"This place is weird." Steve remarked, adjusting the strap of his backpack so it fit better in the groove of his shoulder.
"Should be," The principle began, turning the corner and heading into a room that contained a long hall with thousands of doors, each one numbered with curved, metal letters. "They didn't have anything like this in 1945."
Steve swallowed. This fact was true, for they didn't have schools like this is. The whole hall smelled of some time of cologne, a mix, and an underlining smell of lime and cleaners. Steve could feel his lip curl up.
"Listen here," The principle began, causing Steve to automatically stand in attention, straightening his back and looking directly at the man. "You are to report to your room at 10, and check in will be every night at 10:30, if you are not there, punishment will follow, understand?"
"Yes, sir!" Steve nodded, swallowing, but he didn't remove himself from position.
"Now, your room is B12, don't forget it." His voice was so stern, it only made Steve more nervous.
"Yes, Sir!"
"any questions?"
"Yeah wh-"
"Good, your class schedule was placed in your bags and those are already in your room. Goodnight and Good luck Rogers."
"Yes sir," Steve began, a bit irritated that he wasn't able to ask his questions. The principle handed him a small card, "Thank you sir."
He didn't acknowledge his first words, and Steve watched him leave, suddenly realizing he was now alone in the long hallway. It seemed way too quiet for dorm rooms filled with teens, but maybe they had gotten quieter since 1945.
1945... what things had changed. Steve found himself staring at the card in his hand, just a small slip of plastic. It was shaped like a baseball card, with the name of the School pressed into the silver and black backdrop. S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy. The boys half.
Steve remembered being told that this was a boys only school. A school for special kids that might not fit in as well in a normal school. He was also told that there was a girl's school down the street, but they were not aloud to be in each others school.
Steve looked at the door, and then back at the card. Maybe it was a new, high tech thing of the 21st century where you just touch it to the door.
Steve tapped the door the key against the door. Nothing, the door was still locked. Steve looked over the card again, noticing under the school name it said, Room Key. Then what else could this be but a key to get past this stupid, locked door.
Then something else caught his eye. A black piece under the door handle. A thin cut in it, just enough for him to slip the card into it. Glancing over the card once more, he found a black arrow on the back.
"Worth a try." Steve began, before slipping the card into the door.
Steve watched as a small click followed the motion. Steve could barely hear the click, but noticed the flash of a small, green speck. Then, with a bit of hesitance, Steve twisted the door open and walked inside.
He was surprised to see that there weren't any other kids in the room. But as he looked a bit closer, it was obvious other children live here. Three beds lined the wall, two of these sticking out from the others.
The beds were lined up so that there was a bed to the right of the door, and another to the left. Leaving the third placed just five feet from the door. The one to the left was neatly folded, bags open and empty, clothes obviously packed away into one of the dressers. A few posters laid around the bed's area, all with weird letters and odd combinations and looked like it may be math.
The right bed didn't look as well kept. The blankets were torn up, ripped into shreds in some places. Steve could smell an unfamiliar scent that made him cringe. The walls were covered in pictures of half naked women, and they only made Steve uncomfortable.
The only bed that was left was the one directly in front of the door. Sheets white, plain, and tucked. One basic, blue bag rested against the bed, signifying this was obviously meant to be Steve's bed.
Taking a couple steps closer, Steve noticed a small note written in shaky handwriting. Steve looked it over quickly.
Dear New Roommate,
Welcome to the school, Logan and I are looking forward to meeting you, however, it was lunch time. Head down to the cafeteria, and we will be at the table farthest to the right of the door. See you soon!
P.S. Avoid Tony Stark or any kid who we don't approve first. For your safety of course.
Bruce.
Steve tilted his head slightly. That name stuck out to him, and he remembered it from when he first entered the door . Mr. Coulsin, one of the first people he had spoken to, had mentioned that name.
"Tony Stark is a problem, Fury." He had stated before Steve had entered the back room to the consolers office, "I still don't think it was a great idea to accept him into the facility."
The principle had only responded with introducing Steve. The man's reaction was quickly changed, and he seemed extremely glad to see Rogers walk into his office. Coulsin continued by giving details of the school and attempting to explain things to Steve but most of the things just flew over his head.
But a student that neither teachers nor students seemed to fond of? At least he had a good start, knowing who to avoid. And judging by the letter, he also had a good chance of friends this soon in.
So far, this high school didn't seem like it was going to be that hard. Kids who were willing to talk to him, easy to open doors, and nice teachers.
However, Steve wondered slightly about this Tony Stark kid. But for now, it was best to avoid him.