Chapter 1: First Day
1st Person Pov: Katherine Málmur
Lots of things had changed over the summer. Ever since the attack on New York, everything had changed. The people at the orphanage turned prostitute training center were a lot more careful and desperate to get me and my sister under their control. However, I wasn't about to let that happen, and luckily for me no one will get them tranquilizers. Not that they would work. I'm a mutant you see, and I can change my entire body into anything that I've absorbed.
Of course no one knows that because nobody pays attention to nerdy foster kid Katherine Málmur.
I have my schedule in hand as I enter homeroom. I see the same old faces except for one new boy. Damn he was some eye candy. He was tall probably easily over six feet tall and he had muscles. They would look too big for his body if he was any smaller. He had nice shiny blonde hair and surprisingly pale skin. He was hunched over a sketch book of all things.
I sat in a seat closer to the back so I wouldn't have to deal with idiocy. However I was interested by the new student. It wasn't every day that a new student came to school especially if they are such amazingly good-looking as this one was.
I then saw Stacey, queen of the sluts come in.
'Another on bites the dust.' I think bitterly.
She immediately saunters over to the boy who seems extremely focused on his drawing. Stacey was angry at being ignored and I had to hide my joy behind a cough. She saunters off from him and she sits down in a huff.
Our teacher comes in. I can't remember his name because he was just too boring. He looked bored with everyone and glared at the more talkative people. Obviously he knew who we were, besides the blonde hunk.
"Mr. Rodgers you are new to the school, correct?"
"Well everyone else here have been students for a while. Please introduce yourself." The boy stood up and goes around the tables awkwardly. Once he is in front of the class he says.
"Hello, my name is Steven Rodgers. It's nice to meet all of you." The teacher, who I swear is the non-magical version of Snape, tells him to sit down.
He does as his ears redden from the lustful stares of some of the other girls. I keep my stare hidden behind the glare of my glasses. This continues for about five more minutes before the bell rings and I go off to my art class. However I'm stopped by Professor Snape.
"Miss Málmur, Mr. Rodgers is in your Art class. Could you please be his escort for the day?"
"O-of course," I stutter out surprised that I get the chance to talk to handsome over there. He hands me a note to excuse tardies. "This way, Mr. Verespecs room is right down the hall."
He followed behind me and I finally got to see him, and dang his chest was even broader up close. He didn't wear any tight clothes and he seemed very awkward around me.
"Um your name is…?" I almost stop which would have gotten me trampled by all of the kids in the hallway.
"Oh, sorry, my name is Katherine, you can call me Kate or Katie."
"Oh, well Katie, you can call me Steve. That's usually what people call me."
"It's nice to meet you Steve. So you new to New York?"
"More like reintroduced." He probably moved away as a little kid and just got back.
"Oh, so how are you liking it?"
"It's a lot dirtier and louder than I remember." I almost smirk. Poor country boy.
"Yeah well that's what happens when you grow up. You lose those rose colored glasses."
"Yeah, I guess."
"Anyways, why did you come here again?"
"Um, I was adopted by my mom's friend after she died, and she moved to New York."
"Oh cool. Well I've been here my whole life."
"Where do you live?"
"Not a place you want to be at night. I don't exactly live in a nice part of town, but hey life of a foster kid."
"Yep, I remember."
"So where did you live after your mom died?"
"We lived in a small town out in the middle of nowhere. Then I was forced to a city because the town didn't have an orphanage."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm a lucky one. I'm still with my little sister." There are more people congesting the hall that we have to push past.
"Oh, that's cool. I had an 'older brother'" he makes air quotes. "But he went and got KIA in Afghanistan a year back."
"Oh, I'm sorry. So what's your favorite holiday?"
"Um, Fourth of July because it's my birthday."
"You're an independence baby! I shall call you Liberty Boy the trusty side kick of Captain America, and I just said that out loud. Damnit I should have just called the homeroom teacher Professor Snape, it would have saved me from humiliation." He seems to smile at what I said even though I am trying to hide my bright red blush behind my hair.
"Why Liberty Boy?"
"You kind of look like Captain America from the old Star-Spangled-Man-with-a-Plan videos." He seems to wince.
"Those are so bad I feel sorry for the guy."
"Yeah, but they are bonna fide history. But I do feel sorry for him especially when everyone started laughing at the video."
Just then we got into the classroom and I was practically hugged by the teacher. He is hilarious, kind of tall and bumbling, but he plays the best music in his class. He even changes it by the type of drawing we were doing. I remember when we were doing these things called 'gesture drawings' he played really fast paced heavy metal, I think the band was called Mastodon. Of course this is my first class with him but they had like an art club thing after school last year.
"Katie Málmur finally a student in my classroom, and who is this? I didn't know you have a boyfriend." I blush bright red.
"That's because I don't. He's a new student and my homeroom teacher forced me to help him around."
"Oh, well it's nice to meet you…"
"Steven Rodgers, sir." He says and shakes the teacher's hand. He seems so far to be ridiculously polite.
"May I see your portfolio?" Steve seems to realize something and he makes his way so he isn't blocking the door and fishes out a small portfolio. He hands it to the teacher who takes it before taking out the pictures and looking through them.
He seems impressed, which is, while not the hardest to do with Mr. Verespecs, was still an accomplishment.
"Are they alright?" Steve asks nervously as he rubs sweaty palms on his jeans.
"They are more than alright Mr. Rodg- Steven. In fact this is the best art I've seen coming from a boy in years. You have talent." Steve smiles sheepishly and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Well Katie you are right there in the back and Steve you're too her right." He points to our seats and we go and sit down putting our bags down.
The class begins and goes along like any other, and before I know it Steve and I are in almost every class together. Then my one day with the hunk is over. I doubt I'll be this lucky tomorrow.
1st Person Pov: Steven Rodgers
I liked Katie. She was more like the girls of my time, maybe a bit rougher around the edges but hey it's not like I knew many girls back then anyways. She reminded me of Peggy, well if Peggy wasn't as proper and elegant.
She was a really great artist, one of the best that he had seen. Definitely better than the more interesting of Picasso's works, but then again I had always liked realism. Maybe because I always drew the hardships of the depression when I was a kid and I just got so good at it, or maybe because I'm not creative enough to do more abstract pictures.
She was also funny. I had never had someone blurt out something like that, and it made me chuckle internally. 'Oh if only she knew,' I thought. She was also probably the only girl who tried to hide her lustful looks. She was also the only one that had any sort of self-restraint.
She was also one of the shortest girls he had ever seen. She was probably shorter than me when I was a 90 pound asthmatic. However she was cute and kind of bubbly. I wonder where her friends were because someone as nice and funny as her deserved to have friends.
I enter the lobby and wave to Happy. He waves back and I go up the elevator and end up in the communal living room thing.
Tony is there eating some type of takeout and I roll my eyes.
"So Capsicle how was your first day at school?"
"Good, I can say with confidence that I like my art teacher.
"Well cool, so make any new friends?"
"Um, not really."
"Please tell me you made at least one friend."
"And what Stark?"
"Who are they?"
"Her name is Katherine Málmur."
"Hm, interesting name. How'd you meet her?"
"She was in my homeroom and the teacher told me to show me around. It turns out we have a lot of classes in common."
"Oh, so how was dealing with the fangirls?"
"They just stared to day. I feel like tomorrow is going to be worse."
"Ah, so your friend did she give you any appreciative looks?"
"Yes, but she managed to at least have some self-control and self-respect."
"Well any woman who can keep their eyes and hormones under control is at least a keeper for a friend if not a girlfriend."
"Really Stark? You're already trying to set me up? I'm only 17."
"Yeah and you're a virgin, it's weird."
"I seriously don't think it's that weird."
"It's really weird."
"No, I'm just not acting like you so it must be weird. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one with my 'disease' as you are probably calling it in your head."
"How do you know what I'm thinking?"
"I can tell, I'm not stupid."
"I never said that you're stupid. So how much homework you got?"
"Not much, but it's the first day of school, and its junior year. I won't be like that for long."
"Alright, well you better make some friends otherwise Pepper will have an aneurysm from worry."
I go down to my room and start on the minuscule amount of homework I have.
3rd Person Pov
Tony Stark was extremely careful around people. He was also careful around people that associated with people he felt protective over. So when he hears about new people associating with them he immediately looks them up. Steve, who while older, was still technically a kid and he was in charge of said kid. So he immediately looked up this Katherine Málmur, and found a past so tragic and messed up he was surprised she wasn't in a mental hospital.
He knew immediately that these two needed to bond because they lived through similar things and needed someone who understood them.