When Steve walked into school the next morning, he felt utterly dazed. He was still reeling over his date type thing with Tony the night before. However, he didn't let it show as he strolled into chemistry. He swallowed his excitement, and for the first time in a long time, silently found his seat. In anticipation, he glanced around the room in search of Tony. For a brief moment, it seemed that the billionaire was absent. Then, as hope was almost lost, the brunet stalked in. He didn't have any of his supplies, and he was acting extra jerky. He seemed to be acting like he owned the whole world. The billionaire plopped down in the only empty desk and completely turned away from Steve. The blonde wanted to pick a fight, though.
He began poking Tony on the shoulder. The brunet's eyebrow twitched. Steve smirked and poked harder. After about a minutes, the billionaire snapped.
"Stop It you idiot!" He yelled, looking successfully pissed. Everyone in the room turned to look at the pair. This didn't bother the blonde.
"What, am I bothering you?" He asked, smirking. Tony frowned deeply, anger still evident in his eyes.
"Yes, you're bothering me. You always bother me. I don't know what makes you think you have the right to talk to me. I'm TONY STARK. Your only STEVE whatever." The brunet ranted, he was so aggravated that his words ran together. Steve froze. Normally he would have yelled back, or swore at the other. But for some reason he suddenly didn't feel like it. All he wanted to do was get away. Away from all the people who didn't know his name, away from the jerk who lead him on, away from..just EVERYTHING.
He'd finally escaped his hell house. Finally. But he would never be able to escape the memories. He knew he'd always be invisible, he'd never be wanted. He tried to so hard to get attention. He misbehaved in front of teachers and officials. He picked fights with Tony. He ticked off Tony's friends, none of it worked. Unintentionally, Steve's eyebrow began to twitch.
The class had begun talking again and the argument was old news.
"S-Steve..?" The billionaire whispered. He ducked his head and made sure nobody could see him. The blonde was just tired. He had no point in life, he just wanted to escape. Nobody loved him, nobody ever would. He'd always be invisible. Nobody cared! It was plain and simple.
The blonde began tugging at his hair.
"Steve." Tony stated, trying to get the teen's attention.
The blonde began to bite his lip. He hardly tasted the blood.
"Steve!" Tony finally yelled. The whole room dropped silent again.
"What?" The blonde asked, exasperated. He finally looked at Tony. Despair was evident in his eyes.
"You know I gotta go." Steve mumbled.
"What was that Mr. Rogers?" The teacher asked, in a teacherly correcting voice.
"I gotta go." The blonde stated, loudly this time. Then he heaved his bag over his shoulder and fled the classroom. For almost the whole day, he hid in the janitor's closet. He thought about almost everything. He slept. He waited for periods to go by. Though by the time lunch rolled around, he was hungry as fuck. Carelessly ditching his bag in the closet, he jumped up and started for the cafeteria. On approach, the room looked overly crowed. So, as soon as he got his lunch, he went directly over to his empty table. He actually smiled once he sat down. He was content alone. Who needed friends. Who needed love. Who needed support. Not him, that's for sure. He truly believed he'd convinced himself.
That's when Tony's group of lackeys had approached his table. They all had devilish looks on their faces. Steve glanced at them curiously. "What do you want?" He asked. They all just started cracking up. Steve wasn't annoyed at first, but after they wouldn't shut up he got slightly irritated.
"What?" The blonde snapped. One of the guys caught his breath long enough to formulate a sentence...or rather a word.
"Faggot!" He yelled. While Steve was in shock, his head was shoved directly into his lunch.
One of the other guys was pissed, he yelled "Stay away from Stark you faggot."
Then after another punch to the back of Steve's head, they stalked away. The blonde knew the whole cafeteria was watching him. He lifted his head up and wiped everything off his face with a napkin. Weary, he contemplated leaving. That's when a girl slowly stood up from her table. She walked over to Steve, smiling.
"Hi there, I'm Natasha. I can't help but overhear that people think your gay." She rambled. Finally, she realized why she'd gone over there.
"May I sit?" Steve simply nodded, still cautious. After the rest of her group followed, the lunch room went back to normal. Nobody was looking at Steve any more.
"So, lemme review, Thor, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, and...Loki?" Steve mumbled. They all nodded. Loki however seemed distant. He was looking off at the wall and seemingly talking to himself.
"No offense, but why do you guys want to hang out with me?" The blonde asked bluntly.
"It's simple. Outcasts stick together." The red-head replied.
"Then how are we outcasts?" Steve retorted.
Apparently they all thought that was the most funny joke in the world, for they began to crack up. Steve was conflicted. He felt a lot less alone, but at the same time, he was beginning to realize why he'd been a loner all along. Some deep part of him despised people. Probably because of the way his uncle had always acted. All Steve saw anymore was darkness. He tried to be happy. At times he was temporarily cheery, but then something would happen to make him realize the world was utterly...bad. Either way he'd decided to try to accept these people. Maybe Steve didn't have to be called the loser any longer. Maybe people would actually care about him. He shook his head trying to rid himself of those thoughts.
As he zoned out, time passed like molasses. But eventually, the bell rang. He escaped the cafeteria and found his closet again. As he'd suspected, his bag was untouched. He slung the bag over one shoulder. Hesitantly, he left the closet. However, he didn't dare go to his next period. That was another class with Mr. Big Shot. He walked right out the front doors. Steve realized they'd probably catch him, for there were cameras everywhere. But once again, he didn't care. His boots scuffed the blacktop as he approached his car. Pulling open the door, he slid in. A slight metallic smell hung in the air. He'd gotten comfortable then turned the car on.
He looked up and checked the area, nobody was around. Slowly he pulled out of the school parking lot. As he got on the highway, there were many cars all about. It was of course just around 1. People were all leaving lunch, or trying to get back to their jobs. Suddenly, Steve's phone went off. Confused, he creased his brow in thought. He reached for his bag and dug around a bit for his phone, still trying to keep an eye on the road. But he just couldn't seem to find his freaking phone. And it kept ringing over and over. Whoever was calling him wouldn't let up.
The instant he glanced back at the road, he was flung forward violently.
Then all was black.
Steve awoke in the same place he'd crashed, his car. Although there was a frighteningly large airbag forcing his head back at an uncomfortable angle. He bluntly pushed the object out of the way and crawled out of the car. He landed on the street on all fours. For a moment, Steve simply caught his breath.
When he looked up, there was an officer glaring down at him.
"What happened?" Steve questioned, forcing himself up onto two legs.
"You crashed into a pole." The police officer reported, looking highly disappointed. Steve's brain raced to process this piece of information.
"What? Did I hurt anyone?" Was the blonde's next question. The officer shook his head and looked down at the ground. Next thing Steve knew, he was filling out some kind of legal paperwork at a police station. He'd been told his car was towed. Though luckily he was able to get out his belongings first.
Steve left the station with nothing more than a ticket, and his driver's license was stripped for 2 months.
Beings he was a new driver, he'd gotten it rougher. Also he'd let it slip that he was looking for his phone while driving, which was illegal.
The blonde walked to his apartment. It was only a FEW miles to get there. Once he'd made it to the door, he sighed and bent over his bag to dig for his keys. He pushed the key into the lock and turned. As he pushed the door open, the staleness of the apartment hit him hard. Though, he let out a sigh of relief. It had been a long day and he was finally home. Though it was only 5pm, Steve was exhausted. He shoved the door shut behind him and locked it. He approached his bed and smiled. Next thing you knew, he was lying face first in his pillows and blankets. Only then did a thought pop into his mind.
How was he going to get to his job without a car?
He pondered it for a moment, but then decided he'd figure it out in the morning. In a matter of minutes, he was asleep.
Steve woke up at 2:23am. It was pitch black outside and pouring loudly. He'd always loved rain though. The blonde smiled lazily and heaved himself out of bed. He pulled on some sweats and began to walk to the kitchen. His bare feet made noise on the tile floor. Once he'd arrived, he rummaged the fridge. However, nothing looked amazingly appealing. After a bit of lounging and watching TV, Steve finally thought of something.
Who was that person who was calling him In the middle of the school day?
He stumbled over to his backpack and grabbed his phone. Scrolling through the messages, the blonde was stunned. There were about 10 missed calls from his uncle. And more voicemails then one could count.
A/N: There ya go. BTW, More reviews= quicker update. But meh it's up to you. Hope you enjoyed that plot-packed chapter. The next one is going to be fuuuun.
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