"Are you sure you're ok?" Pepper asked him, clearly worried. Tony found it sweet how she was worried about him. It was nice to have someone other than Obi or the therapists that he was made to see worry. He supposed it was nice because Pepper didn't have to worry, not like his guardian Obadiah Stane did or his therapists were paid to do. Still, he gave her the same smile he gave the others.

"I'm fine Pep!" He said, stuffing notebooks he wouldn't use into his backpack. "I'm as fine as I'll ever be. I just want things back to normal."

His friend bit her lip before looking over at Rhodey. He just shrugged and sighed. Good. Clearly, he had learned his lesson on how stubborn Tony could be. He honestly thought Pepper would drop it too but she proved him wrong by shaking her head.

"I just think its too soon for you to be coming back to school-"

"Didn't you miss me Pep?" He asked and she looked at him sharply.

"That's not it and you know it." She snapped before sighing. "You were kidnapped for months. It's ok to not be ok."

"I know." He said, even though he didn't know. "But hey, look at the Brightside. I only missed the finals month and summer! So, it's insanely easy to catch back up."

Both of his friends sighed and, thankfully, dropped it. For now.

xXx

Tony Stark was 4 when he built his first circuit board and proved he was a prodigy.

He was 7 when he skipped multiple grades and moved on to middle school.

He was 10 when his parents died in a crash and their family friend, Obadiah Stane became the head of Stark Industries and guardian of Tony.

He was 11 when he got held back one year, then two. Eventually he started moving forward again, simply when the repeated workloads were too boring for him to deal with anymore, but he didn't skip any more grades.

He was 15 when he was kidnapped a month before finals of his freshman year of high school. He was missing for four months before he was finally found in the deserts of Afghanistan. He hadn't told anyone how he had escaped, or why the cave that he said they kept him in was completely covered in ash. And he was going to keep it that way. Someone had been stealing weapons from his family company, and while he couldn't stop the production of weapons all together until he gained control of the company in three years, he could still do something about the illegal ones that people had no right having.

Iron Man could do a lot of good.

And while Iron Man was out at night and the weekends, doing good work, Tony Stark was going to play the part expected of him. Of a traumatized, teenage, spoilt brat genius, just trying to go to school. Who would ever think he was Iron Man?

xXx

Everyone was staring at him.

He knew this was going to happen. He had only been found two weeks ago, but he didn't want to miss the beginning of school. The staring would have been worse if he waited longer and joined school in the middle of a semester. Still, he had to remind himself not to reach up and cover the arc reactor that was currently coved by his clothes. The only ones that even knew about the arc reactor was Obi and a couple of doctors, that were paid into silence. He had no desire to let the population of his school to know about his heart problems.

He ignored the stares with difficulty and went to his locker. Just don't give them ammo and people would get bored and move on to something else. Then he could draw their attention back with something wild and outrageous later, when the air was clear. It was a sound plan, as sound as any of his plans could be, and with that, he opened his locker and roughly shoved his backpack into it.

Ok, so the staring had him more keyed up than he wanted to admit. At least no one really saw that. People were staring, but it was more staring at him being alive than actually paying attention to what he was doing.

"Did the backpack insult you or something?"

Tony sighed, then sighed over dramatically as he looked at Clint. Of course, Clint, of all people, would see him. That boy had the eyes of a hawk. Not that Tony partially minded. He liked Clint. While Pepper and Rhodey would always be his best friends, they were a year above him and knew him best as Tony Stark. Clint never spoke about his family, or any family in general past his brother Barney, and offered the same courtesy to Tony. He never called Tony by his last name, and never brought up Stark industries if he could help it. Clint treated him like a normal kid, which is why, Tony guessed, Tony hadn't snapped and told him to stop following him.

At least he could count on Clint not bring up Afghanistan.

"Yes." He said, looking at the blond boy leaning against the locker. "It used words I can't repeat in good company."

"Oh, that's a rude backpack." Clint said, smirking. Tony narrowed his eyes. Clint looked like he knew something that Tony didn't. Which, lately, Tony didn't like. "Did you hear the news?"

"Past the news I made?" Tony asked, shutting his locker without getting any notebooks or anything. He wouldn't use them anyway, so he saw no point in carrying them around.

"Yep." Clint said, pushing off the lockers and walking with him as Tony started walking to homeroom.

"Probably not. Been avoiding the news honestly. Are you going to tell me?"

"Well, Ms. Jefferson retired this year. We have a new homeroom/history teacher. His name is Mr. Coulson. I saw him earlier and he looked like a stick in the mud." Clint said, and Tony rolled his eyes.

"Cool? That can't be what you want to tell me though,"

"It isn't." Clint's smirk widened as Tony opened the door to the classroom. "What I wanted to say was-"

Tony stopped in the doorway, frozen. Clint had also stopped, seeing what had stopped him, and dropped his voice to a whisper. He had a feeling he knew what Clint wanted to tell him.

"They found Captain America, and he's going to our high school. Isn't that cool?"

xXx

-Months Earlier-

"You lied on your papers."

Steve looked up Furry, who honestly didn't seem very mad. Just… annoyed, and tired, and exasperated. Steve figured that this wasn't what they wanted to find out when they found Captain America, but he couldn't bring himself to regret it. Any of it. Except, maybe, the plane crashed that froze him, but he didn't regret saving all those people. He just shrugged.

"Course I did. They would let someone sick like I was in the army, much less a 15 year old." He said, being honest this time. There wasn't a point in lying anymore. He had gotten away with it to a point, using his various problems as the reason he was so small during recruitment and during training. But it almost came crashing down when he received the serum. It made him bigger, certainly, but it didn't make him look like an adult. He didn't have his illness to blame anymore and it was obvious that he was only a teenager. If Erskine hadn't of been killed, Steve would have been sent back home, most likely told to leave this to the adults and someone else would have become Captain America.

But he had been the only one with the serum after that, and no one let it slip about his age. The ones that knew, Peggy and Phillips mostly, tried to keep him away from conflict, but it didn't las long. Howard never saw a problem with letting him fight, but then again, Howard was about his age anyway. He was just too smart to not let help.

Bucky certainly didn't like it when he found out. Steve had tried to tell him that it wasn't that different than him fighting, because Buck was only three years older than him. Just old enough to get drafted legally. But Bucky didn't look at it like that. But Bucky wasn't around anymore, and neither was Phillips, or Peggy, or Howard. He was alone, in this strange, new, time, and he was 17. He just had to bid his time for one more year and he would, legally, be an adult, and he could leave if he wanted.

Fury hummed, and looked at Agent Hill beside him. Hill shook her head, giving Fury a look, but Fury didn't seem to care.

"So we have come to a decision about what to do about that." Fury said, and Hill left. Steve took that as Fury had come to a decision regardless what his agents thought best. "You are going to be caught up to the best of our abilities this summer, and then you are going to high school to be around peers your own age during the fall."

Steve stared. He couldn't be serious.

Of course he was serious.

"What?"

xXx

Ok, so I always liked the thought of trying to fit story lines to a high school setting. I read a really good Teen Titans fic years ago similar, and I really like the Disney high comic that fits Disney movies storyline into a modern high school setting. So, I'm going to try and do it for Avengers!

So right now, at this high school, you have 15 year old Tony Stark, fresh out of Afghanistan, 14 year old Clint Barton, and 17 year old Steve Rogers, who is going to be a Sophomore despite his age. Pepper and Rhodey are there too, but they are Seniors. Bruce, Natasha, and Thor will show up in time, but we still need to get through Iron Man 1 yeah?

Review!