Title: New Boy, New School, New Time

Rated:PG-13
Pairings: Pre-Steve/Tony.
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.

Chapter 3

Dinner had gone well enough, Steve supposed. They ate micorwaved meals and had a can or two of Coca-Cola. He was taken on a small tour of the apartment and had all of the major appliances explained to him. He still didn't quite get the micorwave, but Nancy told him it was invented a few years after he went on ice. After the tour Nancy had given him three or more so warnings about boundries and his rules. She said something about punishment if he disobeyed. Punishment from S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't something he really wanted to explore. He was fine with the mystery behind the threat, really. It was bad enough catching a glimpse of the punishment rooms yesterday when he left the aircraft.

The morning was no different than his time in the army, at first. His alarm clock let out a high pitched squeal that sounded like a dying cat and he had laid his clothes out neatly on a chair by the bed. He brushed his teeth, did his hair and felt a bit giddy. He even popped his collar at the mirror before stumbling and putting it back, knowing there was no way he could go like that. Steve thought he looked pretty good in the white button down, blue sweater vest and black slacks.

But Nancy had thought differently, sending him straight back to his room while muttering something about old people. As he switched from his nice clothes into the clothes Nancy gave him, he realized Nancy wasn't even born when he was Captain America. She was old, but must have been born sometime after he went on ice. Weird how she was the one acting as the adult here when he was the elder, technically.

It had taken nearly twenty more minutes than it should have to get everything ready, including a bag check. He quickly learned that his bag needed to have the following things: Phone (Damnable thing), costume, three notebooks, and his shield. Stark Industries had taken his shield when they found him and began working on it. Since it took nearly a week to unfreeze Steve they had plenty of time. It was now collapsable, in a sense. Each ring of the shield would slide back in several sections until it was bigger or a small compact size that fit in Steve's backpack. It was a bit uncomforable against his back, because Stark Industries or not it still the same ammount of vibranium as before. They simply gave it a tune up and even thought it was collapsable, Steve found it was still pretty sturdy and that he could still toss it without it collapsing on it's own. Damn Howard, always the genius.

After the check and everything they headed off to the school, in a small dark blue BMW with god awful stickers, which was suprisingly far. Nancy said they didn't want us to be to close to the school in case Steve was attacked at home. Which didn't make all that sense to Steve. Though he shut up about it and stayed quiet the rest of the car ride there. It was as awkward as Steve feared it would always be with Nancy. She obviously wasn't a fan of his and Steve was worried she held some personal grudge against him.

~*NewBoyNewSchoolNewTime*~

It didn't really hit him just how much the world had changed until he stepped foot into MacField High School's halls. He must have looked very odd, standing there gaping at everyone. But what was his reaction supposed to be? Girls were huddled in small clusters looking at their phones (Nancy had spent two hours going over phones and how his phone works with him last night) and their outfits looked like bathing suits. Steve held back a grimace, pulling his eyes away. The style in his day had been classy. Women looked beautiful, but now they look like they belong on the centerfold of Bucky's favorite magazine. The boys weren't as bad, he supposed. Their shirts held vulgar words and their pants seemed three sizes too big and next to them was a mash of colourful boys and girls, tails hanging from their belts on jeans three sizes too tight. There were so many different styles, but Steve didn't really like any of them.

He felt like an outsider compared to everyone, dressed in just right fitting jeans and a tight plain white shirt. Nancy had dressed him and told him that this is what worked for him. Something to show off his muscles but still look decent, because that's what he was. Strong and moral. He hadn't really understood what she was saying, but decided to just go along with it. Steve was quickly learning that when Nancy told him to do something he shouldn't question it. She was a scary old woman and he silently wondered if she held any relation to Schmidt. But it wasn't a nice thing to say aloud so Steve sealed his lips tight with super glue.

"Steve!" He heard someone to call out. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a rather lanky boy with a pair of red sunglasses. "Over here, Steve!" Well he was definitely talking to him. Steve met his eyes and headed over, towering over the rest of the students. The boy's loud yell had turned quite a few eyes to him and then to Steve. They looked more than shocked from the looks of it. Did he stick out that much? It made Steve a bit self-conscious, but he quickly shook it off. He was Captain America! His peers couldn't scare him if they tried.

Sunglasses held out his hand to Steve when he finally reached him. At least greetings hadn't changed and Steve put on a small smile and shook his hand firmly. A strong army grip, his dad used to tell him. Not that Steve had a strong army grip back then. Around Sunglasses were several other kids, with outfits that didn't make him want to wince. "Hello, uh…Bill, right?" This had to be his guide, Bill Coulson. No one would know him otherwise and definitely not his first name.

'Bill''s face fell a tiny bit, but his bright smile was immediately back when Steve shook his hand with a strong grip. "It's Phil actually." He corrected with a small laugh, though Steve could see he was a bit hurt.

"I'm sorry," He rushed to apologize. "Golly, I'm terrible with names. And after everything that's happened I can barely remember my own middle name. I'm not usually like this. I'm so, so sorry Phil." Steve looked a bit like a kicked puppy, a giant kicked puppy that could flatten you with one step, but a kicked puppy all the same. He really hadn't meant to offend his first friend here, if Phil could be called that, it made him feel awful.

Phil pulled his hand away, hiding a small wince, in his rush to apologize Steve had nearly crushed his hand. It looked a bit red already and Phil really hoped it didn't bruise. "It's ok, Steve. I understand," He leaned forward and gave a small whisper. "It's a real honour to meet you, Captain." The smile on Phil's face made Steve feel a bit better. It seemed Phil actually was a fan, the first he'd met so far. All the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had been very cold and Nancy was like an evil step-mother. It was nice meeting a fan, no matter how egotistical that sounded.

"Honour to meet you too, Agent."

When he leaned back, the other kids in the group looked very curious. They hadn't spoken a word since Phil and he began talking. Steve felt a bit bad for ignoring them, but at least they didn't look angry. Just confused. Really confused. He supposed he and Phil were acting a bit strange.

"Are they?" He began to ask, jabbing a thumb at the unknown kids. He didn't want to screw up and reveal anything to normal kids. It might get them killed, so he wanted to make sure. Steve was going to elaborate, but Phil seemed to already know his question.

"No, no." He assured, waving a hand lightly. "You've been to the office already?"

Steve gave a small nod, "Yes, Nancy brought me there and they gave me my schedule." It had been a terrifying expierence. Nancy was spitting insults left and right at the office aids who didn't seem to be in a big hurry until Nancy started threatening. Then they had ran left and right, filling out forms and pulling Steve down to get his ID ready. He was glad he didn't have to go through that again, but he feared for the time when he'd have to go back to the office.

Phil grinned and pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head. "Good, now I can show you around and find you some friends. I think the kids who hang out at the football field will do you good. Some of them are on the team, but a lot aren't. So you don't have to be on the team to go there." He chattered off, obviously excited. The kids around them took this as their subtle que to leave, it seemed. They all kind of broke away and just left without a goodbye. Rude.

"Actually," He began, holding up his hands lightly to interrupt Phil's ramblings of the football team. "I'd like to make my own friends, ya know? It's probably better for me to connect with people so I can get comfortable. And you introducing me to all my friends might be a bit suspicious." It wouldn't be that suspicious, but Steve wanted to find his own friends. Plus even in Steve's time they had introduced new kids to a group of people to make friends. Phil didn't need to know that.

Phil's grin fell a bit, but he quickly rushed off on talking about something else. Having Steve pull out his schedule and map he highlighted his classroom and marked them with the period number, explaining that he'd only be there to get Steve to first period and he'd be on his own from there. Trust in S.H.I.E.L.D. to tell you one thing and have it be the other. He had been expecting Phil to show him to each class, not just to his first one and nothing else. Even though Phil had offered to introduce him to friends, he still felt a bit cheated on the whole guide thing. But he didn't want to push it, so he let Phil highlight and ramble about teachers and other things. He did his best to listen, but every now and then he would tune him out. Steve didn't mean to, but when Phil started talking about girls or being a fan of Captain America his voice automatically tuned out. It was a habit now, tuning out things about girls because of Bucky and things about himself because of his shows and fans. A reflex.

Through his rambling, Phil had managed to lead him to his first period around ten minutes early. By the time they had gotten to the door Steve already knew who Phil had a crush on, who the major 'stoners' were (Whatever those were) and who set off a stink bomb in Ms. Anderson's classroom two years ago. It was great, but Steve convinced him to get going so he could talk to the teacher. Phil's smile faltered lightly, it sure did that alot, but he left without fighting. That boy had a worse kicked puppy look than him, which was a hard thing to do. Steve had practiced that look in the mirror for ages when he was younger. Phil didn't even seemed to notice it and that alone made his insides twist uncomfortably.

After Steve watched Phil walk away completely he walked into the classroom. Nothing special, a few posters here and there (One was a war propaganda he remembered from his days), pictures of past students and obviously there were desks. What Steve didn't expect was the kids in the seats. But none of them noticed him come in, chatting with each other loudly. Feeling a bit embarrassed about staring, he turned his eyes away and walked to the teacher. She looked around the same age as Nancy, wrinkles and all, but the smile on her face as she looked at Steve was real. Heck, there was an apple sitting on the edge of her desk all neatly polished. Ms. Anderson seemed pretty nice so far.

"'Scuse me Ma'am." He said, with confidence he'd used throughout the army. "I'm new here and I was just wondering if I could get all set up so you don't have to interrupt class for it. Golly, that'd be down right mean to the other students. "

She looked a bit put off when she heard 'Golly' and 'Down right mean', but the look slid off her face when she realized Steve wasn't mocking her or anything of the sort. He offered her his winning smile and she sent her own back. "Haven't heard anyone speak like that in a long time, sonny. Where'd you learn to talk like that?"

Of course she was curious, dangit. Steve bit his lip lightly and tried to come up with something. He knew he had the foster home story, but that wouldn't really explain his slang. "Movies." He blurted out after a second and yeah, the kids in the back definitely noticed him now. He could feel them staring into his back. "I'm in...Well, I was in Foster Care," He stumbled over words, quickly loosing his army man confidence. "You know how it is. Not nice people and all. We didn't get to see other kids a lot, but we had some gosh darn good old movies. All of us kind of picked it up from there. Truth is Ma'am, I didn't know that it was weird I talked like this 'til a few days ago. But people seem to think it's spiffy."

Steve heard a snort or two behind him from the kids and Ms. Anderson immediately sent the offenders a sharp glare. "What?" One cried. It was a boy with messy black hair and an aura of confidence and obvious egotism. He didn't even look offended and simply smirked at the teacher. "He said Golly and Spiffy. That's hilarious!"

"He has a good reason for it Anthony, now you be quiet or you're kicked out of here until class starts in five minutes. In the hall." She reprimanded sternly, causing the boy 'Anthony' to whine and shut up. Thankfully going back to talking with his friends. Though they occasionally sent glances his way. Ms. Anderson turned her glare into a smile and faced him. Which was actually pretty scary now that Steve thought about it. "Don't mind Tony, he's been spoiled by his father since he was little. Thinks he can do whatever he wants," Que annoyed huff from said spoiled boy. "I'll sit you in the very back, next to Bruce."

He followed her pointed finger to a boy who looked oddly calm, sitting in his seat next to the others and looking right back at Steve. Well, he'd heard her then. "Will do, Ma'am." Steve sent her another bright smile and let it disappear when he turned away. He wasn't really looking forward to sitting next to those kids. Not that he had much of a reason not to. It was just that Tony put him off a little bit and they had heard his little 'story'. He really didn't want to sit next to them.

But he sat next to Bruce anyway, which just so happened to be in front of Tony, next to some girl on his left and in front of him was a boy with oddly long hair. They all stared at him as he sat down, towering over nearly all of them. He was a tiny bit taller than the long haired boy, but not by much. They continued to stare and they looked like they were analyzing him. It was scary to say the least.

"You lied." The girl said, too quiet for Ms. Anderson to hear. "I can tell. That's not why you speak like that. You've never been in Foster Care." She narrowed her eyes at him, roaming them up and down Steve's body. He stiffened in his seat and began biting his lip again. Now he really didn't want to sit next to these people.

He released his lip quickly. "I don't know what you're talking about. I've been in Foster Care since my parents died and I don't care if you think different. I know what I know." Probably not the best way to approach it, but he couldn't exactly go on spouting the truth about being a superhero because of one little slip up.

Her eyes narrowed even more, but her lips turned up into a small smile (Or smirk). She leaned closer to him. "I like you, Confident boy. I'm Natasha and you already know Tony. Guy in front of you is Thor, yeah it's his real name." Steve's lips twitched in a silent laugh before letting her continue. "You know Bruce next to you. That's pretty much all of us, but our last friend doesn't have this period with us because he failed a class last year." At least she wasn't rambling like Phil, but she sure did talk fast.

Steve nodded here and there while slowly getting comfortable in his seat. Tony behind him however didn't seem to comfortable. "Oh come on, Natasha." He growled out. "Don't act like you're bringing him into our circle or something, it's exclusive. Plus, now that he's here I have an even harder time seeing the board! First god boy and now Mr. 50's." He complained and it made Steve think of a baby crying for attention. Annoying and grating on your ears, but kind of adorable beneath it all because they couldn't really communicate their feelings. Yeah, this Tony was definitely like a baby.

So if he'd act like one, Steve would treat him like one. Turning around slightly Steve brought his gaze to Tony's. "I didn't think either of us were talking to you, Mr. Anthony. Plus, it's Mr.40's not Mr. 50's. If you can't see, move. Don't whine like a little baby who has diaper rash and feels the need to annoy everyone else 'cause he's uncomfortable or angry. Man up, brat."

The look on Tony's face was a cross between offended and surprised. Steve could see heat rise beneath Tony's tan skin and his lips curl into a beautiful scowl. Just like a baby would. Tony didn't have a smartass comment to make, so he gave a few kicks to Steve's chair before sinking into his own. It made Steve want to pinch his cheeks and that made Steve feel really old. He wanted to pinch a kid's cheeks? Woah. Well, at least Steve knew he had entertainment so close.

'Yeah', he thought as the bell rang, 'this isn't too bad.'

So we finally meet the cast! And Tony of course. I knew this would be an important-ish chapter and probably a bit long, but I never expected 3,400+ words. I mean, I didn't check at all since I saw about 1,500 words and when I saw 3,374 I nearly screamed.

Well, just some notes so you don't all flip out on me.

+Yes, Phil has sunglasses. He's trying to go for the 'Secret Agent' motif. The rims are hot rod red, but the lenses are normal black. Just so you don't get confused.

+The kids Phil was hanging out with were other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, which is kind of misleading because Phil implied they weren't. What he really meant was that they weren't aware of his situation. Phil is a bit higher up on the scale than the other station agents. His father was in S.H.I.E.L.D. and he'd been told stuff since he was little. A big reason Captain America is his hero, his Dad was an agent around Steve's time so he had plenty of stories.

+I know some things are a bit off, but I admit I did some half-assed research. Micorwaves weren't invented until after WW2 according to my sources, so it's unlikely Steve's ever seen or used one. Because even if they were created around Steve's time, he wouldn't have access to something like that and when he could have access to it he would have been out fighting Hydra. I also know my slang for him is all over the place and I'm sorry for that. But I'm no expert on 40's, or even 30's, slang so I just went with some old sounding things.

+Tony doesn't have a come back at the end because he just doesn't. Steve's shocked him and the normal Tony would have something to snap right back. But this is teenage Tony and not the one in MIT. This one is in a normal highschool where normal comebacks are used often. As he gets older and friendlier with Steve his comebacks will develop more so he and Steve go back and forth.

+Nancy is a scary lady.

Please tell me if you're confused on anything or if I made some obvious mistake.

Reviews, comments and questions make my belly fill with butterflies!

-UnderconstructionAvenger