100 Marvel One Shots✔️

The Quiet and The Quieter >> Heimdall X Reader

Title: The Quiet and the Quieter

Paring: Heimdell X Reader

Warnings: HIGH SCHOOL TEACHERS AU. also has themes of unwanted touching and stuffs. nothing happens, I promise, sweet readers X

Spoilers: none

Author's Note: I've finished college, and now only have online uni! And, even better, the courses I'm doing are creative writing! *dances in desk chair* hell yea

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Every day, you would wake very early to make sure you never left anything behind. You'd brush your teeth and eat your breakfast and pick out an outfit that followed the teacher dress code, and before seven o'clock appeared on the alarm clock beside the bed, you'd be out the door, your space-themed travel mug in hand and driving to work.

It was a small high school, with a student population of just over a thousand, yet it felt like your second home. Maybe it was because you were always there, rather than in your IKEA-themed flat-packed apartment. Midgard High School was run by the co-principles Odin Allfather, and Nicholas J. Fury, both powerful men who struck fear and inspiration into the hearts of the students. While they praised the physical prowess of their sport teams - the Avengers, the football team, Warriors Three, the lacrosse team, the archery champion, Clint Barton - there was the academic side that you held up with both hands upon your shoulders.

As the head of science and technologies, you juggled the best and worst; the students who came to blow up themselves in the back of the chem room, like Scott Lang (who really, would be much better suited if he applied himself to physics rather than test tubes), and the best and brightest, like Bruce Banner and Reed Richards, Helen Cho and the insepparble FitzSimmons. Your teams of the future's leading scientists were the reason you really got up in the morning and slaved to become their headteacher. No way would you let the others in your faculty take that place when all they wanted was the extra bonus for the position. 

"Oh my gosh, did I forget -," you whisper into your bag. Yes. You've forgotten your keys - how was it possible? First one here, and forgetting the way in to the building. 

Just as you took a deep breath, and contemplated going back to retrieve them, a small familiar car pulled up two spaces away; a small honey-yellow 1970 Pontiac Firebird that brought a smile to your face. Inside the coolest car ever, would be your only friend - Mr. Heimdall. He was a quiet man, just like you; he single-handedly managed the firewalls and computer systems of the school, which, from your experience with the trouble-making Loki, was hard. 

"Good morning," he nodded. "Forgot the key?"

You bob your head, "Yeah," you laugh, and locking your car, join him in step to the door. "I don't know what I would do without you, Mr. Heimdall." 

From his height, you caught a twinkle in his hazel eyes, "I don't know what you would do, either, Miss _______." From the pocket of his brown tweed jacket, he drew forth the key, "I suppose we're lucky to have each other."

Everyday, you'd spend lunch in the labs, making sure the previous class had cleaned up their messes (often not, for example, Tony Stark) and you'd mark your quizzes and the exams and draw the next classes' lessons up on the chalk board. Most other teachers weren't this dedicated to their job, unless they were Phil Coulson and his history class (you'd almost go back to high school just to sit through his animated enthusiasm about the second world war), but that's what you were. You were most possibly the nerdiest nerd the school had heard, and that went beyond the students in their Dr Who phases. But today, in your lunch break, instead of it just being you taking mouthfuls of food and darting around, too quick for the computer you wrote your lessons into to take in, you sat.