With friends like these, who needs enemies?
To ensure all reincarnators were within surveillance range of the Avengers, it was decided that they all were encouraged to attend the school Hayato was studying.
There were various benefits in the location of Hayato's school. First, it was near Midtown High School of Science and Technology which Peter was studying. Second, it was a few minutes away from the Avengers tower. Third... Well third is in the process of happening since some agents in the new SHIELD are in the process of getting hired as a new teacher there.
Hayato was cackling evilly as he schemes with Tony on how to kick out one of his most unpleasant teacher in that school in the worst way possible. Through a lawsuit!
It was always best to use the law against someone as it would leave a stain on their official record. And if law cannot solve someone then only should underhanded methods be considered.
As for Tony... Gokudera opts not to tell the billionaire his plan B.
Fon who was calmly sipping his tea beside Tony and Gokudera's messy planning table, serenely smiles. However, his comments on how the lawsuit should go was more vicious than the two of them combined.
Tony lightly comments and subtly praise Fon's ingenuity. Of which, Fon humbly replied that Verde could come out with worse ideas than what he had.
Tony did not know who this 'Verde' was, but decided to never, ever cross him should he and Verde meet.
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Shoichi had managed to give an excuse to all the parents of the reincarnators, that SHEILD (or Tony) has a new program to support talented youths and they were the first batch. As for Yamamoto's parents... Well, Yamamoto has that covered.
As he dragged his tired body towards the tower's common room, looking to enjoy some well earned overdued movies, he heard some chatter originating from the common room. Thinking that the rest of the Avengers were back, he didn't analyze the situation much, and just beeline to the room. It wasn't until he reached the common room that he stopped dead in his tracks.
...didn't they all had a hideout over at Yamamoto's? Why crash here???
Shoichi made a 180° turn and calmly headed back where he came from. He knew all of them had already detected his presence, but that didn't stop him from hoping that they would ignore him once in a while.
This time though, his wish has been fulfilled!
This time, he succeeded in avoiding them!
Shoichi was soo happy that when the lift open, he skipped towards his room. All the while looking forward to to crash on his bed and enjoy the rest of the day.
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As Shoichi sped to the lift, the rest of the reincarnators proceeded to work on the bane of all students, homework. Yes, unfortunately for them, they're stuck with this inane task for the few years to come.
Even Byakuran was not spared.
Luckily for them it was easy to finish the 'homework', the downside is that it was too easy that they were bored.
In fact, they even made it a challenge to see who could answer the questions the best in correlation to their current body's age.
That means, if you are six, write your answers like a six year old.
Of which Fon had done so perfectly, even his handwriting was according to his age. Now that is dedication.
Unfortunately this challenge lasted for about a week before everyone got bored again. As we all know, bored people do funny stuff.
And so one great afternoon, Tony woke up to a completely quiet living room, eerily quiet.
Which wasn't supposed to be that way since today was a school day and the reincarnators were usually here for the afternoon. So the tower's living room may as well be a daycare center for the reincarnators.
"Jarvis..." Tony called out in an uneasy manner. "Jarvis!" However, there was still no answer. "Byakuran, this is not funny!"
As he carried on walking, the lift creepily opens. Tony hesitates on getting into the the lift. That is, until he saw a mini Vongola symbol paste in the lift. Knowing he will not come to any harm, Tony's curiosity got the better of him. He curiously follows the trail of symbols and ended up in a hallway.
With large uselessly conspicuous arrows pointing him to enter said hallway. Since it was obvious that this setup was definitely from those reincarnators, Tony confidently walked into the hallway... only to have the entrance of the hallway being snapped shut with a bang.
"The hell?" Tony subconsciously mumbled but was still amused.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he say writings made of green electric looking flames, lightning flames his mind supplies, on the wall on his right. There was only one sentence on it:
Deflect projectiles and reach the end of the hallway with your dying will.
Tony's light smile immediately dropped. He had an ominous inkling.
And he was right.
Abruptly, three machine guns popped up from the end of the hallway; the place where he was supposed to reach with his supposedly, 'dying will'.
...he might as well write his dying will now.
Tony wonders how he had even displease them.
Oh wait, he did with the whole Accords thing.
If that was the case, displease may as well be a light word; offend would be more appropriate.
But didn't he make up with that Hayato kid? Seeing that the so called 'teacher' was now kicked out, he thought he would have at least reconcile with the rest of the reincarnators.
Apparently not.
But then again, with the Sal-whatever his-name gone, in went the agents responsible for monitoring them. So it was kinda logical that they had still not completely forgiven him.
Though... the guns were a little excessive.
And by little, he means, extremely excessive.
As Tony heard the first gunshot, he closed his eyes and covers his face instinctively, to brace for the inevitable agonising impact.
What he got was an agonising impact on his knee, which got him to tumble to a kneeling position, but not the type where you'd bleed to death. In fact, the worse you'd get was horrible bruising.
"... first thing, ouch. Second thing, I don't see the point in that many guns if you're going to one-shot me and just be done with it. Well, except the intimidation but-" Before Tony could finish his rant, he got a barrage of rubber bullets flying towards him which made him instantly regret his words.
As the first wave stopped after 5 seconds, the blue flames appeared in front of him with the same words on the wall he saw a few minutes ago.
Then the second barrage of bullets came.
Instinctively knowing that he had to reach the end of the hall or he would end up with more bruising, Tony tried to erect the lightning barrier as best he could. It worked for half the journey to the end of the hallway.
Then the third wave came.
The projectiles now carry lightning flames.
By the time he reached the end of the hallway and the doors welcomed him into his previously comfy games room, he plopped onto the room and decided that the floor was comfortable as it is.
As for the shout of Happy Birthday? He was too tired to care.
Who the hell booby trapped the whole hallway, just for the birthday boy to reach the party location all sweaty and tired? More specifically, who's idea is that!?
He felt a poke to his shoulders.
"I don't think he likes the birthday surprise, Vongola style." Lambo says in confusion. "Maybe it's because we didn't crank it up to full and use real bullets instead?"
Enma, the ever sane person in the group gave his weak two cents, "I think we should just have forgo, the surprise in Vongola style. I don't think he likes it." Then he mumbles, "I don't think anyone sane would like it."
Mukuro replies just to add fuel to the fire, "Or he might need to full version like what the cow had said."
Tony had enough of this and yelled, well, would have like to yell at him right here and now to show his stance on this matter, but all that came out was a breathy, "Fuck!" He managed to yell, "Do you all want to actually kill me!?"
"Hahahahaha, you'd get used to it." Yamamoto says happily.
Tony didn't want to get used to it.
The ever serene Fon decided that it was time to intervene and said, "Well, now that the birthday boy is here, let's have cake shall we?"
And half of the people staring down at him as if he was an anomaly-
They're the anomaly, not him! He is a perfectly normal, genius, 21st century billionaire.
-immediately receded to in order to get the aim of this whole fiasco:
His cake.
And yes, they had completely forgotten that the first cut on the cake was supposed to be his. In fact, it was an all you can snatch buffet in the game room, all the while, leaving him, who is the rightful heir to today's festivities, to continue to hug the floor. His extremely conspicuous body was lying on the cold, hard floor, yet everyone in the room seemed to have the ability to ignored it.
As Tony continued his blank stare at the reincarnators, the only thing he could think about with his current bleak situation is...
With friends like these, who needs enemies?