The Tower

My Education

It was the following Wednesday that I decided to show up to the tower dressed in my old school uniform. I finished up work for the day went home and changed then sent a text to Sam, Clint, and Tony telling them I was coming around the hangout.

To avoid the stares on the subway I put one of my long winter coats over it. Not the most sensible idea given it was only just coming into Fall.

At the tower, I got into the elevator and it took me straight up to the common floor. I stepped inside to find Clint, Sam and Wanda all sitting around talking together while Tony was in the kitchen making himself coffee with a French Press.

They all turned to look at me as I stepped out. "Hey, everyone," I said, dropping my bag near the elevator doors.

There was a general murmur of greetings but Wanda looked up at me with slightly darkened eyes and licked her lips. The gesture made a shiver run up my spine. She'd read my mind and she knew.

"What's with the coat?" Tony asked.

"Just getting a little crisp out," I said and unbuttoned it and shrugged it off, draping it over the back of a chair.

Tony literally froze for a second and stared at me opened mouthed. Sam sat smirking up at me, while Clint shifted excitedly in his seat.

"We've just ordered dinner in. It's a mix of things." Wanda said, playing it cool.

"Well, I am very easy," I answered putting the emphasis on the word very and coming to sit down beside her.

Tony made a sound like he choked and finally got himself unstuck finishing pouring himself his coffee.

"Will the others be eating with the group too?" I asked.

"Nope, just us. Bruce is at a conference and Steve and James are having a date night." Wanda answered.

Clint shifted from the arm of the couch and came and sat right up close to me. He started playing with the hem of my skirt. "Did you have class today?"

"No," I replied, dragging the word out a little. "I thought maybe someone here might have something they'd like to teach me?"

Clint went to say something but was interrupted by the guy from the front desk arriving on the elevator laden down with bags. Sam went and grabbed them from him and took them to the table.

I got up to help lay everything out. Going to the cabinet first and grabbing some plates. Sam was sorting the different foods into categories as he opened each container.

"We take the separation of food types very seriously here." He said to me.

"Well, that's a cute little quirk," I said, helping him sort out the last of the boxes. "How very human of you."

"Don't let that get out to the public." Sam joked.

"How come you're so relaxed about the arrival of our new student here?" Tony asked Sam accusingly as he grabbed himself a plate.

Sam smirked and grabbed his own plate. "Oh, I've already taught this particular schoolgirl some things." He said, playfully slapping my ass.

"Sam!" I yelped.

He chuckled and started loading up his plate. I grabbed myself a mixture of things and went and sat down on the couch next to Wanda. Tony sat in the recliner opposite us and Sam came and sat on my other side.

"So what exactly did Sam teach you?" Tony asked, looking me over.

I crossed my legs and took a bite from an egg roll. "Oh, you know. Calculus. History. Chemistry."