It had been an ordinary day for Steve at SHIELD High. He'd woken up, gotten ready, gone to school, then gotten home. He'd talked with his Uncle Coulson- who also happened to be Vice Principle at his school- and hung out with his friends, Tony, Bruce, Natasha, Pepper, Jane, Darcy and Jane's college boyfriend, Thor, afterschool. It had been an average day.

Then Coulson informed him they'd be having a 'house guest'.

His new house mate wasn't at all what he'd been expecting. When Coulson'd told him that a boy close to Steve's own age would be living with them for the foreseeable future, Steve had pictured-he wasn't even sure. Clint Barton was not what he'd been expecting, though.

The 15 year old boy had spiky dirty blonde almost brunette hair. He had silver hoop piercings in his ears (not big ones, they were practically skin tight) and wore black, purple and gray. The boy had a frown etched on his face and wariness looked to be a permanent factor in his piercing blue eyes. There was also the matter of the black case he carried, the contents of which Steve didn't know.

Coulson hadn't told Steve much about the kid, just that he'd been bouncing around in foster care for about a year and he'd come from a seriously crappy family before that (details of said 'crappy family' were apparently off-limits) And Steve got the feeling that Clint didn't much like showing himself to people.

Steve was a nice guy; polite, caring, and a firm believer in privacy, but even he wasn't sure how well Barton would fit in with him.

"Hello. I'm Steve. Steve Rodgers." He said when he found his voice. Clint looked at him a moment before nodding and going up the stairs to his new room.

Not a very positive start.

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"Starting today I'm no longer Coulson's only kid." Steve announced rather randomly when he approached his friends during homeroom.

"Whataya mean?" Bruce asked. He didn't bother looking up from his book, just kept reading. The kid was a rather big nerd by all standards. He wore thick glasses, a button up tucked into dress pants, and he was a genius in practically every subject(especially chemistry). He also had one hell of a temper and when it got out of control you ran for your freaking life.

"Did VP Coul knock up some lady?" Tony Stark. A rather big nuisance. He had a goatee, drank too much for a kid of 16, and was- in his own words, mind you- a ' genius, playboy, billionaire, philanthropist'. He suffered from a heart problem that required a plate to be put over his heart and his dad had a tendency to ignore everything his son did in favor of Stark Industries, his company.

Tony was a nice guy, don't misunderstand that, but he tended to hide that fact behind rude comments, sarcastic comebacks and by just being plain annoying.

"As if Coulson could do something like that." Natasha piped up. "He barely even smiles, let alone going after some girl." Natasha Romanoff is originally from Russia. She moved to the states after deciding that it was a better life for her with her aunt rather than with her parents. She hid her emotions with a blank face and a smirk. Steve hasn't really figured out anything about her; she's secretive like a spy. She is a very skilled ballet dancer and has the whole school terriffied of her. She glares and they run.

He thinks her and Clint could get along.

"No. I don't mean his kid literally." Steve said sitting at his desk. "There's this teen, our age, who is living with us."

"Why? Family friend or something?" Natasha asked. She was sitting on the desk in front of Steve.

"I bet that Coulson is just getting tired of the Captain here." Tony said, bringing up their nickname for Steve. He knew going for captain of the football, soccer and baseball teams was a bad idea. He's thankfull he only made football captain.

"Please Tony. Who could get tired of a kid that does nothing but be polite?" Natasha kicked lightly at the goateed boy in the desk next to her.

"Ow!" Tony squaked, rubbing the spot. "While, I would get tired of him. I mean, he so...not like me. And because of that it means he's not awesome." Tony gave a cocky grin in response to Steves glare.

"What's this kids name?" Bruce questioned. He'd put the book down and was now watching Steve.

"Clint Barton. He's from-" Steve hesitated. It wasn't his place to talk about someone else. "He's from out of town." He recovered, lamely. Tony gave him a look that clearly said 'What am I? Stupid ?' Steve just shrugged at him with a sheepish smile.

"What's he like?" Natasha stood up from her perch and sat in the chair of the desk instead as the teacher came in.

"Uh...can't really tell you. He doesn't talk much or really come of his room. Though, from the conversations I have had with him, he's seems like a pretty reserved guy."

"While, at least it's not another Tony." Bruce said with a small smile. Tony glared at his 'science-bro', as he'd dubbed Bruce.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Stark huffed. He got a sudden smile. "Lemme guess, there's not enough room in this world for that much awesomeness?"

Natasha scoffed, "As if. More like we couldn't handle another you." She smirked. "We'd all die of annoyance within a week."

Before anyone could do more than laugh (or in Tony's case, sulk) the teacher announced class had started and they shifter their attention else where.