-For kimbee
5:40 am-Jan 28th
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Steve rolled over to shut his alarm off. It was annoying, but at least it got the job done. He was up now, but still had a few more minutes before he actually had to get up and start his first day at his new school. His first Australian school. He was a bit nervous, but mainly excited. He was sick of America, where everyone knew him before his… procedure. Now here, no-one knew who he was. He could be who he wanted to be. A fresh start.
It was also his first time in a small town. As a native from Brooklyn, it was a big change.
"Steve" came a voice from the door. He sat up and saw one of his younger brothers, Tom, standing there.
"What wrong Tom?" he asked the sleepy ten year old.
"Can you tell Jack to stop eating my Weetbix? He keeps telling Mum that he's Tom!" Jack and Tom were identical twins. There was another pair of identical twins in the Rogers household, Bailey and Chloe, who were thirteen. Next was James, who was fifteen, then Steve ,clocking in at seventeen. Yawning, he swung his legs out of bed and began his day…..
Unbeknownst to Steve, directly across the road, Natasha 'Gerard' Romanoff was mirroring his actions. Only with a lot more noise. She'd managed to knock over her cello. She'd almost managed to give herself a heart attack checking for damage. He mother appeared in the door way.
"Make some more noise, I don't think the folks back home heard you." She grinned.
"Hey, if I make enough noise, maybe I can talk to Ma again. Enough noise for Kazakhstan and the dead, ey?" she shot back.
She untangled herself from the offending instrument and made her way to the kitchen.
Across town, her cousin, Clint Barton, was having the exact same conversation with his sister Lucy.
"You're gonna wake up Dad!" she screeched.
Clint rolled his eyes. Only a year younger and still extremely annoying. He much preferred the other fifteen year old, Kate.
"He's not gonna wake up! He sleeps like a freakin log!" he hissed,
"Well if he doesn't, Kim will!"
That stopped him dead in his tracks. Their older sister was not a morning person, to say the least.
"Coffee. Need Coffee." Came the call of a rare species of KimberlyBartonus.
Clint gulped.
Bruce Banner had already been up for hours. Scribbling furiously, he was in the zone, finishing a formula that Professor Selvig had given him over the holidays.
Annnnnnd he was done. He got up and went looking for his brother Mark to check it.
"Bruce!" came a shriek from the door. He whirled around to see, not Mark, but Liv standing at the breakfast bar.
"What!? I didn't forget my pants this morning, did I?" He asked, checking below his waist. Nope, they were definitely there. He always made sure of that after what happened to Mark.
"No, not that Bruce! Shouldn't you be at school by now?! Mark's already left!"
He checked the clock.
8:25.
Crap.
Liv sighed.
"Get in."
Steve sat in his car, watching the teens stroll by. Most of them excited to get back into the groove. Exiting and locking his car, he took his first step towards the new Steve.
A/N Hi guys, this story is being totally rewritten. I'm really unhappy with the way it's going and I cringe when I read through the chapters. So I'm going to put more effort in. For you guys.