Avengers/Persona 3: The Fool
Title: The Fool
Fandom: Avengers, Persona 3
Rating: T
Summary: Steve Rogers was a new transferee to Shield High. When he got down the train and into his new home, he didn't expect to see his surroundings to be this creepy and the streets to be lined with black coffins standing up.
Notes: Written for iu_fanfiction WC # 44: Kink Bingo | Prompt: gunplay | Avengers AU (Persona 3 verse)
He was transferring schools. Again.
It wasn’t because he failed his subjects or that he did some misconduct at his old school. It was just the way it was ever since his parents died in a car crash and his relatives started juggling him around. None of them wanted to deal with a kid they barely knew.
So, now, he just hoped he wouldn’t have to transfer again until he graduates from high school. It was seriously messing up with his records.
He sighed as he stepped off the train with his duffel bag in tow. It was late. Almost midnight, actually. He really should’ve headed out earlier…
He paused as he got out of the station. For some reason, everything seemed to be green-tinted. Was it the lighting?
Resisting the urge to shudder, he quickly made for his dormitory, following the instructions he was given.
He almost stopped again when he caught sight of black…figures scattered among the streets. It took him a moment to realize they were actually coffins.
Majorly spooked now, he hastened his pace. It only took him five minutes to reach his destination, making him sigh in relief.
He knocked, not sure if anyone would still be awake at this time. No one answered. He tried to open the door and found it was unlocked. He hesitantly opened the door and saw that no one seemed to be around. Still, he called out, “Hello?”
He almost jumped when he heard a distinctly male voice reply, “Hello.”
Abruptly closing the door behind him as he entered, he turned to see a dark-haired young man with a friendly smile. He was wearing a simple, white shirt and black pants. He had a forest green scarf around his neck that matched his eyes.
“Welcome,” he said, his voice smooth as silver. “I’ve been waiting for you.” He brought out a clipboard that had an official-looking document on it. “Before anything though, you will have to sign here first.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a contract.” Amusement shone on the stranger’s features. “It just says that you will take full responsibility for your actions. Whatever those actions may be.”
“Fair enough.” This was his first dorm but he was sure that was some sort of standard procedure. He took the offered pen and wrote, ‘Steve Rogers’. It felt sort of like he just sold his soul to the devil.
Except, Steve was just being silly. The guy was with the dorm, not the epitome of evil.
“Remember what you signed.” He smirked. “I’ll see you around.”
“But, wait-”
“Who are you?”
Steve turned around once more and saw another guy about his age, with black, messy hair, a goatee and serious brown eyes. He seemed to have a fit figure but not bulky in terms of muscle.
The blonde would’ve thought him attractive were it not for the gun he was holding aloft.
Steve raised his palms, showing he meant no harm. He knew self-defense but he preferred resolving things peacefully.
“I’m Steve Rogers,” he introduced himself calmly. “New occupant here.”
The other male narrowed his eyes for a moment, strangely calculating, before opening his mouth, as if to speak-
-and the lighting seemed to have abruptly changed into a mix bright white and warm yellow that was in no way creepy (thankfully). In fact, the whole atmosphere felt like it shifted.
“Stark.”
They both turned to see a beautiful young woman with short, red hair and a raised eyebrow. The brunette’s lips curved into a saccharine smile.
“Natasha, dear!” He gestured towards Steve with both hands-gun away from sight (was it even real?)-and asked, “Have you met Steve here? He’s our newest dorm mate.” Then, without preamble, he slid an arm over the blonde’s shoulders in an overly friendly manner. “Steve, this is Natasha Romanov, Student Council president and dorm head, even though I own this place.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Stark, if you were the leader, this place would’ve exploded already with your insistence to test out your inventions.” Ignoring his indignant protests, Natasha offered Steve her hand. “Welcome to the Avengers Mansion.”
Steve shook hands with her with a confused expression. “’Avengers Mansion’?”
“Stark has no naming sense,” she answered as she stepped back.
“Excuse me?!” Stark scoffed. “I should seriously be kicking you out for this.”
“Just try.” Natasha’s tone was dryer than a desert. Strangely, that seemed to shut Stark up for the moment. “Anyway, your things are already in your room in the second floor. Stark can show you the way since he’s in the same floor. If you have any questions or if you need anything, you can ask him. Just ignore him when he starts talking about science.”
“There is nothing wrong with discussing science-”
“And his strong feelings for it too, by the way.” She spoke as if Stark hadn’t interrupted. “I’ll let you settle in for now. I have some business to attend to. See you around.”
She promptly left without even letting Steve bid her goodbye. Stark patted him comfortingly on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry, she’s always like that,” he said. “It’s not just you. She’ll warm up to you eventually. Or, well, as warm as she can get with anybody. I don’t really think she gets warm at all. Hm.” Then, he started pulling Steve towards the elevator. “I hope you don’t have anything against science like she does though. Because, if we’re gonna be spending a lot of time in the same place, you’re bound to hear a lot about it. Actually, you’ll even see it in action because, hey, I have a lab downstairs.”
Steve was actually intrigued. “I don’t mind. I think science is interesting.”
Stark’s expression practically brightened. “Isn’t it?” He grinned, the smile making his eyes sparkle with glee. “I’m starting to like you already. I believe this is the start of a beautiful friendship.” He took Steve’s hand and shook it. “Tony Stark, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you,” Steve said, beaming in return. “It’ll be great to have a friend here, especially since I’m new and all.”
“Well…” Tony leaned in and whispered, “Just don’t mention anything about the gun and we’ll get along fine and dandy, okay?”
“Uh…okay.”
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A/N: What am I doing with the Avengers, I don't even know anymore.
I don't know if I'm ever gonna write a continuation. We'll see if I'm in the mood for any more of this...later, maybe =P