.
    "Sorry, but I booked on Study hall." You remark and turn back to the front of the class. You catch a glimpse of your high school crush walk in. His brown curly locks and glasses made you swoon mentally everytime you saw him. 'Now who is the love bird?' You imagined Clint saying. You smiled as Bruce sat in the back of the class, away from everyone. Tony quickly ran over there to strike up a conversation with him. You try and focus your gaze on your books whenever the bell rings loudly.
    Class begins and everybody rushes back to their seats. Tony begins passing you notes which you leave unread, because your too focused on the lecture.
   In the last minutes of class, you use this time to check the notes Tony passed you.
      'So when will you tell Bruce?'
   Your face immediately flushes and you glance back at him. He gives you a sly smirk. You grab your pencil amd began scribbling.
    'I don't know what you are talking about.'
    You fold the piece of paper and hand it to Tony with a petty smile on your face as the bell rings. You quickly pack your things and leave before Stark could come up with something to say.  You rush through the halls and to the locker rooms quickly. Physical Ed. Your favorite! You groaned knowing that Steve, Natasha, and Clint where both in your class. Don't get it wrong, you love these three weirdos. They are just so much more athletic than you. Steve being in foot ball and Natasha being on the mixed martial arts team and Clint being in archery. All three of them where top of their class, while you just wanted to read a good book and sip some tea. You changed into your gym shorts and begun to jog around the court with said weirdos. Natasha and Clint immeaditly engage in an conversation leaving you and Steve to make awkward small talk. You look up into the bleachers and see Bruce reading his chemistry book and you stare shocked. Then you tripped over your foot and face plant into the gym floor. The three turn to you, who groans and rolls over onto your back.
    "L/n? You okay?" The gym teacher yells and strides over to you.
    "Yep good as new." You mumble and sit up. A few other class members laugh and your face heats up. You look up to the bleachers too see Bruce looking. His pushes his glasses up and you quickly look back down to the floor. "On second thought, can I grab something from my locker real quick." You ask trying to shake off the embarrassment that had settled in. He agreed and you walked into the locker room and stood infront of your locker with a frown. You picked at your shoe laces and retied them, blaming them for your fall instead of your own clumsiness.
    Once you finally made it to lunch, you where tired. Tired of life, tired of this school, and tired of people. "Y/n! Come sit over here!" Tony waves as Bruce sits down besides him. Great, just what you need after embarrsing yourself. You felt like the whole lunch period was staring at you, so you hurried with you lunch over to Tony's table which was crowded, mostly by girls. Disgusting. You sat by Bruce, which happened to be the only seat left. As soon as you sit down the girls and Tony engage in flirtatious conversations, leaving you and Bruce sitting there listening.
    "I saw you fall in the gym, are you okay?" Bruce starts and looks at you. A blush spreads across your face and you nods.
    "Yeah, I tripped over my shoe laces." You mumble and pick up your sandwich.
   "Oh! I have something of you actually. You dropped it." He began to ramble on and search through his bag to pull out a piece of paper. A smile tugged at your lips knowing what it was. "You dropped it this morning whenever you where running to class. I thought I'd return it to you." He said shyly and handed you the Algebra 2 paper. You blushes and held it in your hands exaiming the 70 you had got on the test. You sigh and fold the paper before tucking it into your book bag. Just what you needed. Your crush seeing that you where barely passing Algebra 2.
    "Thank you." You mumble and a smile tugs at your lips, still not being able to push away the fact that he held onto the piece of paper for you.
  "You know if you need a tutor I can help you." He says a small blush on his face. You look over to him as he pushes his glasses up.
      "That sounds great actually." You say through a laugh. He smiles back and nods.
   "Okay we can schedule something." He says. He inwardly cheered himself for being able to talk to you. He had been way to nervous to say anything in Lit. and Physical Ed.