School for Heroes (Year Two)

Chapter three: First time for everything

I'm back!! :P #Khadijiah1
_____________________________________________
Chapter two:
Clinton "Clint" Barton
Alias: Hawkeye
Class: Agent of SHIELD, Avenger
Powers: none, skilled marksmen
Dimension: Earth 6

"UGH!! I can't believe I'm stuck teaching a bunch of brats!!" I complained. Natasha and I were in the break room, getting ready for our first class. We were giving like, spy classes or whatever, and I was fine with that. When I joked about teaching better than Stark, I didn't think they'd believe me.

"Last year we just hung out while Fury handled everything. It was so great!! Mentors without the painful responsibility of actually having to grade homework." Natasha sighed.

"Well now he wants us teaching. And come on. It's not that bad." I raised an eyebrow.

"Not bad? Not that bad?! Natasha, have you met these children?! Half of them get pencils mixed up with their weapons!" Natasha rolled her eyes at my complaints.

"Just hurry up. We can't be late for the first day." I rolled my eyes, grabbing my arrows, sunglasses, and a bagel. Gotta be prepared for anything.

"I bet Stark was late on his first day. Banner too." I grumbled.

"Clint!!"

"Coming!!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now, helping Fury with Gym class, I already knew most of these kids. And reading files when I'm bored, means I know the rest of them.

The first kid to walk through the door was Hermione Granger. Witch, smartest of her year, and a real know-it-all. Like if Tony was a girl, a teenager, and British. And, had a better personality and believed in magic.

"Good morning Professor Barton." I resisted the urge to shudder. That sounded so wrong to me.

"Good morning Hermione." I answered back. If Hermione was in this class, it would mean that the rest of the class was going to be smart people too.

Smug little.....I can't even punch them to shut them up.....stupid little.....

"Hey Hawkeye. Or, Professor Barton now right?" Sam Wilson. Well at least I can stand him.

"What's up? And Hawkeye is fine bird brain." He chuckled.

"Look who's talking." Natasha rolled her eyes.

"Are you two just gonna make fun of each other for the whole class?" I shrugged.

"Maybe. I haven't thought that far ahead." The rest of the class consisted of Athena children, Annabeth Chase (who was an Athena child) Alex McCoy, some girl named Reyna (I had her weird dogs sit outside), Donatello, Hank and a new kid named Hiro.

"Alright kids, my name is Clint, and you can call me Clint, Hawkeye or Agent Barton."

"Or Professor Barton." You know when you wanna take an arrow to someone's head so badly? Did I say, Professor Barton, Hermione? Did I say that? Then no! No! Not that!

"Right. Now, I am Natasha Romanova. You can call me Agent Romanova, Black Widow, or Natasha." No comments. Great.

Now what exactly were we teaching again?

"Agent Barton and I are teaching you spy skills, such as how to not flinch during interrogations, how to use certain weapons, and how to lie." Before Hermione's arm could even reach the halfway point of raising her hand, I pointed at her.

"Yes, Hermione?"

"Do you really think teaching children how to lie is a good thing?" I sighed.