This is my first EVER fan fiction, I'm feeling kind of weird being the one writing it instead of reading, but whatevs! I don't really know what to write here, but I hope you enjoy my story. Please forgive any spelling/grammatical mistakes. Constructive criticism is always welcomed. (This story is AU btw)

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own any of the Avengers (or recognizable characters/items) in this story. But the OCs or random characters, I just made up.

Sunday mornings were always hard for 17-year-old Steve. Waking up with a dreadful hangover from the extraordinarily crazy party last night was the easiest part of his tedious Sunday a.m. schedule. Oh, but of course, Steve wasn't in his own bed, he never really was on weekends. He groggily picked up his thumping head and searched the room for any distinct features he can pick out to recognize where the hell he was. He wasn't actually on a bed, but rather an uncomfortable Moroccan carpet on the rigid wood floor, that was "Imported specifically for my daddy!". Well, that was what Taylor Sepes would constantly brag about. Her annoying, screechy voice rang in Steve's ear. He shuddered and continued his examination of the large room he was currently within. Agnes Heatherton from the Church Choir was almost completely naked lying down on a black armchair, her face covered in vulgar comments written in sharpie. Right behind Agnes, in the abnormally large backyard, he saw the pool filled with different colors of vomit. He thought it looked a bit cool in a way. Lying dangerously close to the vomit-filled pool was Maria Hill. Thinking about how hot she looked in her tiny purple bikini, Steve recollected his agreement with one of his closest male friends. He quickly lifted himself off of the floor and looked at the seemingly lifeless bodies around him. He searched around the tremendous house and found his hopeless friend at last, in a trashed girly bedroom.

"Wake up!" Steve violently shook his pal who was snoring, covered with the flower print blanket.

"What the fuck man, I was sleeping!" Moaned his friend.

"Emphasis on WAS. Anyway, you're gonna tell me if you finally got laid last night" Steve commanded playfully, even though they both knew he wanted answers.

"I don't want to talk about it…" His friend buried his head into the stained pillow, shamefully.

"Come on Clint, don't be such a pussy!" Steve checked his phone for any messages, but saw the time. "Shit, it's 10:23!"

"And that's significant becau-"

"Church starts at 10:45, I promised my mom I'd go" Steve interrupted while trying to scrape off the random spot on his jeans.

"Cool, but you have a-"

"I have to go, we'll talk about your sex life, or lack thereof, later!" Steve ran out the house and into his 2014 Dodge Charger.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Steve barely made it to Church on time, again.

"Hey mom." Steve smirked, he knew he had just proved her wrong, again.

"Steve, had you had time to look in the mirror…?" His mother urgently whispered to him as Pastor Bob discussed the upcoming Church events.

"Umm, not really. Mrs. Barton was too busy filling me up with pancakes." Steve lied, and his mom knew that, but she decided not to pry, well not at Church, again.

Mrs. Rogers gave a disapproving sigh and shook her head.

"Does mom always have to act like she has a stick up her-"

Steve's 15-year-old sister, Ashley, shoved a mirror in his face.

Steve took the mirror and looked at the reflection.

"What the fu-"

"Fudge. Fudge, fudge, fudge." Ms. Hoover interrupted from behind before Steve could cuss.

Steve slowly turned around with an irritated look in his eyes.

"OH MY!" Ms. Hoover exclaimed, after seeing the illustration on his face of course,

a little too loudly for Steve's taste

Suddenly everyone at Revival Ranch stared at the Rogers family with distaste.

"If you guys haven't seen a big penis drawn on someone's face, then I think you're either, A. lying to yourself, or B. currently not paying any bills because you are living under a rock." Steve proclaimed not so quietly.

"Steve I think you should be quiet no-"

"Oh, and Pastor Bob, since this is getting a bit more personal, I'm going to have to mention the HUGE zit on your nose. You're not fooling anyone trying to cover it up, I mean it's REALLY big." Pastor Bob self-consciously touched his nose with a hurt expression on his face.

"Steve." Mrs. Rogers kept trying to coax him, but to no avail.

"Mrs. Demphry, you should really try covering up for crying out loud, this is church, not your husband's business get together. Ah, and Mr. Heatherton, I know what your daughter's at!" Steve shook his finger tauntingly.

"Steve please, not agai-"

"Agnes! How'd you get all those naughty words off your face so fast? Oh, you know like Slut, Whore, and Bitch." With every cuss word, the once friendly faces at Revival Ranch flinched.

"I really need some pointers." He smiled his golden smile.

"That's enough Steve!" Yelled his often-silent father. "We're leaving."

As the Rogers family left, you could almost hear the sigh of relief coming from Pastor Bob and his Churchgoers.

"Every single fucking Sunday Steve! Every single one!" Complained his weary mother as they were walking out into the parking lot.

"Well at least I didn't call the Pastor's daughter a whore! Again…" Steve's half-hearted attempt at trying to comfort his mother failed, like always.

"I think its best of you leave Steve." His father's defeated tone almost made Steve feel guilty. Almost.

"Alright." Steve grinned.

Steve felt the eyes of his disappointed parents and his amused sister as he climbed in his car. He put his sunglasses on and gave one last smirk to his family before he sped off toward Grant's Café.

"I was waiting for an hour, I was about to leave." Clint rolled his eyes as he informed Steve.

"Good to know! Anyway, I have an idea."

"UGH, what is it THIS time." Clint groaned as he shoved a handful of fries into his mouth.

"Maria Hill."

"Oh God no."

"Why the hell not?"

"She has cooties. Why the fuck do you think not?! She's insane in the membrane!"

"Ew, just don't say that ever again." Steve quivered.

Just then, the beautiful redhead with green eyes walked in.

"Wow." Was all Clint could manage, after all, he was in love with her.

"Hi." The redhead flirtatiously said.

"Hey Natasha." Replied Steve AND Clint.

Steve laughed at Clint's dorkiness right before Natasha sat on Steve's lap and began a steamy makeout session. After about 5 minutes, Clint stood up and began to leave.

"Hold on babe." Steve told Natasha as he got up, nearly knocking her down in the process.

He walked towards Clint with a guilty look on his face, well guilty in Steve's terms. (Which is not really that guilty)

"We'll talk later. Just try to get Maria's number or something, I don't know. I can't be the only one trying to get you laid here, man." Steve voiced while Natasha was hugging him from behind.

"You're not. Trust me." Clint muttered while staring at Natasha, who was too caught up in the dreaminess of Steve to notice he was there.

"Huh?" Steve asked as Natasha kissed him in several places.

"Nothing." Clint finally answered as he shot a sad glance at Natasha and Steve.

"Whatever, man." Steve nonchalantly replied as he continued making out with his girlfriend.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Steve remembered to return home before 7 p.m., as that was dinnertime for his family of four.

When he opened the door to his house he heard his father whisper "Oh great. He's here." Steve never let it show on the outside, but on the inside these little details are what hurt him the most. His family never truly understood him. No one really did. They didn't realize he acted up for attention. The attention he never received as a child when his parents were too absorbed buying Ashley everything she ever wanted. As Steve was eating his mother's traditional Sunday meatloaf, he knew he couldn't hate Ashley for everything. There really wasn't anyone to blame. He didn't even think it was worth thinking about. But it was. He just wished he could go back to the days when he'd hear his parents tell him they were proud of him. He wanted a normal relationship with them.

"Being told, "I'm disappointed in you." too many times is getting old." He thought as he munched on some green beans.

"They just need to stop being so horrible." He reasoned every day. "Then that'll give me a reason to stop acting out."

He fell asleep with this in mind. But deep in his heart, he knew that he was partially to blame. Not completely, but partially. That's a step right? ~