This is a new story in the works. It's a crossover, but not a TRUE crossover. It only contains one character; and he's from the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Please Enjoy!

She knew that this child was going to be different. Something from the start said it would be, it was like a gut feeling, well more along the lines of 'instinct'. The child she had cradled in her arms was beautiful; beyond words could describe the emotions that were swirling around inside her. He was a miracle, a blessing, a godsend. Her husband was right there beside her. From the beginning he was there, always there, he was even spewing nonsense like: "I bet it's gonna be a boy this time! WATCH!" Of course being a pregnant woman and giving birth at the time, she screamed and hollered at the man, saying: "SHUT THE HELL UP, JOHN!" Or, "YOU DID THIS TO ME!" Or better yet, " IF I MAKE IT OUT OF THIS… SO HELP ME MOUNTY… I WILL KILL YOU!" He paled when he heard that. But once the screaming, the pushing, the blood and fluid were over, the doctors clinically wiped the baby down. Then wrapped it up in a blue blanket and handed it over to the mother of four. Well now five!

"Congratulations, Mrs. Arc. It's a healthy baby boy." The nurse quietly announced. The mother beamed like the sun, while the husband shed a manly tear. One single manly tear that is. The baby was silent, deadly silent. The father got onto his knees and thanked whatever god that was out there for this child. He stood up, bent down beside his loving wife and whispered tenderly to her,

"He's got your face," he stated, she hummed in response. The woman noticed that the boy's eyes were opened. Exposing to the world two shades of baby blues, a shade that was associated with one family, a family that had a long lineage of heros. She smiled and turned to her husband,

"He has your eyes, hon. He has an Arc's eyes." The husband looked deep into the pools that almost consumed him. They were adorable, pretty, and shined with something that he couldn't comprehend. He snorted a little bit,

"He's an Arc alright!" he exclaimed rather quietly. They laughed at the ball of joy in front of them, the child looked at them and blinked like an owl. Not knowing anything besides the fact that these two people were suppose to be his parents.

"What should we name him?" asked the mother. This was the moment of truth, the big reveal, the piece de resistance, he needed something good, something strong, handsome, sexy, and memorable. He cupped his chin and thought for a good minute. He snapped,

"How bout… Jaune?" He waited for the name to sink in. "Jaune Arc...it's short, and sweet, and rolls off the tongue." he explained. The baby made a cho..sound at that exact moment. They turned towards him, he smiled.

"He likes it. He really likes it." The mother said, she smiled at the child and poked his button nose softly.

"Ok then...We'll name him...Jaune. Jaune Arc." The verdict was announced. It was set in stone. The father wiggled a finger in the baby's face, and started making 'coo chi coo' noises. The baby laughed for the first time,

"He's got his father humor and hair!" he laughed, the wife rolled her eyes and smiled.

"Welcome to the world Jaune." she whispered.

"You're going to do great things my son." said the Father.

6 Years Later

The Arc library was a vast and expansive source of knowledge in the small village where Jaune grew up. They were basically the most well known Huntsmen family throughout that part of Remnant. The village wasn't so rowdy, more calm and peaceful than the bustling streets of Vale and less cruel as Signal.

In the depths of the library was Jaune. His nose between the pages of a big book. A book that was clearly too advanced for him to read, but he liked the pictures so why not? On one of the pages there was a man adorned in military armor, his suit had a strange assortment of red, white and blues.

His weapon of choice was merely a shield that matched his armor. There was a star in the middle of it and rings with reds and whites, there were also splotches of blood on his face and shield, and the people bellow him looked defeated and void of emotion. But not him. He was looking up at the enemy, ready, ever vigilant, standing up to the bad guys. Jaune's eyes lit up with awe and wonder. As a young boy, Jaune couldn't have understood the true meaning of the blood and the soldiers with thousand yard stares, it was the man. The man grabbed his attention.

"This guy's the real deal. He's a hero!" He slammed the book shut and ran toward the living room, his feet literally flying across the floor. He crossed a corner and neared the stairs, he did the childish thing to do and slid down on the railing. He continued his sprint towards the room where his dad was presently watching television, he slid on his feet and banked another corner. His socks were literally about to fly off his feet,

"Woah! DAD, DAD!" His father turned around and raised his aged eyebrow. He got up to his full height, broad and tall compared to his small son.

"What's up, Jaune! Slow down, kid you'll-" At that moment Jaune lost his balance and was heading straight for his father's legs. Luckily the Dad was quick enough to catch the boy in time. "Gotcha!" He scooped up the boy in a fluid motion.

John twirled and twirled around playfully and laughed along with his son. Then planted himself in the chair,

"What's up Jaune? What's gotten you so worked up?" he exclaimed. Jaune smiled and opened his book up to his Dad,

"Dad, look at this! This guy's a hero! A true hero!" He quickly flipped through the pages of the thick book. John recognized the writing and the cover, 'So he found that book.'

Every since the boy was able to speak, John and his wife told countless stories to Jaune. About how their great grandfather fought in the war, or tales about knights slaying evil dragons and saving princesses, or Huntsmen doing impossible feats, and so on. Jaune was a rather rambunctious kid, so this in a way, was the only method for them to use to get their son to sleep. But he listened.

He listened quietly to the stories, and one night after finishing an advantageous tale of a group a samurais who've lost their honor; he said this.

"One day, I'm going to become of hero of Justice!" he declared to his mother. The lady smiled at her son, the look in his eyes said it all. But deep down she shook her head disapprovingly, 'If only you knew how dangerous that path would lead you, my son.' She leaned over to him and rubbed his blond hair, then kissed his forehead goodnight.

"I feel better now, knowing that my son dreams like that. But, if you choose this path then be ready, Jaune." She was speaking to him as an adult, and he could tell just by the look she was giving. He swallowed, but shook his head and raised his palm and clenched it like some sort of anime protagonist.

"I'll do it! I promise to be the best, mother!"

"Good, we'll talk about this when you're older, Jaune. But for now, goodnight." She got up and left the room.

"Who is this guy Dad?" he asked, the father licked his lips and started his story.

"He was a solider who fought alongside your great granddad in the War" he responded. Jaune's eyes grew wide,

"He fought with granddad?" he shouted. John nodded. Jaune looked back at the book and whistled,

"Yep. He almost singlehandedly won the war. If it wasn't for "The Battle at Signal," where he was frozen we might've won the War earlier than expected." John finished.

"He was frozen? Like, in ice?" questioned the boy.

"Yes. He was taking on a really big commander guy who was about to escape, but at the last minute the bad guy blew up the ship he was on. Thus sending our friend here into the icy depths." Jaune frowned at that, he wanted to meet this guy.

"So he's dead?" he sadly asked, John smiled.

"Nope." he suddenly jerked in his father's lap. A look of shock on his face.

"No way! He's still alive?" he shouted. John chuckled softly. 'I knew he would say that.'

"Yep. What happened is this: After the Great War, the Faunus had a war of their own too. You remember that, right?" he asked. Jaune nodded,

"Well, your granddad and I were actually traveling on 'official Huntsmen business' when we came across his body in the ice." Jaune's mouth made an O.

"So you guys thawed him out?" the boy was bouncing at this point.

"Yes. But Jaune, we used him." his voice got low and grave. The boy started to lose his energy,

"What do you mean?" he asked innocently,

"We used him to fight in the Faunus War. He wasn't too happy about his actions because personally he didn't feel that it was right to fight people like them." he said. Jaune frowned at his Dad, this wasn't like him. Weren't Arc's suppose to be the good guys?

"He treated them equally, but the higher ups told him to do horrible things. Granddad tried to convince them but they didn't listen. She he retired from being a Huntsmen." It was John's turn to frown. He hated this part of the story.

"What are 'higher ups'? asked Jaune.

"Basically people above Captain and stuff." He nodded,

"So like you?" He pointed,

"No, no." he responded in a hearty tone.

"I'm like a Captain. Like this guy here," he tapped the picture.

"Oh cool! Hey, what was the guy's name?" he asked.

"Steven Rogers, AKA The Captain." he made the name sound like a super hero's.

"Awesome! I want to meet this guy!" he opened his mouth and smiled in awe. But then frowned,

"Oh, he's probably super old, huh dad?" he turned just in time to hear his dad laugh.

"Haha! Nope. He's actually rather young!" Jaune gaped,

"No way!"

"Yes way!" the boy jumped off his dad's lap, and started hoping up and down.

"I SO want to meet him! He's so cool! His armor, his shield, everything!" John couldn't believe his eyes. He kneeled down and rubbed his son's hair,

"I promise, I'll get you to meet him Jaune. But promise me this," He put his hands on his shoulders a looked at his son seriously.

"Yes?"

"Keep up your school work and take care of your sisters and I'll bring him here, pinky promise." he flicked out his pinky, and so did Jaune.

"I promise!" and with that they both wrapped their fingers and shook.

Jaune's 7th Birthday

It was a nice Birthday, all his sisters were there singing 'Happy B-Day', Dad being awesome and funny too, and Mom who was recording it on her Scroll. Seven candles, Seven years being alive. He feels happy, content with just being with his family. Jaune wasn't really good at making friends, but his only friend Abraham (Or Abe) as he called him was currently beside him playfully punching his arm.

Abe was a small kid, black hair and green eyes. He was a shy boy, a boy that was the total opposite of Jaune. Who tries to be the center of attention and fails, Abe was attracted to Jaune because of his joyful and happy attitude. Unlike him, being a introvert. Merely seating beside him at lunch spoke volumes to Abe. Simply sharing food spoke words,

"Happy Birthday to ~youuuu!" they all said in a sing song voice. They clapped at the end of the song, Mom tapped the boy's shoulder,

"Make a wish Jaune!" John nodded,

"Yeah boyo! Make that wish and blow out those candles, so after we can have our cake!" he rubbed his hands together and licked his lips. Thus getting a light jab from the eldest sister.

"Ow."

Jaune closed his eyes and thought carefully, but nothing big came to mind. But then he remembered,

'I wish to become a hero of justice.' and with that he blew out the candles.

Everyone clapped at the end, people exchanged their presents and cake with ice cream was consumed.

He liked vanilla and lemon cake, so this was a god send.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

THUNK THUNK!

Everyone froze,

"Who could that be?" wondered Jaune. Mom and Dad exchanged looks of concern, while Abe and the sisters shrugged off the knock. Mom nodded at the door,

"I'll get it." announced John. Father walked over and reached for the knob, turned and opened the door.

Jaune squinted, he couldn't see anyone because his Dad was blocking the way. But he did see the action of a hug and arms around his dad's back. He raised an eyebrow and turned towards his mother. She went over to John and asked,

"John, who is-" she was cut off. It was him.

"No way! You're here!" she looked back at Jaune with wide eyes.

"Where's the Birthday boy?" asked the stranger. John smiled and turned towards Jaune,

"Hey Jaune, we got a present for you!" confused, the boy leaped off his chair and walked to his Dad. His heart was pounding with each step, questions kept popping into his mind until he made it to his Dad.

"Okay, what is it?" he asked curiously. John and his Wife moved out the way, revealing to Jaune a tall man, a man with broad muscles like his father, blond hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a leather coat and had a present with a blue bow on top, Jaune didn't understand, but something felt familiar about the man.

"This man is the Captain, Jaune. Steven Rogers, meet you're number one fan...Jaune Arc." he introduced, and at that moment Jaune dropped his bowl of ice cream. Luckily his mother was quick and caught the bowl, but he was in awe struck, the Captain, the Captain showed up at his Birthday Party. The man kneeled down to his height and rubbed his hair,

"Never thought I'd have a fan." he smiled. Jaune was so happy at that moment, he almost felt like fainting on the spot. His smile was kind, and he was rather gentle, "It's you're 7th Birthday, so I got you this." He offered the present, but the boy didn't take it. He looked at the present then back at the man, and in one sudden motion flung himself into a hug. He hugged the man tight, his heart was beating so fast. His role model actually showed up to see him, celebrate with him.

"Eh? Hey! I thought kids liked presents?" he comically asked. Jaune chuckled, for some reason he felt like crying, but the tears never came.

"This is soo cool." he whispered. He heard the man hum. A low rumble that vibrated his body, then in a moment he was picked up like a kid in a theme park.

"Up you go big man." he lifted, Jaune laughed,

"You feel like a big kid now huh?" he smiled at the Captain.

"Sure do." Steve laughed at that, he then was greeted inside and sat down at the table. Abe and the sisters were in shock, they knew who the man was, and truly didn't expect him to show up.

"Open your present, Jaune." asked Steve, the boy shook his head and swiftly grabbed the box. Then he gently undid the bow and lifted the top off, he peaked inside.

Within the box was a watch. He reached in and carefully picked up the chrome tinted device, it had digital setting on, but there was two buttons on each side. Jaune liked the design of the watch, he started to strap it to his wrist. It was super light, almost like a pencil.

"Press the two buttons." asked Steve, he shook his head and did what his was told. He clicked the button.

A vast blue interface sprung from the Watch, it displayed Remnant on a global scale, the time was off to the right and random lines of code were floating around the sphere. "WOAH!" he said, clearly excited about his gift.

"It's a secret project my friend Tony's been working on. It's state of the art design is top notch, it like a Swiss army knife on your wrist."

Jaune used his finger and swiped across the interface, a game pulled up. It was a gallery shooter type, he swiped again, the interweb was pulled up. Again and again until he came to a stop. A phone symbol was in front of him now,

"It's like the Scroll; in which you can call and read books and stuff." Jaune beamed at the device.

"Nice! Does anyone else have this yet?" he asked, Steve shook his head,

"Nope. This was specially designed for you, Jaune." he grinned, the boy smirked.

"Awesome." Steve leaned over a swiped back to the phone,

"Oh and Jaune, if you ever truly need my help you can just call me." he pointed to the first contact in the list. It read: 'Cap'

"You betcha!" The two laughed and enjoyed the rest of the party.

As the closing minutes of the party came, Jaune and Steve were talking about the stories of the War. All the people he saved, the bad guy's he's fought. It was like a kid in an candy store.

"Hey, Cap?" Jaune pulled on his jacket,

"What's up, bud?" he asked,

"In the future...when I'm big and strong...can you...teach me how to fight?" he asked nervously. The boy was shuffling from side the side, clearly this was a sore subject. Steve looked to the parents,

"Now Jaune, this is something you should ask your parents first." he pointed,

"It think it's a good idea, Steve." interjected John, this made his wife furrow her brows at him angrily. She sighed,

"Now why in the world would you want to learn how to fight, Jaune?" the boy got up and approached his mother.

"Because...I'm an Arc. The Arc are hero's, and I want to be like them. I don't want to a weakling, I hate getting pushed around. And I don't like bullies!" he basically shouted.

Steve smirked, 'I said the same thing.' The mother signed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"I don' know Jaune, this is dangerous stuff." She stopped and looked down, Jaune had a look of determination in his eyes. Passion and Justice all bunched up into one boy. She couldn't argue with the look. And it does pay to still be cute.

"Alright Jaune, but only when you're ten can you start training." The boy jumped up and down, and cheered.

"Thank you, thank you, Mom!" he ran up and hugged her legs. She smiled and rubbed his back.

"Just remember to be careful, and the talk we promised." he looked up and nodded.

"Alright!" he said in a understanding tone.

AND BAM! 1st chapter completed! Guys, I could use some beta readers for this story. If anyone is willing then climb abroad! Also, fellow readers, should I classify this as an Crossover or should just keep it as a normal Fanfic? I'm so confused! What do you guys think?