(A/N: Basically we (Tumblr users: captainandbucky and blueberryfudgesauce) wrote this thing because my friend saw this fanart by tumblr user katinca and she messaged me screaming about genderswap stucky and somehow we ended up with a genderswap avengers college au ft. bucky barnes don't even ask me)

Chapter 1

Antonia Stark was alive, and her parents were dead in coffins in front of her, and the only thing she could think about is how angry she really was. She had a rage filling her chest, and she was angry at the dead people inside the boxes in front of her. They had been driving, the road was icy, and the car just flipped. There were so many possible decisions her parents could have made that night, and still they chose to die with each other. It was torture to Toni that she lived whilst her greedy parents died, not even caring about her.

She turned her head to the side, glancing at the people who were attending the funeral of her parents; mostly politicians, a few relatives, and two friends of her father's that she'd never properly met, but seemed to always be around when the atmosphere around her house was the most tense.

Antonia bowed her head when the man glanced at her, the eyepatch covering one of his eyes doing nothing to lessen the intensity of his stare. The girl took in a deep breath and uttered a quick "excuse me" to the people surrounding her, quickly walking away from the coffins that had not yet been lowered and fumbling around in her bag for her car keys.

"Miss Stark." she heard someone come up behind her, but kept her eyes ahead and didn't stop walking or acknowledge their presence until they grabbed her arm.

She stopped and turned to glance at them, "What?" she said irritably.

"Why are you leaving." the man with the eyepatch asked, "it's your parents' funeral."

"I don't know - maybe it's because I dont want to be here?" she said sarcastically, raising an eyebrow slightly before turning and continuing to walk towards her calistening to him as he continued to walk beside her, saying her name quietly. "Look - you're Fury, right? I get it, you were Pa's friend, but I really don't care about anything you have to say to me." she said, unlocking her car and sliding into the driver's seat, not giving the man a chance to reply before she sped away.

The next three days -or was it four?- were a blur for Toni, she managed to reduce her parent's alcohol collection by 25%. A few windows were broken, lots of the art collection was either sold, donated or had been hurled across the room and/or shot at. She hadn't washed her hair in that time, and had taken to sitting in the bath with a bottle of scotch rather than properly showering.

She was coping just fine. Not that it was any different to when her parents were alive, she hardly ever saw or interacted with them before like normal families - so now she could do whatever she wanted and not get a lecture.

The doorbell rang on the fourth or fifth day, forcing Antonia to be presentable for visitors. She mainly just wore a robe that her father had once owned. She went to the door and saw the man with the eyepatch from the funeral. Fury. She rolled her eyes, and walked back inside, trying to get another drink.

"What do you want Fury? I thought we ended our discussion days ago?" She managed to stumble over to the bar, and pour herself the expensive whiskey, a drink she was not always fond of, but after her parents' passing, she had taken quite a liking to.

"You aren't 18 yet. Technically, you're under my protection until such time" Fury took the whiskey bottle away from Toni, and she remained unamused and almost depressed.

"I just turned 17, you realise it doesn't actually matter" Toni picked up her glass and walked over to the couch. She fell onto the couch, and began to drink down the hard liquor. It burned her throat, and filled the emptiness in her stomach.

"I honestly don't want to, but it was your parents request, so I'm going to uphold that" Fury stood, with his eye becoming angrier than Toni had ever seen, and then he clicked his fingers. Swarms of men began to enter the house, and moved down to the basement, which was where Toni would work on her engines for cars, one's which she had fallen in love with over time.

"Am I supposed to leave my home and go live with you?" Toni stood, and tried to inspect what these men were actually doing.

"Not me. You'll be with other exceptional and bright minds like yourself" He recited, like he had been practising.

"Exceptional and bright minds like me? Honestly?" Toni questioned. "You're taking all my equipment aren't you?" She said in a monotone manner, knowing full well that was what they were doing. They carried tools and large bundles of metal she had been trying to weld together. She was a robotics major as well as a master in engineering. She considered herself 'beyond a genius'.

"They're kids around your age, and intelligent and geniuses just like you" Fury said, guiding Toni up to her room. She turned to him before narrowing her brow.

"Geniuses like me? You're not serious? Do you really think these other kids are geniuses?" Fury simply kept guiding Toni to her room before.

"Be ready 20, otherwise, that robe will be the only thing you own" He gave her a final push into her room, and she huffed giving in, and packing her bag. She may have missed her parents more than she let on now.

Toni stood in front of the door, and read the banner above the entrance. 'The home of Extraordinary Students' and under it written in paint 'Working Title'. Toni rolled her eyes, not understanding why exactly she had to move into this particular house with all these other intelligent young people. She was going to knock, but the door swung open before her hand hit the door. A boy, with velvet red hair was laughing, and stopped suddenly as he was walking out the door. His brow narrowed, and stepped back. He was a tall boy, a tough jaw, and a smile that could help cure sadness in almost anyone. He was tall, and wore all black, though, like a businessman, not like the teenager he obviously was. Toni smiled, and waved slightly. "Hi" she said simply, and the boy turned back inside to the house.

"The new kid is here" He yelled, picked up a bag from the floor. It rattled around, so Toni gathered it was garbage, so hence why he was leaving the house. As he turned, Toni did notice something, a red mark under his collar. Toni bit her lip, knowing full well it was a lipstick mark.

"You might want to wash that off" Toni whispered, and touched a spot on his neck. He hid the mark immediately as she touched it, and he walked past her. Toni picked up her bags, and walked inside. There was arguing in the back, most likely the kitchen, but soon after, there was smashing of plates. Toni didn't want to be in this house anymore.

"I'm Nathan Romanoff" the boy from before whispered in her ear, making Toni jump. "C'mon, I'll introduce you to the rest of them" He still had his hand pressed to his neck, and was rubbing the lipstick mark off. He pushed her back, and she almost felt like she was being forced into a war where there was no going back. A small girl, maybe 17 years of age, like Toni, stood on a kitchen counter, with a plate held in her hand. She had long black hair, and an adorable face for someone who looked so angry. She was still in her pajamas, and her large shirt prevented a lot of physical movement, so when she was threatening with breaking another plate, she had to keep adjusting everything. Her face was angry, and her voice was loud when she yelled.
"Which one of you idiots left my research out in the rain!? It's always in my room, and somehow managed to get outside, so who did it" She yelled, and Toni was shocked, but the others in the room seemed to not mind. A tall blonde girl was looking at an old weapon, maybe a hammer from a couple of centuries before. She was wiping it clean, and simply smiled as the girl got angry. She was a particularly large girl in muscles, as if she had worked out quite a lot and may have to do heavy lifting on most occasions. She seemed to be ready in appearance; a band t-shirt with a red flannel shirt over the top with loose jeans and heavy-duty boots. The small girl finally smashed the plate on the ground, and the blonde girl yelled in excitement "Another!" and laughed loudly. Everyone else in the room groaned, and Nathan walked over to the girl on the counter.

"Brie, calm down. Listen to me" He started, and the girl looked down at him, with a sense of guilt growing on her face. She started to sit down on the kitchen counter rather than stand, and Nathan held her hands. "You were working on your research yesterday afternoon, your equipment was overheating, so you went outside, remember" Nathan talked slowly, and Brie nodded, trying to recall. She wrapped her arms around him, almost like she was going to cry. A murmured 'I'm Sorry' came from the girl, and she hugged the boy tighter. There were three others seated in the corner of the long island counter, paying little to no attention to what was actually going on. One of them was hidden behind a large newspaper, so Toni couldn't make them out, right next to them was a girl eating toast, but looked like she had been through a war. She had dark hair, and a soft looking face, other than her tired eyes which made her seem like she was an angry soldier ready for battle. She wore jeans, and an old grey shirt that was too big for her. On the opposite side of the counter was a girl, blonde, in tight boxers and a black shirt like one Nathan would wear, stretched out and was firing arrows out the window. This was a strange house, and Toni questioned why she was there again. The girl firing the arrows turned around when Brie climbed down from the kitchen counter. She noticed Toni, and walked over to Nathan.

"Introduce us, Nate" She asked, jumping on his back. It was an unusual act, but the girl planted a kiss on the top of his head, and giggled knowing she was embarrassing Nathan. He rolled his eyes, and began to introduce people.

"The little one here is Brielle Banner. The blonde one with the hammer is Thelia Odinson. One on my back is Clara Barton, she likes to pretend she's a bird. The one behind the paper is Stevie Rogers. And the one next to her is Buckie. Sorry, Jamie Barnes" The girl behind the paper simply waved above its edge, and Jamie gave a slight raise of her brow to indicate she knows the new person is in the room. As Toni inspected Jamie, she noticed something she hadn't before. Jamie's left arm was artificial, a stiff prosthetic arm. It wasn't robotic, and it didn't move like a normal arm; it was there to stop the stares, Toni guessed. Although, it didn't stop Toni from staring. Jamie saw Toni, and stood.

"What are you staring at?" Jamie asked, and Stevie lowered her paper. She was blonde, and smaller than Jamie, with a kind face and a worried look gracing her brow.

"Buckie ..." Stevie warned.

"I think you know why I'm staring" Toni said, knowing full well it will spark something in Jamie. Jamie fiddled inside her pocket, then finally pulled out a butterfly knife. She flicked it open, and Toni packed away, but decided to step back to her original position to show she wasn't scared. "You carry around a butterfly knife. Really?" Toni said sarcastically. Everyone seemed to shake their head at Toni's decision. Stevie stood up, and came between Jamie and Toni.

"We don't even know your name and you feel the need to insult us?" Stevie said sternly, managing to look like a threat despite her petite shape.

"I'm Antonia Stark, I go by Toni mostly, I'm surprised you don't know me"

"Famous party girl whose parents died," Nathan said.

"And you didn't care one bit. Yeah, we know you" Clara finished, smirking. Brie started to boil water in a kettle out of awkwardness. Toni didn't like the fact that people thought she didn't care about her parents. She loved her parents, though they weren't all that relient, she was just angry at them for not saying something to her. And now she's away from home, and she could never be close to her parents for another year. Toni chuckled slightly, trying to shake off the feeling in her chest, before turning back to Jamie and Stevie

"I'm not insulting you, I'm just stating that your arm attracts more attention than it prevents. I could to a way better job than that"

"What are you talking about, Stark?" Jamie asked, and Stevie lowered Jamie's hand. Jamie fiddled with the knife, tucking it back in her pocket. As Toni looked at Stevie briefly, she saw that she was softer, with a protectiveness over others. She wore pajamas, just a simple shirt and shorts, and walked like she was on glass.

"I'm a robotics technician, engineering major and a genius in nearly everything I've ever learnt, I could make the best robotic arm for you, and have it as realistic as you want. Though, from the threat of the butterfly knife, I might have to delay any request for it"

"We don't want to hear-" Stevie began, but was interrupted by Jamie.

"You can make me an arm?" Jamie almost became speechless

"On one condition" Toni said, sticking her hands in her pockets.

"What?" Jamie questioned.

"You have to tell me how you lost it" The room went quiet and still as Toni announced her request. Jamie shifted uneasily, before storming out of the room. "What? It's just a simple question." Toni said, an innocent smile crossing her face

Stevie glared at her before sighing heavily, "Buckie." she called, walking out of the room in pursuit of her friend.

"Go put your stuff in your room. Third floor, furthest on the left. Away from everyone else" Brie said, walking behind Jamie and Stevie. Nathan, Clara and Thelia moved with the rest of them, and Antonia was left on her own in the kitchen. She sighed, got the boiling water from the kettle, grabbed a mug and made the strongest irish coffee she could under the circumstances.