Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers, all characters and likeness belong to Marvel and Stan Lee, I also do not own any songs used or mentioned.

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse and neglect, coarse language, sexual situations, homosexuality and homophobia. School-yard bullying ranging from verbal to physical, mentions of suicide and/or suicidal thoughts, mentions of alcohol abuse, and relations between a teacher and student. Also contains inappropriate jokes, not to be taken seriously, mentions of character death, attempted rape, and drug use.

A/N: Okay, So first this is just for fun, I'm having a lot of fun writing it, and I'm really happy with how it's turning out. I haven't posted anything on this site for… Oh geez, like 10 years, I'm out of practice, so it may seem a bit choppy, but I hope you enjoy it, if you don't; well no hard feelings ^ ^ there's a lot of OOC-ness so you got to just go with it for a while here.

This takes place in high school so they all haven't come into their own just yet. First chapter is a bit short, the others will be a tad longer, just to give you guy's a head's up; I'm what my writer's craft teacher called, a descriptive writer, so if the dialogue doesn't kick in for a while, my apologies.

Chapter 1: Just Like Glass.

There was a quote he read once, it went something like "Life is like a movie, if you got to the middle of it, and it's sucked so far, than it's probably not going to get any better, none would blame you for walking out early".

He didn't remember where he'd read it, on the internet somewhere most likely, but it was the thought of it that was rolling around inside his head as he made his way into the cemetery.

The short, slightly heavy teen found his way to a quiet grave, no other soul in sight save for the caretaker off in the distance plowing the walkways. The grave he came too was out of the way, covered in snow from last night's storm, and oddly looking sad and lonely.

The man buried there had no family to come pay their respects, and his co-workers were not close enough to him to warrant a visit beyond the initial burial, only the teen ever came to visit the lonely grave, dutifully placing a beautiful bouquet arrangement of white chrysanthemums, hydrangeas, and yellow roses, the traditional offering to the dead, gratitude, and deep friendship.

Pushing his overly large and thick framed glasses up his nose, and pulling his coat tighter to his body to stave off the chill of the crisp January air, the teen cleared his throat and after a moment of respectful silence began to speak.

"Hey Jarvis, it's me; Tony. So I start second semester tomorrow, first term was, well it wasn't pleasant. Selfishly, I wish you were here just so I could have someone to talk to about it, but then that's kind of silly because I can easily come here and talk to you."

Tony sighed softly, "truth is Jarvis, I hate high school, I thought it would be different you know? People from different schools, people that wouldn't know me, I honestly believed I could make friends this time around."

Tony shuffled his foot against the ground, kicking up the powdery substance, "they hate me, I can't help that I'm smarter than the majority of them, hell I'm more intelligent than the teachers, I get carried away sometimes I can't help but correct them!"

Uncaring about the snow, or the cold walk home waiting for him, he sat down on the ground in front of the grave belonging to Jarvis, "you should hear what they call me; round pound, Tony the nark, Okay one time I may have mentioned to a teacher what those guys were planning on doing to the founder's statue! It's awful Jarvis, they write messages on my locker, and they steal my bag when I'm not looking, they sabotage my experiments, and the list just goes on."

Another soft sigh, "Truthfully Jarvis, I wish you were because I miss you. Howard's drinking is getting worse, he's the epitome of losing himself at the bottom of a bottle, I haven't seen Maria since Christmas and that was only for the dinner party Howard threw for Stark Industries. Sometimes I think she forgets that I exist, Howard only remembers when he needs a punching bag, he broke my wrist last month, I get the cast off in to two more weeks, I told the hospital it happened working on a project for shop class."

A sniffle from the cold air, and a brief lull in the one-sided conversation, "I never told you did I, you should see Steve now, you remember me telling you about him? I think I've carried a torch for that guy since 7th grade! He used to be this short skinny kid, a good breeze could knock him over, but he's really growing into himself though. He must have grown at least half a foot, and he's starting to buff up! How did that even happen? How does a person go from a 60 pound asthmatic to a 150 pound football player in one summer? Someone should make a poster with him in it, 'puberty… Done right'" a small chuckle.

"God, I miss you so much Jarvis, things were so much better when you were still here, you of all people shouldn't have gone out like that, and you were a great man Jarvis, you still are. Anyway, I should leave now, I'll come back same time next week, take care Jarvis."

Tony stood, and began the long, cold walk home; it took a little over an hour for him to reach the massive house that the Stark's lived in, opening the front door and being greeted by the new family butler.

Tony didn't like him all that much; sure the guy did his job well, catered to the needs of the house hold and was incredibly efficient in doing so, but the man was never going to be Jarvis, and was never going to replace him.

Tony headed to the kitchen in search of hot chocolate to warm him from his walk in the snow, he'd just set the kettle to boil when his father walked into the room, "eating again? You should learn when to put the fork down Anthony."

Tony sighed softly, keeping his casted arm tucked carefully to his side, learning long ago that Howard would automatically go for a pre-existing weak spot.

"I'm not eating, just getting some hot chocolate." He muttered quietly in reply, Howard snorted, "yep chocolate and sugar that's exactly what you need, maybe for your birthday this year I'll get you liposuction, get rid of that midsection of yours, maybe then someone will actually look twice at you."

The words were harsh, and Tony shouldn't have been used to them, but he was, barely 2 in the afternoon and Howard was already into the cognac, the words were especially cruel today as the last time Tony had gotten a birthday present from his parents was when he was six, before Howard took to frustration drinking and then drunkenly taking those frustrations out on a vulnerable Tony.

Tony remained silent, knowing that was the best way to deal with his father when the man was looking for a fight, true enough after a few minutes of tense silence, Howard scoffed and left the kitchen, heading back to his study.

Tony stared down at his mug, the undissolved powder sitting in the bottom of the ceramic and decided he wasn't in the mood for hot chocolate anymore, instead he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and headed up to his room to continue working on the project he started a month after Jarvis passed away.

"Oh!" the surprised voice stopped Tony as he stood on the landing at the top of the stairs, his mother Maria was standing at the entrance to the upstairs parlor-like room, where she spent most of her time entertaining friends or drinking glass after glass of wine.

Tony stared at his mother, frowning as she looked at him like she'd never seen him before. She was once a beautiful woman and still was, but she began to lack luster after her marriage began falling apart.

Howard had always wanted more than one child, wanted a few heirs to his empire to follow the expansion plans he had for Stark Industries, except Maria had never been able to conceive after Tony.

The doctors said it was her age, close to 34 when she had Tony, Howard said it was her bad genes, but every pregnancy after Tony just didn't pan out, they stopped trying and Howard blamed Maria, started treating her like a stranger and not like the woman he married.

Maria took to prescription medication to cope with her depression over the matter, and when she wasn't with friends she was often high off the meds and asleep, or drunk like her husband, taking her favor in wine instead of liquor.

"Good afternoon" Tony greeted, raising a curious brow at the surprised look on his mother's face, "hello?" she responded questioningly, Tony sighed at the glazed look in her eyes, and the flush to her cheeks.

"You shouldn't mix those meds with alcohol" he advised taking a step forward in preparation of heading to his room, "there's a reason they come with those warning labels" he continued, inwardly flinching at the still stunned look she gave him.

"I'm sorry dear; I think I'm hallucinating, who are you?" Tony gaped openly at his mother, "for real? Go to sleep Maria, you're high" Tony turned and headed to his room ignoring the soft gasp behind him.

This was his life, parents' neglectful alcoholics, bullied at school and the one person who understood him better than anyone else, dead from a brain aneurism. Tony heaved another sigh sitting down at his desk and picking up on the project where he'd left off, if he could pull this off, maybe he'd get the first glimmer of approval from his parents, and maybe he wouldn't be so lonely.

A/N: So there's the first chapter, told you it'd be a little on the short side, I'll try to update at least once a week, but reality will come calling and I'll have to answer that call T.T but hey, here's hoping you liked it.