Steve jogged towards the front desk, joyfully finding the action easier ever since his improvement. After Steve had received the serum, Shield high school reached out to him. He was eligible for so much more, than to just pick fights in the alleys of Brooklyn.

He had declined at first, how could he leave his best friend, Bucky Barnes? Sadly, in a change of unfortunate events, Bucky went missing. Steve had stayed up countless nights, a cup of coffee his only companion as his eyes never left the phone. Maybe it would ring. Maybe he would get to hear the voice of his only family left...

Shaking his head of blonde hair, his mind made its way back from memory lane. "Steve Rogers, new this year. May I please have my schedule?" He asked, looking down at the assistant principal. Ms. Hill looked up from her computer, sighing. "Of course, I just had Principal Fury sign it," she said, handing it over the counter.

He glanced down at his schedule, eyes lighting up in excitement.

Steve's POV

I practically ran to my first class, history. The blaring of the late bell filled my ears, as my sneakers squeaked across the shining floors. Hitching up my backpack as soon as I reached the beige door, my free hand pushed it open. "Sorry I'm late," I confessed, trying to ignore the murmurs that broke out from the girls. I wasn't used to this reaction, not before I changed.

"You must be Rogers," he simply commented, looking me up and down. "You will call me Mr. Phillips or Sir. No in betweens. Mr. Rogers, I will not tolerate tardiness, understood?" He barked at me, causing a few students to snicker. "Yes, sir," I stuttered out, looking around the room for a seat. "All the way in the back Rogers, next to Ms. Carter,"

I quietly trudged to the back of the classroom, spotting the only seat available next to a beautiful brunette. As much as I tried not to stare, her chocolate brown eyes raised a questioning eyebrow at me. "You're not going to just stand there, are you?" She said with an English accent, her words rolling off her tongue. "Uh... No," I said, smiling at her boldness. I got out my binder, then held out my hand to shake. "Steve Rogers, superhero initiative," I announced, taking her delicate hand in mine. She gave me a firm handshake, grinning with perfect white teeth. "Peggy Carter, field division,"

I finally tore my eyes away from her, and tried to focus on what Mr. Phillips was saying. "You better take notes, the General checks for them later," Peggy whispered to me. I let out a small chuckle, "I'm sorry... The general?" I laughed, jotting down the date. "I keep forgetting you've never been here before. Tony Stark came up with it. He's a real big shot at the school, the richest, most popular, and probably one of the smartest kids at school," she explained, rolling her eyes. "Don't get me wrong, he can be an arrogant bastard, but he's alright,"

I nodded, absorbing the information. He looks like he could be a good addition for a super hero team. If I'm lucky, he would join almost immediately. The probable scenario; every kid in school wants to get him too.

"Alright kids. This semester we're going to focus on what I think the most important event in history," the general lectured, "let's begin on World War Two..."

*****

The lunch room reminded me of a swarm of bees, all the students constantly moving, with a constant chatter. "Hello I'm Phil Coulson, personal assistant for Principal Fury," the short blue eyed teenager smiled. "I'm here to welcome you,"

I gave him a grin, "I'm-"

"Steve Rogers, I know who you are. Being the personal assistant as I said before, means that I've read your file," Phil interrupted. I sucked in a breath at the mention of my past, but pushed it away. "Okay, well..." I trailed off, the meeting getting slightly awkward. "See you later," he finished, before running off to who knows where. Shaking my head, I quickly grabbed some lunch, before once again wandering the cafeteria. Glancing around for a seat, I felt my towering body hit a much smaller entity.

"Hey watch it!" The fiery little redhead hissed, before doing a double take. "So you're the famous Rogers?" She asked, crossing her arms in amusement. "Famous?" I asked, clearly not understanding why. "You obviously don't know the way things are around here..." She scoffed, before giving me a red lipped smile. "Not everyone just gets into the superhero program, only a select few even get considered. You're a big deal around here," she explained, raising an eyebrow.

I formally introduced myself, "good to know. I'm Steve Rogers, you are?" She held out a hand, "Natasha Romanoff," she answered, before smirking, "superhero initiative,"

I raised my eyebrows, "impressive,"

A boy with sandy hair strutted next to Natasha, giving her a friendly nudge. "'Sup Nat? This guy bothering you?" He asked, sizing me up. "Shut up Clint, this is Steve Rogers," she muttered, rolling her eyes. "Meet Clint Barton, my bird brained best friend," she joked, as Clint gave me a clap on the back. "Welcome to the party. I love a great addition to our superhero gang," he said, his mouth in a thin smile.

"I guess I'll go find a seat now..." I trailed off, before Natasha rolled her eyes. "Ugh, shut up and just come sit with the us," she smiled, walking away. "You'll get to meet Tony stark," he enticed me, following Nat. I bit my lip, before finally taking a seat at the gray plastic table. A kid with pepper colored hair smiled at me, while another long blonde haired teen chomped down on his food. Nat and Clint chuckled when Tony stark noticed my presence. He flashed a dazzling smile before smirking.

"So this is the new kid," he commented.