If Steve Rogers had a kid

"Dad! I don't wanna go!" Whined Arrian Rogers, shoulders slouching and trying to use her puppy dog eyes on her father but to no avail.

"I know Arrian, but you have to." Steve said gently, placing Arrian's lunchbox in her backpack that was bigger than her.

"Can't I just skip today?" Arrian pleaded, looking into her fathers eyes.

"It's your first day of Second Grade. You have to be enthusiastic about this sweetheart." Steve told her.

She brushed a piece of short blonde hair away from her bright blue eyes, giving her father one last pleading look before allowing him to lead her to his car.

"Have a good day Arrian!"

"If anyone bullies you tell me! I'll kick their ass!"

Natasha and Bucky called out to the duo, smirks on their faces.

Arrian waved goodbye before climbing into her father's truck, setting her backpack on the floor of the truck.

Steve climbed into the truck, starting the engine and buckling up. He looked over to his daughter who still has a sad look on her face.

He tilted her chin up towards him and smiled lightly at her. She found it hard not to do the same.

"You're going to be ok, okay? If you don't want to be there anymore tell the teachers, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." He said caringly.

She nodded and smiled a little bigger when her father placed a kiss to her forehead.

"Buckle up. We're going to be late." He said, pulling out of the Avengers garage and driving off to Midtown Elementary.

When they arrived, the nervousness in Arrian's gut was nauseating. She gulped, looking at all the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th graders running into the school.

Steve parked his truck, cutting the engine and unbuckled Arrian and him.

He got out, closing his door and opening Arrian's. He took her hand and helped her out, but she didn't let go of his hand, enjoying the sense of comfort it brought.

They walked in through the school doors, everyone whispering behind their hands.

'Is that Captain America!?'

'Who's that girl next to him?'

'Woah Captain America has a daughter?!'

Arrian turned her eyes towards the white marble floors that shined from the artificial lights from the ceiling.

Steve squeezed Arrian's hand softly. She squeezed back, moving closer to her father.

They walked down the hall and into the principals office, closing the door behind them.

"Ah, Mr. Rogers! Take a seat, both of you please." Mrs. Morton said, sitting down at her desk.

"So, we have your daughters schedule ready for her. Also, we thought since it's her first time here, we could get one of the 2nd graders to show to each classroom." Mrs. Morton said happily.

"Um yeah, that'd be great Mrs. Morton." Steve said, taking his daughters schedule in his hands.

Morning Meeting: 9:00 A.M.—10:00 A.M.

ELA: 10:00 A.M. —11:00 A.M.

Science: 11:00 A.M. —12:00 P.M.

Lunch: 12:00 P.M. — 12:30 P.M.

Recess: 12:30 P.M. — 1:00 P.M.

Gym: 1:00 P.M. — 2:00 P.M.

Art: 2:00 P.M. — 3:35 P.M.

Steve read over the schedule over and over, memorizing each one.

"Ok, which class am I taking her to?" Questioned Steve.

"Room 405, down on the left." Mrs. Morton said, smiling sweetly at Arrian.

Arrian tried to return the smile, but it came at as a grimace. Her nervousness began increasing.

"Come on sweetheart." Steve said, taking Arrian's hand in his as he lead her out the door.

Arrian's bottom lip trembled, tears threatening to spill over her dimpled cheeks.

They stopped outside Arrian's door, the mahogany wood seemed taunting to Arrian.

Suddenly Arrian's sob broke the silence between the two. Steve immediately flew down to one knee, wiping away stray tears.

"Hey hey, it's ok. It's ok." He said, pulling his daughter close, kissing her forehead.

"Please don't leave me here." She brokenly whispered, clutching the fabric of her father's shirt desperately.

"I have to sweetheart. I'll pick you up at 3:35 alright. Try to make some friends. Don't let people pick on you alright. If anyone does, ignore them." Steve whispered in her ear, placing another kiss on her forehead before standing back up.

"What if they don't like me." Arrian said, wiping away stray tears with her palm. She was mortified at the thought of everyone avoiding her, her being the outcast, of her not having anyone to fill the lonely gap once her father left her for 6 hours.

"How could they not?" Steve said brushing away a lock of blonde hair. "You're an amazingly smart, sweet girl. Everyone will love you." Steve told Arrian, a soft look in his eyes.

He didn't want to do this. He wanted to take his daughter home and have Stark and Banner teach her everything they knew. He wanted to keep her safe. But he knew he had to do this, he had to let her interact with other people instead of just Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Scott, Bruce, and Tony.

"I love you." Steve said, placing one last kiss on her forehead before opening the taunting mahogany door, nodding at the teacher as his daughter walked inside, shutting the door and swiftly walking away from the spot where his daughter had looked so broken.

~Arrian POV~

Everyone was staring at me.

The teacher cleared her throat, "Class this is Arrian Rogers. Be nice like you have to everyone else ok?"

The class nodded eagerly, seemingly excited to get to know me. All except for one girl.

She had curled, dirty blonde hair that shone from the fluorescent lights, dark blue eyes, what looked like a designer dress, the fabric pulled tight across her waist and flowing out with red sequins like a ball gown that a princess would wear.

She looked me up and down before rolling her eyes in disgust, whispering to her friend with brown hair and eyes.

The brown haired girl looked at me happily, waving as she caught my eye. Maybe she wouldn't be so bad.

"Arrian, you can sit next to Lydia." The teacher said, pointing to the girl with brown hair. She smiled at me and waved.

I slowly make my way over to her, my red flower print dress with white lace trim brushing against my scrapped knees.

I sat down next to Lydia, placing my belongings on the table and looking down, suddenly interested in my dress.

"Alright class, my name is Mrs. Bell. I'll be your teacher for this year!" Mrs. Bell exclaimed excitedly, her eyes scanning over everyone.

As Mrs. Bell went over instructions for morning meeting, Lydia tapped me on the shoulder.

"It's nice to meet you Arrian, as you already know I am Lydia, Lydia North." She stated boldly, her chest puffing out a little.

I giggled behind my hand, laughing at her silly antics. Maybe she could be my first friend.

"I'm sure you already know that I'm Arrian Rogers, I hope we can be friends." I said, my voice coming off as calm and collected.

"Alright everyone, single file line and then we'll head down to the meeting room!" Mrs. Bell said cheerfully.

Everyone raced to be in the front of the line, some tripping over chairs, others shoving their friends out of line so they could be first.

"Move out of the way Kelp Face!"

"Over my dead body Thunderhead!"

Two boys were head to head, one blond haired while the other had nice dark hair.

"Is their fighting I hear?" Mrs. Bell cooed, her aura giving off deadly vibes that made the two boys freeze.

"N-no Mrs. Bell!" They shouted, hugging each other fiercely. "We're best friends!"

The boy with dark hair looked at me and smiled.

He had sea green eyes, one missing tooth and a band aid on his cheek, giving off a cute, childish and mischievous demeanor.

The boy with blond hair had bright electric blue eyes and a small scar on his lip. He smiled politely at Lydia.

Lydia looked away and blushed while a smiled back.

When the two boys turned away, I lightly elbowed Lydia in the ribs. "You like him." I whispered.

Her face turned an even darker shade of red. "I do not!" She exclaimed, hiding her face in her hands. Suddenly she popped up, looking at me.

"Hm, Pietro seemed to take an interest in you." She said smirking. My thoughts drifted to the black haired boy, his cute smile, mischievous demeanor, beautiful sea green eyes.

My face suddenly turned bright red. I shook the thoughts out of my head and hid my face behind the white cardigan that I was wearing along with the dress.

I heard Lydia giggle as she grabbed my arm and dragged me to the line.

Maybe school wouldn't be so bad after all.

I was wrong.

School fucking sucked.

Not even halfway through day was it good. I mean yeah Lydia stayed with me and all but still. It sucked.

Now I'm sorry for my profanity but I had to let that word out. God forbid if dad heard me.

Now here I am, waiting for a blue truck, surrounded by people I don't like. Just think. 189 more days of this bullshit until a whole other 190 days. Yay.

Finally, a blue pickup truck pulled into the parking lot. I didn't ever wait for him to get out.

"Drive." Was the first thing I said when I got in the car. I hurried to buckle up and once I did we were on our way back to the tower. (Tony bought it back)

Dad looked surprised to see me so rushed. But he obliged, pulling out of the school pickup line.

"So, I'll take it that today was bad?" My dad said cautiously, glancing at me.

"The worst." I said tiredly, playing with the hem of my dress.

He sighed and placed a hand in my hand, his calloused thumb running across my pale porcelain skin.

"Well, we can only hope tomorrow is better." He said, turning his attention back to the road, but his hand never left mine.

~At the tower~

When we walked out of the elevator door, Natasha and Bucky ran towards us.

Bucky scooped me up in a big hug and Natasha kissed my forehead.

"How was today?" Natasha asked.

"Did anyone pick on you?" Bucky questioned, his metal arm flexing.

"Today was fine and no one picked on me." I said blandly.

They must've noticed because their happy faces turned to a worried and slightly angry face.

Suddenly, Bucky smirked mischievously and looked at Natasha. Whatever he was planning Natasha caught in because she game me the same smirk.

They raced over to the couch with me still in their arms.

Bucky three my down on the couch and Natasha started to tickle me.

I burst out laughing and tried to ward off the fingers tickling me, but they wouldn't stop.

"A-Aunt Tasha, s-stop!" I giggled out. Suddenly Bucky started to tickle my neck, making me shriek with laughter.

"Uncle Bucky! S-stop it guys!" I said giggling.

This continued until dad decided to step in.

"Alright, alright, you had your fun. Now go warm up, we'll begin training in a couple minuets." Dad said.

Bucky and Natasha frowned but obliged, shuffling to the training room.

Dad walked over to me in big strides, wrapping his muscular arms around me.

I wrapped my arms around him too, burring my face into his shoulder.

"I love you." He said placing a kiss on my head.

I sighed, taking in his comfort, savoring every moment.

"I love you too."

Well that was fun. I think I'll do Natasha or Bucky next. If you want me to do someone else then leave suggestions, I could use them. Until next time!

— XxQueen Of TeaxX