Title: New Boy, New School, New Time

Rated:PG-13
Pairings: Mentioned Steve/Peggy.
Warnings: AU, cursing, Tony being Tony and violence.
Disclaimer: I swear on all the Avengers comic books, may they set aflame if I'm lying, that I do not and will not own the rights to The Avengers in any way.
Summary: In 1941, Steve Rodgers is 15 when he enlists in the army and still as scrawny as ever. He catches everyone's eye with his stunning bravery and compassion, thus making him the prime candidate for a highly experimental procedure. It works and the story plays out how we all remember, Steve on ice. But when he wakes up he finds that because he's only 16 he still has to go to school.

Hi guys! Another chapter, sorry it's so short. It's mostly just a filler until next chapter when Steve goes to school for the first time. I just wanted a bit of a buffer to explain some things. Anywho, this is going to be updated daily. I hope. But tomorrow I'm going to Tijuana for the dentist and Saturday I'm scheduled to babysit for the night. So don't hope for anything until Sunday, unless by some miracle I'm awake an able to write Saturday night.

Chapter 2

Scientists were no longer prodding him physically and Nancy wasn't doing anymore mental prodding, but Steve was almost wishing they would. After they were all done, he was taken by helicopter to an apartment building with Nancy that looked pretty flimsy, like it would fall over if someone hit a baseball to the side. No guards had followed them inside the building, but Nancy assured him that there were cameras and mics in every part of the apartment. She called it safety precautions; Steve called it a privacy breech. He understood his country and its government. He loved it, but now that he was alone in his 'room' he couldn't help but stare at all the hidden cameras Nancy pointed out. They were shockingly obvious now, but before he hadn't noticed them. Heck, he was sure there was a lot more than just those few.

Flopping onto his back, Steve let out a sigh and stared at the white ceiling. He didn't know if he could do this. He knew he could do war, fighting and being Captain America, but this seemed like a whole different level. These were kids, kids his age. His peers. They would have no clue about his position and wouldn't take it into consideration. Steve was sure they were going to beat him up or make fun of him. He was aware he was stronger now; taking out Hydra had proven that. But he wasn't allowed to fight kids at his school, one of the rules he had been given. Thinking back, they sure had given him some weird rules. Steve rolled over onto his side and grabbed the small red backpack they had given him. Apparently it held important items and Steve had put his rules into it as soon as he was done with briefing.

"Where is it?" He mumbled, taking out things as he went. He pulled out a binder, a baseball, some weird contraption with a weird apple symbol on the back, pens, a slang dictionary and a shocking pink calculator before finally finding the rules. It shouldn't have been such a scavenger hunt since the rule paper was a highlighter yellow, but it had somehow winded up at the very bottom of the bag. Steve took to biting his lip as he read through the rules, trying to commit them to memory.

Do not talk about S.H.I.E.L.D. It is a secret organization and is not meant to be known by the general public. If the situation is something you cannot back out of, simply use its full name 'Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division'.

Do not engage in any fights. Students must not be aware of your 'differences'. There is no exception to this rule. Physical or verbal battles are not something you are allowed to engage in. In defense of anyone or yourself. Do not engage in any fights or we'll step in and remind you.

Do not let your GPA slip below a 2.0. Your GPA is an average of all your grades and a 2.0 is a C average. Grades are not your top priority, but to keep up appearances you must keep average grades.

You are always on call. The phone we have given you (Nancy will explain the terms and instructions to you) must always be on your person and never on silent. If asked for your number by a peer, give them it. Not doing so may raise suspicion. If you receive a text saying 'Captain My Captain' then leave the classroom (Even against the teacher's wishes) and report to the office (Unless the attack is obvious and near your vicinity. Then report to the attack immediately )

Guests are not to be let into the apartment without clearance from Nancy and the same goes for you visiting a non-SHIELD facility. If given clearance, guests are not allowed to freely wander the apartment.

Do not engage in excessive interaction with the stationed junior operatives. The operative assigned to you goes by the name of Phillip Coulson. He is stationed a grade above you and you are only to contact him in an emergency or under the guise of him being your guide. Being friends is not an option, dots may be connected.

Clubs and sports are off-limits. Unless given permission you are to report back to the apartment by exactly 3 o'clock, thirty minutes after the school bell is scheduled to ring.

Do not show-off in Physical Education. You may be an above average student in the class, but do not give anyone an inkling of your true abilities.

It was a wonder they had come up with all of this in such a few short hours. S.H.I.E.L.D was a lot more prepared for these kinds of things than he thought they would be. He had expected this kind of paper maybe a few days from now, not for it to be handed to him while he walked to the helicopter pad. They hadn't spoken to him about it. Simply handing it to him and turning around. But the bold letters on top 'Captain's Rules' were enough for even Steve to understand.

He didn't really like this whole hiding thing. Back in the forties everyone had heard of him or saw his shows. He didn't have to hide anything. Heck, they had even changed his middle name. To Steve, it was nuts. Utterly nuts. Maybe it was a dream. That would explain a lot. Maybe he was asleep next to Peggy after a movie, her still telling him to give up the army.

The thought scared him a bit, he didn't want that. He wanted privacy and freedom, but he didn't want to go back to that. Being helpless and tiny, being plain ol' Steve. He liked being Captain America, so what if there was a catch or two? Steve let out a tiny breathe and rolled back onto his back, wincing lightly when something rectangular laid beneath him. He pulled it out quickly, the weird logo-ed square again, and tossed it to the side. He just needed a little rest and it would all be better. All the time in the ice hadn't been sleeping, so technically he hadn't had a night's sleep in seventy years. Steve thought he deserved a nice nap.

~*NewBoyNewSchoolNewTime*~

Turns out, Steve's little nap had turned into a full time rest. The sun that had been near the middle of the sky when he arrived was hidden behind the horizon playing hide and seek with the crescent moon.

"Mmgh." He grumbled out something that sounded like a groan from a zombie movie. He really didn't want to open his eyes, but his ears caught Nancy tapping her foot impatiently near by. Really near by, like by his ears. Weird. A crack of his eyes showed it wasn't that weird. Steve had rolled into some odd position with his head resting on the floor and his legs over the edge of the bed. Scattered around him were the objects he had pulled from his bag earlier and had forgotten to put back. He tried to give her a sheepish smile, but his lips were as sleepy as he was and only twisted a bit at the ends.

Nancy didn't even attempt a smile at Steve. "It's nine o' clock, Steven." Ouch, no one had called him that since he was in primary. "Your room is already a mess and you haven't bothered decorating, like I had told you to. I realize you're a teen, Steve. Don't misunderstand me. But you should do what's required first."

He frowned a little, pushing his self up and swinging his legs down. "I wanted to sleep."

"You've slept for seventy years. You've had enough sleep."

Wanting to protest Steve gave a small grunt, but pushed it no further. Instead he scooped as many items as he could up and deposited them in a drawer by the bed. He shuffled them around to look neat when he felt Nancy's eyes on his back, not wanting more of a problem. "Are we going to eat dinner?" He asked as he slid the dark brown drawer closed with a loud 'bang!'.

"Yes, yes. This will be the only time, however. I'm only here for appearances Steve. We are not a family and we will never be one. So we're not going to eat dinner together." Now, Nancy knew she was being a bit harsh. Steve had just spent seventy years on ice and obviously didn't need all of this at once. But she knew what he really needed. Steve was a solider. He needed orders and rules. Boundaries and expectations. It didn't matter if her harshness was uncalled for, it was needed. "But I'll allow it tonight."

"Alright, let's have dinner."

Notes:

*The rules were typed up and printed while Steve was being physically and mentally checked up. S.H.I.E.L.D., oddly enough, has many procedures and even one for relocation of a superhero. In this case, one from the past.

*Since they're teens, Peggy was Steve's girlfriend in Brooklyn. With her whole family being in the army, and her expected to go in as she grew up, she didn't want Steve to keep trying. She wanted him safe, because she saw him as a gentle weak boy. She knew he was strong, but not to the capability he really was. I'm not trying to downplay Peggy, I love her, but in this she's a teenage girl. She wouldn't be as rational and deep reading as she is in the original story.

*Nancy and Steve will not be buddy-buddy. Nancy is his caretaker, she knows it and he knows it. She won't be there for advice or anything of the sort. It's not her area. She's just a picture aunt.

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