I'm out of my head - hs AU

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Steve was on his way home. He had stayed over at his friend Bucky's house, he had to walk home alone. It was pretty far, but nothing he couldn't handle or hadn't done a thousand times just that year.

He lived about 25 minutes away, 30 if he took it slow. Which he intended to do since he was pretty tired after being with people an entire day. He had put his headphones in his ears to block out the terrifying silence of midnight with the sound of calming music from Lord Huron.

The sound of sweet harmonies filled Steve's ears as he let his eyes scope the night, it was quite beautiful. He saw a few stars if he were to look close enough, only the brightest ones could be seen between the street lights.

It had rained just a few minutes before Steve decided to go on his way home, the puddles shone and reflected the light and the trees seemed to rustle from a chilling breeze. As the years go you become more intuitive, and what it told Steve was that it was going to rain again. And soon.

Sure, he liked rain. It's somewhat calming if it's not pouring down, but he knew that was what it was going to be doing. And it was warm out, which meant that it would probably do what he didn't like about it. Pour.

He quickened his steps, despite not wanting too since he was drained of energy.

Steve had made it 15 minutes past Bucky's house, at that point he had his fair and share of bone-chilling breezes. They always managed to get beneath the thickest of jackets and fabrics, he wanted to get home even faster.

Hadn't he had asthma he would've jogged home, but he decided against it. It was obvious he was too lazy to go through the trouble after talking to his friends for a full day. He sure loved them, he loved people in general, but everyone needs a break.

His mom, Sarah, sent a worried text. Asking him why he wasn't home yet, she knew he was a capable guy, that he was strong and resilient, but he was her only child. Being protective came with it.

He took it to himself to write a lengthy response, apologizing for her and offering to cook dinner later. Little did he know about the cluster of cars and the ruckus from house number 27 due to the celebration of the new opportunities that you call 'Summer'. The rowdy teen's favorite time of the year to go wild and stay out all night cause it allows you to look good and explore during the more intriguing time of day.

That would be Peter Quill's house. Many kids from Shield High school lived in that area, the kids with more money that is. Except for Stephen Strange who was a rich fella, and a few other rich people like Jane Foster and Hope Van Dyne.

He was deep in his novel of a text to realize that he would walk straight into one of the parked cars. One of these said cars had a passenger, and he was all alone. The car was bit more vintage, no roof. The boy in the car could hear the blaring music from his position.

This boy in particular had left his friends in there, he had 2 of them despite being as sought- and pined after because of his wealth and his family. He had sat down in his car, feet on the dash not caring what filth it left behind. He didn't trust himself to disappear in alcoholic haze that night, nicotine was enough.

The boy sat in silence, even though his background consisted of yelling, screams of bliss and bad 00s music. Not the good 00s music. The boy huffed as he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket, he shifted uncomfortably to get it out and saw how his friend, James Rhodes, was calling him.