Steve didn't even know why he bothered responding to Tony's text. Tony was just an erotic asshole that did whatever he wanted and never got in trouble for it. Although there was just some reason Steve could not, not be friends with him. They had a little understanding about each other. Tony's dad made weapons and Steve's grandfather knew all too well how weapons worked. His grandfather had served in WW2 and taught everything and anything that had to do with it. Steve knew the names of all the generals, the weapons that were used, the promotions and even some of the secret things that the British and American governments were working on. Steve took the bus to his apartment building where he went up to be greeted by his grandmother with a kiss on the cheek.

From what he was told was that he dad was serving in Afghanistan and was killed by a road-side bomb, Steve had been 6 when this happened. Then his mother also in the military and was one of the first women to serve on the front lines, she was killed by a plane crash somewhere in Iraq that happened at the beginning of junior year. Of course it bothered the hell out of him and would often get depressed but he was always taught that some people have it worse than you and you should be grateful for what you have, and he was. He was grateful that he had a group of best friends and that his grandparents loved him.

"Hey Gram, where's Pa?" Steve had given his grandfather the nickname when he was very young.

"Oh, he had to go to the pharmacist to get some more pills, he'll be back." She replied while stirring a pot of chili for dinner. Steve worried about his grandpa, he was 88 years old and his body was slowly shutting down. He's grandpa had been 20 when he had joined the army and his grandmother 19 when he went off. They got married and started a family as soon as he got back. His mom's parents also had a boy and 2 other girls, everyone who had something to do for the military. His uncle Walt was an Air force pilot, his Aunt Taylor was a scientist looking into some kind of serum that would help the war and finally his Aunt Anny was a Marine. Since everyone in his family had done something in the military everyone expected Steve to follow in their footsteps; which he would do. After high school he wanted to join the Army and become a general by the time he was 21 and no one had a doubt that he would do it.

"Oh ok, I'll be in my room." And he walked to his small room that he tried to make the most of. It was a light pale green with a pin board on one side of it filled with Army flier and a map of the world and a picture of him and Peggy. His room was always in order and clean with his drawers shut all the way, his bed made and his desk clean. He sat down and looked up at the picture of him and his girlfriend. She had transferred from England and was brought up almost exactly how he was. Old-timey, neat, respectful and wanting to go into the military when she got older. They had automatically hit it off as friends and slowly grew closer. Neither one of them had had a relationship before this so they were both pretty bad at it, and they made fun of themselves for that all the time.

Steve reached in his black backpack and pulled out some Calculus. He wished he was like Bruce or Tony sometimes to actually understand this a little bit. He started writing down numbers and expressions when his phone rang.

"Hello?" he politely answered.

"So I hear you're going to Tony's party Friday, might I tag along?" Peggy asked as soon as he answered. He loved her little accent, it made her that much more special.

"I was counting on it," he laughed. "Wait who told you?"

"Nat did, just ran into her on her way to the gym." The only really close friends Peggy had were Natasha, Pepper, Jane, and Darcy. She claimed the other guys weren't her friends but she did like and care about them. Peggy didn't take any boy that was stupid or just a douchebag, that's why she got Steve.

"Ok, yeah. I'll pick you up around 8:30 and we can go to Stark's party together, it's always more fun with you there any way." Steve commented.

"Fine, but let's not stay late. I want to go on an actually good date with you." He could hear her smile through the phone.

"Deal, hey I got to go I have to finish this stupid math homework," he complained.

"Right, um, ok bye love." And she hung up the phone. Steve put down the phone and tried with all his might to focus on the numbers but his mind just kept wondering on and on. He finally gave up and went and laid on his bed and looked up at the white ceiling. He sat up after a few minutes grabbed one of the books from his shelf and started to read. It was To Kill a Mockingbird, one of his favorite.

He read about you Scout a girl who was growing up in a segregated world and her struggle to try to understand it. Steve sometimes felt that way on trying to understand this generation. It was probably because he was brought up so old fashion that stuff like motion activated things or iPhones, even some computers gave him trouble. He didn't own a computer until he was a 7th grader when he had begged his grandparents and his mom to get one because it was going to help him in school. After months and months of begging he finally got his wish on getting a laptop for Christmas that year. He also could relate to this little fictional girl by the way she felt when her brother almost died, but for him someone did die.

Not only had his parents died but also one of his best friends before high school died, Bucky. Him and Bucky met in 1st grade and became like brothers since neither of them had no siblings. They both lived in the same apartment building and would often spend the night at each other's houses on school nights. But then, during 8th grade year they were on a school trip to DC and stopped in Maryland to get some food and hang out, they had the whole day to explore the small town and Bucky and Steve decided to go on a boat ride. But out of nowhere about 20 minutes out a server storm hit and the boat was broken up, Steve had tried to find Bucky but his body was lost at sea.

Everyone wondered how Steve could have so much death in his family and still be the great guy that everyone claimed that he was. He thought it could be because he had such an awesome family, or maybe because unlike a lot of people he accepted death. Yes for a few weeks he was depressed and was selfish, but then he would come to terms with God and would accept the fact that they were with Him.

Steve sat the book down and looked out the window overlooking the streets riddled with cars and people. Thinking about what he was going to do with Peggy on Friday.