Inspired by Team by Lorde 

AU- Where perfect Soc boy meets a greaser girl 

Steve Rogers lived in a state of perfection. He had a perfect life, he had the perfect friend, the perfect parents, who had a perfect relationship, he had perfect grades, perfect physique, and the perfect girlfriend. He was perfect. 

The only problem was he wasn't happy. He was rather lacking the excitement in life that everyone else seemed to have. He didn't know what was missing he had EVERYTHING. He certainly couldn't be missing anything. But if that was true, why wasn't he happy? 

"Come on man," His best friend, Luke called out, pulling steve straight out of his mind. "I met a couple ladies who are going to your mom's banquet this afternoon, I figured I'd give them a ride in my Corvair." 

"Oh yeah? And what did they say? Surely they'd prefer to take their limousine then ride with you," Steve spoke to him shaking his head. 

"well, they agreed," Luke said pointedly. "it's a good thing my dad got my car souped-up, we are talking about all new seating and the engine roars beautifully," 

"Tuff," Steve nodded, Luke could tell that Steve was barely listening.

"are you taking Lorraine?" Lorraine was Steve's girlfriend. She was a tall blonde soc, she was the daughter of the military officer who lived next door to the Rogers, they met a year ago and have been dating for a little over seven months. Lorraine was the picture-perfect image of a perfect girlfriend. 

"Yes, Luke I'm still taking my girlfriend." He said. "I'll see you later tonight I have to go get ready, you know how my mother gets when I am late." 

"Okay, I'll see you tonight and you can see the broad I picked up, she's something else." 

"Don't you say that about every girl you go out with?" He asked as Steve got into his own black Corvair, Luke could only shake his head and walk away from him. Steve sat in his car for a moment, he had the best car in the world, his clothes were the best the world had to offer, yet something was wrong. 

*

"No no no, this is all wrong, I want the food out by five o'clock or consider yourselves fired," Joesph Rogers announced to the staff, as Steve came down from his room, he had just changed into nicer clothes, not that his clothes could get nicer. 

"Oh, dear leave them be," Sarah calmed her husband. 

"My dear I am only making sure that everything is set perfectly for your big day," He smiled proudly at his wife. 

"I know I know, and that's why you need to stop yelling at them, I gave them an earful this morning because they brought in the wrong flowers," Sarah said patting his shoulder. "I think we are both freaking out over nothing really." 

"Relax mother," Steve said coming down the grand stairwell. He was wearing a blue sweater shirt with a simple pair of pants. His hair combed back, every last strand in place. "I am sure your party will be as delightful as always." 

"Thank you, my boy, and thank you for dressing...presentable." Steve was about to say something when his father held up his hand. 

"We have guests coming in already, can you go make sure the cars are out front? I like displaying my treasures." He smirked. 

"Father we have people who are paid for that," Steve tried to say. 

"Can you just do as your father asks? We don't need a scene" Sarah rolled her eyes. "Our friends already think your manners need improvement." 

"Is Lorraine coming? She seems to be the only person who can keep you in line," His father commented. "Now go do what I asked before too many people come. And then go change, those shoes are hideous."Before he could reply, his parents were already walking off to greet a guest who had just arrived. So maybe his parents weren't perfect, but they were to the rest of the world. 

Steve walked out to the front and noticed Luke had just arrived, he had some blonde on his arm. She looked of high class and wore what Steve assumed was a pretty expensive dress. Luke smirked in his direction giving him a little wave before showing his date inside, Steve was sure after tonight he'd never see that girl again. 

"Well there is my man," Steve turned to see Lorraine walking up to him with a smirk on her face. 

"Hello Lorraine, you look lovely this evening." He commented. She was wearing a red plaid dress and her hair tied up in a ponytail with a matching red cloth wrapped around it, and perfect curls falling down.  

"I know," She smiled and then looked down at him, the smile on her face faded instantly. "What are you wearing?" 

"Huh? You got me this," He pointed out. 

"Steven this is a very important event for your mother, you were supposed to dress nice," 

"I am dressed nice, you got me this last week, it's new," He attempted to defend himself. 

"Exactly Steven, I got you this last week, which means it's old. Why don't you go change!" 

"I haven't got anything newer," Lorraine sighed, she was annoyed and quite upset with Steve. "I am going inside, I think it's best you keep your distance from me tonight, are you really trying to ruin my life? I should have come with someone else,"  

"But-" Before he could say anything Lorraine turned on her heels and walked away. Steve watched her go and shook his head. What was he doing wrong? He shook his head and turned to go to the garage when he heard something fall in the garage, he frowned. No one should be in there.   

Carefully and slowly, Steve walked to the door and opened it as quickly as he could, the ruckus in the garage was barely heard over the loud music his parents were playing. He looked in and saw a flash of red on the other side of the room. 
"I don't know who you are but you shouldn't be in here," The noise suddenly stopped. "I know you're in here," 

"You know nothing." A soft voice rang out in his ears, it got his attention instantly. "You don't even know who I am." 

"I tend not to know the names of people who lift," he spoke calmly, trying to not show how freaked out he was. He'd never been in this situation before. 

"Oh, the soc doesn't care about anyone but himself? Shocker." She said Steve frowned. "Don't try to deny it." 

"I care about other people, just not you," 

Look upon your greatness 

"because you know who I am, don't ya? You know I am not rich, which could only make me a greaser. Not like that helps, you don't know a single one of us, you can't even see us standing right before you because of all the riches blinding your sights." 

"You're thieves, I should be calling the fuzz and they can take you where you belong." 

"Where? The cooler? Please that doesn't scare me, I've been there before." She answered.Her voice seemed like it was coming from all around him now, he kept turning trying to pinpoint her location.  

"But your a uh-" 

"A broad?" She asked. "I'm not your typical gal, I like to lone it, and some times that gets me in trouble. Your threats of calling the fuzz don't scare me, little boy." Little? By the sound of her voice, they had to be the same age. 

"Why are you here?" 

Call all the ladies out, they're in their finery

A hundred jewels on throats

A hundred jewels between teethNow bring my boys in, their skin in craters like the moonThe moon we love like a brother, while he glows through the roomDancin' around the lies we tellDancin' around big eyes as wellEven the comatose, they don't dance and tell

"Isn't it obvious? Big house, all distracted, it's the perfect place to hit, all you people care about it showing off, and sometimes that attracts dangerous people." 

"You don't sound dangerous." 

"Obviously you don't know a thing about me Soc." She laughed. "I know you, all you socs are the same, you have the same way of life, same reaction to the same boring shit. You don't care about a damn thing unless it's about you. You tell lies every day to hold a better social status. But deep down you all are the same boring socs." 

"Show yourself." He demanded. "Before I call someone who won't be as nice as me." 

"Please your people don't scare me, a bunch of Socs who care more about the outfits they wear to even notice my presence," 

"We aren't all like that." 

"Please, I've robbed enough house around these parts to know that people up here are all the same, there is no difference between any of you." She spoke, he seriously needed to find her, she could jump him at any point and getaway. 

"But your different?" He asked. 

"Well of course, where I come you have to be different to survive, not that you know anything about survival." Her words kept drawing him in and in. 

"Where do you come from?" 

We live in cities you'll never see on screen

Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things

Livin' in ruins of a palace within my dreams

"I live in a place that you people consider a nightmare. We don't have servants to cater to our every want. If we want something we have to do it ourselves." 

"Sounds tough," He replied. 

"To you maybe," She said. "To me, it's a way of life. it's freedom. We don't have to go around wearing... sweaters. You wouldn't last a minute pretty boy." Before Steve could reply a whistling noise started and he looked behind himself, he didn't see anything but knew someone was there. He turned around and she was suddenly right in front of him. 

He didn't know what he was expecting, but certainly not her. She was dressed in a black leather jacket, and black pants, her hair a deep red a bandana holding it out of her face. Her eyes were a hypnotizing green, he was not expecting her to look so...beautiful. Did he just call the greaser girl...beautiful? 

"Go ahead call your fuzz, they'd never find me anyways. Have fun being locked up." She tried walking past him but Steve lifted up his arm and stopped her from walking away from him. "You can't stop me," 

"Do you like this life?" 

"If I didn't I wouldn't have ran away from my home," She answered. "Listen pretty boy, I am leaving with my stuff, ya dig?" He only now noticed the bag on her bag that packed full of items, likely some his father used for a day before tossing out, they wouldn't be missed. The only reason his parents would call the fuzz would be of who stole it. A greaser.

"You ran away? From where?" He asked. He wanted to know who she was, he was drawn to her, wanted to know everything about her. 

I'm kind of over gettin' told to throw my hands up in the air

"I was a girl who was tired of being told who I should be and how I should act. I spent my entire life removing that part of my life, I am not about to let some random soc mess up my life." 

"I ain't not ordinary soc," He said attempting to sound threatening. "Who are you?" He asked again, this time his voice more demanding, she could only laugh. 

"What are you going to do? Jump me? You are no hood." She pointed out. "And I doubt you carry a heater on you as I do." 

"You have a heater?" He asked almost taking a step back. 

"Want to find out?" She smirked. "Tell you what pretty boy, you come with me and I will show you what it's really like to live." 

"Why would I go with you?" he asked. 

"Because I am offering you an opportunity of a lifetime. You can have some booze, I can get you some cancer sticks." 

"You want to poison me?" He concluded, she laughed. 

"Please if I wanted to kill you I would have done it already. Don't you want to prove me wrong soc?" She was teasing him. "I know you ain't happy. This isn't my first time up here ya know? Your broad, the blonde airhead, seems like quite the joy by way, and your parents wow I never knew there were people as judgemental as my old man. Your parents are just as verbally abusive as my dad was" She spoke with no emotion. "You can leave. You don't have to listen to them continuously pull you down." 

"I can't leave." He said. 

"You can't, didn't way you didn't want to." She smirked. "You really want to stay here," She gestured to the house. "What's the point of having all this stuff? It's a fancy cooler." 

"You don't know a thing about me," He told her pointedly. 

"Listen I have to go, do you want to come or not? This is an opportunity of a lifetime, leave them all behind join me, not usually my type but I can adjust you to a much less...snobby look." She put her hand on his chest. "You would have called the fuzz if you really wanted me gone by now." 

So all the cups got broke

Shards beneath our feetBut it wasn't my faultAnd everyone's competing for a love they won't receiveCause what this palace wants is release

She was giving him the chance to leave. To be free. He'd never felt free before, was that what he was missing? Was that why he was so upset? He knew the only good in his life was Bucky, but unlike Bucky, he never felt like he fit in. 

Steve wanted to run, he wanted to be free. He wanted to be away from his parents, from his snobby girlfriend. No one really cared about him, if they did they would care about of fancy he looked. 

"You know I don't have all day boy, are you coming or not? The only chance,  I won't be coming back to this shallow hell hole, I heading for Boston." 

"Shallow?" He asked. 

"These people would kill each other if it meant more money was available to them. I see the way your parents shine their possessions every day, they spend more time shining those talking to you. Your girlfriend only has one thought on her mind and that isn't you, I'd hate to be the one to break it you" She remarked rolling her eyes. The way she spoke really made him feel like they'd known each other forever. "I am leaving." She moved past him. Steve stood still mind focused on only one thing. 

"Wait." He managed. "I want to go." he turned and she smirked at him. 

"Soc wants to get his hands dirty?" She tossed him her bag it landed at his feet. "Fine, but you're carrying the load." She walked toward him before he could get the bag and her fingers reached for the bottom of the sweater. She quickly lifted it up, leaving him in only a white shirt and jeans. "It makes you look like an idiot," She ran her fingers through his hair. He stared at her as she did this. "Don't stare, you look idiotic," 

"You seem to say I'm an idiot a lot." 

"Because you are." She smirked and turned around. 

"Where are we going?" He asked picking up the bag. 

"Everywhere." 

Steve took one last look at the grand house before him, he was actually doing it. He was leaving with a girl he JUST met. Who does that? But it felt right, he knew to leave he wouldn't have to listen to what a disappointment or what a let down he was. 

"Come on soc." She called out. "My team gots a longs way to go," 

"team?" 

"I never said I was alone." She smirked. "by the way my names Natasha." 

"Steve." 

"I know." She turned to look at him over her shoulder. "Now are you coming or not?" 

"Of course." 

I'm kind of over gettin' told to throw my hands up in the air
So there
I'm kind of older than I was when I reveled without a care
So there

I originally had his friend as Bucky but I didn't want Steve leaving Bucky so I made up a name for his friend. 
Thoughts? I know it's weird that Steve leaves after just being Natasha but I was trying for a gut feeling type of thing, an attraction that is strong and deep. And Steve's family wasn't the best so he had a reason. 
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