"Steve? Steve!" Bucky called, slowly slinking away into the darkness. My skin pulled against my tight shirt, while my arms reached to grasp my fading friend. "Steve! Steve!"

"Steve Rogers!" The general shouted in my ear. My head bolted upwards, my blue eyes blinking rapidly to gain my bearings. Sniggers broke out through the classroom in response to my disarray. "sorry sir I was just-"

"-sleeping in class?" He barked, before ripping away a piece of paper that had been stuck to my face. "And doodling! Why, aren't you just on a roll, Rogers?" He growled, slamming his hand down on my desk. "Three laps around the school! Right now!" He shouted, jabbing a finger at the door.

I was still trying to figure out what was happening!

I glanced to my left, meeting Peggy's wide eyes. Reluctantly standing, I picked up my Jansport bag, and exited the school. "Here I go," I sighed, placing my bag down. Thanks to my improvement, running laps wasn't bad at all. Instead, it was quite exhilarating to go faster than I've ever gone before. About 1/3 through my speedy dash, a dark skinned kid came into my view.

He was also running, Nike sneakers pounding down on the pavement. "On your left," I warned, barely breaking a sweat as I sped past him. Soon after, I had finished my first lap. My breaths weren't even labored yet, I had to hand it to myself. Only five minutes later from our previous passing, the same teenager was in front of me.

"On your left," I said once again. "Uh-huh, on my left. Got it," the teenager replied, panting out of breath. I smiled at his dreading tone, nearing my third lap. Deciding to speed it up a little, I came across him in only 3 minutes. He glanced back in surprise at my quick gaining, trying to make his already wobbly legs speed up. "Don't say it! Don't you say it!" He shouted.

"On your left," I smirked, before clearing away. "Come on!" He exclaimed. I slowed down significantly as the schools entrance neared. Cold water gushed down my throat as my hand tightly gripped around my water bottle. "What the hell man, I think I need a new set of lungs," my running buddy panted, dropping like a sack of potatoes. "You just ran this entire school three times in under 10 minutes," he said astounded, looking up at me with a small smile.

"Must've gotten a late start," I shrugged, causing him to narrow his eyes jokingly. "So that's how it is? Go take another lap shame on you," he smiled, closing his eyes for a second. "I'm assuming you just took another lap,"

I chuckled, helping him up. "Steve Rogers," I introduced. "Sam Wilson," he answered, handing me my backpack just as the bell rang. "Go on and take a nice stroll to class," Sam joked, opening the door for me. "Can't run everywhere," I called back at him. "No you can't," he laughed.

*****

I found Peggy at the lunch line, balancing a heavily loaded tray. "Hey there, need some help?" I asked, catching a carton of milk just as it fell. "Nope, I got it. Just getting some friends their orders," she murmured, slightly rolling her eyes. "Friends?" I replied, raising an eyebrow. "Or do they think they can just order you around like nothing,"

Her jaw clenched, making her eyes set in stone. "I can handle it Steve. I know my value," she said dangerously low, before strutting away. I finally tore my thoughts away from what she said, to go find my friends.

Today was the day I would ask.

"Second semesters here, which means we finally get to start doing real superhero stuff," Clint exclaimed, munching on an apple. "Yes, the threat of the world; stupid teenagers stuffing kids in lockers," Bruce grumbled, fixing his slightly bent glasses. Tony looked at him with a sad frown, before pulling out an ipod and handing it to banner. "Here, cool down a bit," he whispered, patting his science bro on the back. Bruce gave a thanking smile, plugging only one earbud in as to here what people are saying.

"Have any of you decided what group you'll be joining?" Thor bellowed, placing his hammer beside him. "I was thinking of going rogue, but Shield said I wouldn't be able to graduate," Natasha sighed, rolling her eyes. "What about us?" I commented, hoping to get my foot in the door. "What about us," Tony shrugged, typing something on his phone. "Why don't we make a team," I said stronger, feeling the courage muster from somewhere inside me.

"There's a lot of competition, for example, them," Tony replied, staring at the lunch entrance. A group of five rag tag teens sauntered in, smirks on all their faces. "Is one of them a tree?" Natasha whispered, as Clint set down his apple. "Nat, one of them is a raccoon!"

"I recognize two of them," Thor explained, "they're not of this world. The green one and built gray one,"

"Wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alley," Bruce murmured, looking at the one with red designs racing across his bare chest. "Yeah, Big and Buff is Drax. The guy doesn't get sarcasm. I probably wouldn't be able to talk to him due to comfusion," Tony explained, placing his high end phone down. "the guy is completely literate, it's crazy. The walking jalapeño is Gamora. She's a used to be evil, crazy assassin girl,"

Natasha cracked her knuckles. "The tree is Groot, and the cyborg raccoon is Rocket. One says only three words, and the other doesn't shut up," Tony scoffed. "And their leader, Peter Quill. Half human, half who the hell knows. He's like a me but less popular. They Call themselves the 'Guardians of the Galaxy'," Tony rolled his eyes. "Try to be Earths mightiest heroes first,"

"Okay," I simply stated, pulling everyone's attention my way.

"Let's do it,"