Father Fury {Discontinued}

Chapter Twenty-Five

Once Sam and Kraglin had left, Mr Dey turned back to his sheet.

"This is getting exciting now, isn't it? First day of school and all." He chuckled before calling out the next set of names: "James Rhodes, your host is probably the most well behaved out of them, but here's Harley Keener." A boy with messy blonde hair walked up to the darker skinned boy and held out a hand. "Hello," he greeted. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Harley." Rhodey grinned and slapped his hand into Harley's, giving it a hearty shake. "Names Rhodey." He replied.

Next up, Mr Dey had Scott go with a girl called Hope Pym, one who looked like she wasn't going to take any of his nonsense with a smirk spread across her face.

Clint's host was a short dark haired girl called Laura Amos (A/N: I couldn't find her maiden name anywhere so if anyone actually knows it, please tell me) who appeared to be rather shy, yet Clint had no problem chatting away to her, mostly about his new family and all of his new siblings.

Bruce ended up with a bald girl called Nebula Dione. Nebula didn't seem that interested in anything, and was one of the ones that Mr Dey had to warn before practically running away from Bruce.

"She's got the same surname as that other girl, but they look nothing alike." Loki commented to Bruce just as Nebula collected a timetable. "Maybe she's adopted like us?" Bruce suggested before hurrying off, not wanting to lose the only way he had of getting round the school.

Finally, Mr Dey placed Loki with a boy called Peter Udonta-Quill. The head promptly left the room, leaving a very exciteable boy with messy brown hair to guide Loki around school.

"So, this is our school. Do you like it?" Peter asked as he lead Loki through to Art. It was both of their lessons, with a teacher called Mr Philips. Loki shrugged. "Haven't been here that long." He grunted. Peter pushed open a door labelled Stem 8-10, grabbing Loki's arm and dragging him through once he noticed how the boy stopped. "What's the matter?" He hissed at him, letting go as they walked through a full classroom, one that Loki noted Natasha and that weird boy Drax were in.

It was pretty much a large open plan room with three classrooms separeted by large rows of sinks and shelves that held art supplies in. Peter was leading Loki to the last classroom, the one with the most spare seats.

"Hello Peter, is this Loki Laufeyson?" The teacher, clearly Mr Philips, asked, grinning like a mad man. To be honest, most of the teachers in the classes Loki had passed had been wearing the same fake expressions plastered to their faces - clearly teaching did something to their real happiness.

Peter nodded. "Sorry we're late, Sir. Mr Dey let us two out last." Mr Philips nodded and watched Peter with a careful eye as the lad took a seat at the back of the classroom. Things were already splayed out across the desk, so Loki instantly knew that it was Peter's actually seat. Whether or not it was a fortune or misfortune, Loki had yet to tell, but there were no spare seats on that large back table. Nor the middle one, for that matter, but the front only had three students on it.

"Loki, please take a seat next to Elizabeth. Elizabeth, please raise your hand." Mr Philips ordered, and a brunette girl with her hair tied back in a tight high ponytail raised her hand with emerald green painted nails. The only students on the front table were girls, causing all the boys in the tables behind to snicker - Peter the loudest, Loki noted. Two of the three girls were sat together on a small table that was pushed sideways up against another. Elizabeth sat on that one, alone with three empty chairs next to her, and at the end of the table was another small one pushed sideways up again the end, opposite the one the other two girls inhabited.

Loki groaned, but took the seat anyway, not being bothered with much of this school. It wasn't particularly entertaining, and neither was the lesson, which was apparently a double leading up to lunch, and by the time the bell rang to excuse the students, Loki was sure that he had gotten and extra half an hours sleep.

Peter walked up to him and patted his back. "Cool lesson, right? Well, I'll take you to the canteen and I can guarantee that your siblings will be there, so I can let you go then. I'll be sat with my friends for lunch, and when the second bell rings, meet me outside the canteen doors." Peter instructed, barely taking a breath between his words. True to his word, he lead Loki to the overflowing canteen and left him there by himself stood awkwardly in the doors, rushing off to where he'd seen his own friends wave.

Thankfully, Natasha was nearby, stood by a wall, and Loki walked up to her. Her lesson hadn't been a double - Loki had watched her class get up and be dismissed.

"Hey Lokes, how was art? I saw you had it twice." Natasha spoke, a blue plastic tray in her hands. Nothing was on it, and even though she'd been speaking to Loki, her eyes had been trained to the lunch line.

"Are you hungry?" Loki asked, shuffling slightly with his hands in his pockets. Natasha nodded and immediately starting walking towards the end of the line with no warning, Loki skittishly following her.

"I texted the others to say I'm in the canteen, you also, so don't be surprised if you get a text. They'll be here soon enough, I'm sure." Natasha said as she passed Loki his own tray, placing he own down on the metal rails to slide across.

The days hot meal - which Nick and Phil had insisted they buy since they'd be home late and couldn't cook them a proper meal that day - was a spicy chicken curry. One dinner lady scooped some rice onto a white plastic plate and then passed it along to another who ladled a generously large amount of curry that practically drowned the rice on top before giving it Natasha over the top. Once the second dinner lady had been given the plate, the first had began on Loki's.

Natasha moved her tray along to a dinner man who offered her a naan bread - which she took - and then a papa don, which she also took.

At the point of paying, Loki had bought the same, and they went and sat on the only empty table, awaiting their siblings.