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Steve opened his eyes, trying to block out the searing sun. The room was so hot, it was smothering him. "Wake up, Steven!" A voice screeched. He rolled over and groaned into his pillow before getting ready for school.
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New to to the SHIELD school and not knowing the people or in this case, the food chain, Steve felt alone. The place looked very much like his old school, except there were bigger groups of people and less loners. It seemed everyone had at least one friend. Maybe I'll be the first person who has no friends. He thought with a slight frown.
Steve trudged the halls, wishing he was back at Afghanistan with his parents. Well, his dad. He shook the bad thoughts out of his head. He would not think about his mother. He would not think about how his father had shipped him to his aunt's. He would not think of his deceased mother. Not today, not now at least.
While repeating his mantra, Steve accidently bumped into someone. "Watch where you're going!" A voice screamed at him. Steve flinched and looked at a brown haired kid who looked about his age. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you." Steve apologized. "Well, you don't have to bump into me to get my attention." The guy said with a glare. "Sorry…" Steve repeated.
The brunette stomped away from him and Steve followed. "I'm Rogers. Steve Rogers." He said, struggling to keep up. "Steve? What an ordinary name." Steve tried not to throw a smart remark back at him. "So you are…?" Steve asked. The brunette stopped in his tracks and turned to glare at him. "The Tony Stark. You know, the genius who made this school ten times better." Tony said smugly. "Really? I don't see what's so great about this place." Steve said, looking around the hall.
By then, everyone was staring at them, waiting for Tony to lash out at the new kid. "What, are you blind or something?" Tony asked, eyes narrowing. "I j-just don't see anything out of t-the ordinary." Steve stammered. "Your one to talk. You look like something out of a men's catalogue for fanny packs." Tony said scathingly. Steve winced. "I'm s-sorry, I was j-just s-saying—" Steve said, trying to recover. It seemed as if Tony was taller than him now. "Well s-sorry to offend y-you but all you've gotta do is g-get out of my way!" Tony said with a mockingly fake stutter before walking away from a shocked Steve.
"He's such a dick sometimes." A velvety voice said. Steve turned around to face a stunning red head. "Hi, I'm Natasha, you must be new." She said, smiling. "Steve Rogers. What gave it away?" He asked. "Oh, I don't know, maybe standing up to the son of the richest guy in town might have something to do with it." Natasha replied with a smirk. Steve simply smiled sheepishly.
"Well, see you at lunch Steve!" She said brightly before waving and heading off in the opposite direction. Steve's smiled grew with genuine happiness. He had a friend! He turned to the direction of his first and stalked off.
Once in class, Steve sat down, tired from lack of sleep. He felt something wet and small hit the side of his face, not too long from when he sat down. He touched his face and looked at his hand, which held a spit wad. Steve cried out in disgust and let the little piece of paper drop while he tried to wipe his hand and face clean. He heard someone snicker on his right. He turned to see Tony there, laughing with someone else.
Steve tried not to show how irked he really was and tried ignore them, especially when they made it obvious that they were talking about him. What did I ever do to deserve this? Steve asked himself, shaking his head. He tried to focus on the lecture but soon, spit balls were heading in his direction. "Will you stop it already?" He yelled, glaring at Tony and his minion. Tony simply cackled at his expression. With a frustrated sigh, Steve bolted out the room and into the hallways, regardless of the questions his teacher asked.
Heading towards the boy's bathroom, Steve tried to clear his head. He didn't want to be picked on, not again. He shook his head, remembering how people used to make fun of him for being short and skinny. He repressed the thoughts and opened the door to the bathroom. Once there, Steve washed his face and tried to go back to his once calm demeanor.
He tried to calm his nerves. Just then, someone came out of the bathroom. He turned around only to come face to face with a random girl. She stared at him, shocked, then angry. "What are you doing in the girls bathroom?" She demanded. "G-girls bathroom?" Steve asked, looking around. It was noticeably cleaner than the boys bathroom. "Yes, they girls bathroom. You're here to spy on us aren't you?" She said, her eyes narrowing. "What? No! I was just— I didn't mean to—" Steve tried to come up with the right words, but struggled to even remember his full name at the moment.
"Get out of here you pervert!" She yelled, catching Steve off guard as she tried to push him away from the stalls. "I am not a pervert!" He said, standing his ground. "Weird fetish guy, pervert, creep, who cares? Get out, get out, get out!" The random girl screeched. There was a blinding light and a click sound, but Steve paid no heed to it.
"I walked in here on accident!" Steve yelled back, letting himself be ushered out of the room. "What's going on?" Steve turned around to face Natasha. "I didn't mean to go in there on purpose, I swear!" He spewed out the words. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean you," Natasha pointed her finger in the girls face, "can go off screaming like it's the end of the world." Natasha stared fiercely at her, making the girl shrink away from her finger in fear. "But the pervert came into the bathroom to—" The girl began. "It's an honest to god mistake for a the new guy to miss the guys bathroom. Now get back to class!" Natasha barked. Scuttling out of sight, both Natasha and Steve were finally left alone… almost.
"This is so gonna make the front page." Natasha turned her fierce gaze to a scrawny looking kid with a camera, grinning at the pair. "You better not post it on that damn newspaper if you know what's good for you Parker!" Natasha threatened. "I have to, it's my job." Parker said quietly. "Peter, just delete the damn pictures and I swear to god that I won't let Thor pick on you anymore." Natasha said in a low but dangerous voice. He let out a frustrated sigh before booking it out of the hallway. "Peter!" Natasha yelled. She then cursed under her breath.
"Who was that?" Steve asked, looking bewildered. "That was Peter Parker. He works for Starks blog, and he just got a new story about the new kid being a pervert and going into the girls bathroom. Shit." Natasha shook her head. Steve, listening to Nat, took on a sickly pale color. "I'm ruined." He whispered, brushing a hand through his hair. "No, you're not. I know someone who's good with computers. We should be able to hack into the website and app before the story gets out." Natasha said.
"Why are you helping me?" Steve asked, grateful for the aid. "You're my friend." Natasha replied simply. "Come skip class with me." She added with a smile. Steve could only nod once before Natasha dragged him outside.
They both sat down on a bench, Steve trying to find out what just happened, and Natasha enjoying the silence. "So who do you know that can hack computers?" Steve finally asked. "Me. I'm not that good, but I could probably delete the post before anyone reads it." Natasha replied simply, getting a laptop from her over the shoulder bag.
Steve nodded, then fell silent as Natasha clicked away on her computer. Steve wasn't really a technology type of guy, since his parents hadn't really had time for such mediocre things. He hadn't been born in Afghanistan, but moved when his parents went there to help the wounded soldiers. They were medics, volunteering for the job while Steve agreed to come along.
Trying to keep the memories from resurfacing, Steve blurted out the first thing he could think of. "I have never had a girlfriend." He tried not to look so surprised at himself, but he did need a distraction. Natasha simply raised an eyebrow, not even looking up from her computer. "Well, I would say that all the girls would be devastated to hear that you're not into girls, but then again I'm not really interested." Natasha said. It took him awhile to figure out what she meant, and he did, he felt the humiliation wash over him. "I am not gay!" He said. "Oh, right, sorry. I just though since you haven't had a girlfriend—" Romanoff chuckled at Steve's reaction.
"I just haven't had that much time to socialize with other kids my age." Steve said. "With being in Afghanistan and everything." He added. This got her attention. "You've been in a war?" She asked. "My mom and dad used to help the wounded soldiers, and I helped too." Steve said proudly. "'Used to…?'" Natasha echoed. His face fell a bit. "Yeah, after my mom died my dad and I came back to America..." Steve said. "That's horrible." Natasha said truthfully.
With that, they both changed the subject to something a bit lighter. They both sat and talked for the rest of the class period.
Up Next: Steve meet's Thor, Loki, Clint, and Banner at last.
A/N: Meep! Hope you guy's liked. Any feedback would be marvelous since this is my first Avengers fanfic! I update every Saturday or Friday,