<div align="center"><em>Steve Rogers first tour of <del>duty</del> the school</em></div><hr/><br/>Steve had not been among the others who nearly created a mosh pit when the music began, in fact he had his nose buried in the school's program when he looked up only after Tonya burst in.<em>Did I sign up for this? </em>He thought as he recalled everything he had been told by the recruiters. The young man had a plan, finish school and try to get into the prestige military academies! With his new body and his high scores he hoped to get into West Point and had been told attending Stormvalley could get him the needed recommendation by one of the board members. Would it? Only time would tell, but if it was all a lie then the young man was blissfully unaware...for now.<br/><br/>At his old school he had been a runt for most of his life, sickly and frail but not anymore. After impressing a recruiter (a S.H.I.E.L.D operative most likely) after being denied by the marines, the army, the navy, the air force and coastguard he was about to give up when an offer came on the table. The orphaned young man had nothing back at New York, he lived with his foster parents but they where not kind people, not like his own family had been. His parents had been hard working immigrants, looking to open up their small business and live the "Dream." They opened a small bakery and made pies but the business could not grow because of Steve's poor physical health and his parent's struggle to keep him alive his first few years of life. What he lacked in brawn he made up in brain, he was a smart kid but always picked on in school. His father told him to keep his head high, to never let anyone crush him and he did but his life took a turn when a freak accident resulted in his parents dying in a blaze, leaving him alone. Besides the memories, his parents had instilled him with a code of ethics and morals that could not waver the frail young boy then and it much less the 6'2, athletically built teen now!<br/><br/>He did not move until the assembley was over, reminiscing on the past as the others students rushed out. Steve Rodgers would look forward from now on. The school would provide everything and one day he would repay them somehow if gratitude was not enough. Taking a final look around he leisurely strolled out with a duffel bag slung across his back, at the top the bag seemed to flare out following a round looking shape. He was dressed like all the rest, his uniform meticulously  and carefully covering his body, perfect one might say down to his shiny shoes. While others moved across the street to grab snacks, he opted to take a one man tour of the campus.