A/N: Alright, I had to fix this entire layout because it wasn't editing so I just re-uploaded the chapters. Sorry if this messes crap up! UGH. Anyway, this is my first ff in two years, so bare with me! I hope to continue this summercamp!au because it is my dream to one day go to summer camp. Although, it will never happen, I will live my dream out vicariously through this fanfic.

The Avengers don't belong to me, disclaimer blah blah blah.

Chapter One: Fresh Meat and a Fresh Start

The fresh scent of burning lumber could only mean two things; house fire or bon fire, and Steve Rogers much preferred the latter.

It also kind of meant that he was close to his destination: A small summer camp in the middle of 'God-only-knows', somewhere near a Finger Lake. Thankful that his uncle let him go, Steve didn't protest when he heard the place was a few cities short of civilization. This would be his first summer without (parental) supervision and without his best friend Bucky to lead him around, after all. Steve would have to man-up, take charge, and- get off the bus.

Clad in his favorite blue t-shirt with a star on it, shorts, and a new pair of sneakers, the blond hopped off the bus and took in a deep breath. Ah, the welcoming scent of pine, campfire, and…port-a-potty? Oh, he was standing right next to one. With a hand on his shoulder, Steve was given a polite shove towards a crowd of kids.

"Let's go, Steve. Don't want to miss roll call, do you?" A reassuring voice from behind reminded Steve that his uncle was still here. Couldn't get too ahead of himself here. He had to take things one at a time, which meant giving the other parents a chance to say 'good-bye' to their precious little angels. That sudden thought, along with the booming voice from a megaphone signaling all campers front and center, set a pit of nervousness in Steve's gut. It wouldn't be too hard to make friends, right? He couldn't possibly be the only new camper. Then again, it was a pretty limited camp population.

With another reassuring hand at his shoulder, Steve turned to his uncle and smiled.

"I'll be reporting back in about six weeks, Captain." His uncle mock saluted the fifteen-year-old boy.

"Hold down the fort while I'm gone, alright?" Steve returned the gesture.

"Yes, sir."

And with that, Steve's uncle disappeared on the unpacked bus with a few other parents. Using this spare moment to collect himself, the blond glanced around at the other campers, some already heading towards the massive flagpole in the center of the grounds, and the rest still finishing up their good-bye's. He noticed a pair of what looked to be brothers exchanging hugs with their father and mother. Though, Steve was sure so did the rest of the camp. It was hard not to notice how loud the family was. Looking to his other side, he saw a pretty girl waving after a sleek looking car.

Before he could catch himself staring for too long, a pair of voices grabbed his attention. A dark-haired boy who looked a little short for his age groaned in the midst of being lectured by his father. The upstanding man sighed and scolded his son before wishing him a good-bye and stepping into a rather expensive looking limo. Steve watched as the boy rolled his eyes and waved off his father before following the others to the center of camp.

A beep sounded and the same booming voice from before rang through a megaphone calling attention to all campers. Steve took this as his queue to stand next to the large pile of suitcases, bags, etc in front of the speaker. The man was as intimidating as his voice, with an eye patch and serious expression to match. With another beep of the megaphone, everyone focused their attention to him.

"For those of you who may not know I am Director Fury and this is Camp S.H.I.E.L.D." Even with just one eye, he seemed to have watch over every camper. He couldn't quite place it, but Steve was unnerved by this. The blond continued to listen anyway.

"This summer, all of you will be sorted into lodges and cabins and will partake in various camp activities, each of which will be lead by one of our qualified instructors." The Director gestured towards the row of people standing behind him. Each one looked like they could have been some sort of secret agent or something with how serious they appeared. As he continued speaking, Director Fury gestured again towards a plaque hanging on the flagpole.

"These camp rules have been set and will be followed within the duration of time spent here or there will be consequences. The severity of such will be determined by the rule broken and the degree to which it is broken." He explained each rule thoroughly before stating common safety precautions and directing (Heh, directing.) everyone to the on-sight nurse's location.

"Finally, I would like to state how grateful we are to have new arrivals this summer. Remember, this camp has been one of the most successful around this area and we would like to keep it that way."

"That's because it's the only place in this area." Steve noticed the short boy he saw earlier whispering to another boy who rubbed at his temples. He couldn't help but smile at the comment. Although as rude as it was, it was still true.

"Camp S.H.I.E.L.D. prides itself on bright campers and a fun-filled summer. Let's hope it stays that way." Director Fury finished his semi-speech and took a few steps back so that a woman could take his place with the megaphone.

"Alright, campers. I'm Camp Counselor Hill and I will be assigning you into your cabins." The petite counselor glanced down at her clipboard before back at the anxious crowd of campers.

"There are two main lodges and three cabins with up to four campers in each. We trust that none of you will have a problem with your bunkmates and that you will be friendly to those who are new and those who are in your fellow lodges. There are separate bath houses for girls and boys, please use them respectively and we won't have any problems." She spoke fast with a steady voice.

"The following campers are in Prescott cabin one: Bruce Banner…" Counselor Hill listed off two more names of boys that apparently knew each other pretty well and finally ended with a deep sigh, "….and Anthony Stark. Hopefully we won't be having any major issues this year, Mr. Stark?" The kid in question raised an apprehensive brow and folded his arms defensively across his chest.

"Of course not. As my father would agree, I'm an innocent little angel." Steve watched as the boy smiled a wicked smile and rolled his eyes, before turning and grabbing the arm of his friend and walking away. Ms. Hill sighed again and continued onto the next cabin list.

Finishing up the third cabin with the name, 'Natasha Romanoff', Steve could only assume it was the designated female cabin of the Prescott lodge. The pretty girl he saw earlier nodded and headed off towards the pile of luggage Steve was standing by.

"Onto Caldwell lodge. Cabin one: Clint Barton, Thor and Loki Odinson, and Steven Rogers." She waved the four off from the crowd and finished off the rest of the names.

Steve made his way over to the luggage pile awkwardly, wishing he already belonged in a group of friends. The taller boy kept a look out for his bunkmates and spotted the two brothers off towards the side of the mountain of bags. Feeling nervous and excited, Steve jogged to the other side after grabbing his bag.

"Thor, get my bag." A shorter boy with dark hair playfully shoved his brother.

"Loki, I am not your pack mule!" The one being shoved, Thor, made a face at his brother and grabbed the bag anyway.

"You might as well be." Steve heard Loki mutter. Apparently, Thor did not hear this, so he let bygones be bygones.

Stepping up to the two, Steve stuck out his hand and introduced himself a bit too hastily. "Hey, you two are in cabin one, Caldwell, right? I'm Steve Rogers."

The dark-haired boy gave Steve a look for a second and hesitated before offering his hand, only for it to be knocked out of the way by the other brother.

"Steven! Hello! I am Thor and this is my baby brother, Loki. We welcome you to this camp for the summer!" Thor had massive blond locks that fell just below his ear and shocking blue eyes that almost rivaled his loud voice. He and his brother were definitely foreign with their accent and demeanor. If not for the fact that they were near each other every time Steve noticed them (or hugging their parents), it would have been extremely difficult to guess the two were brothers. Just by talking to them for less than a minute, the two had opposite personalities and looks to match.

"Brother, yes. Baby, no. And who is we?" Eyeing back and forth between his brother and Steve, Loki sighed in defeat when his brother gestured toward the blond.

"Alright, alright. Yes, we welcome you. And if Thor wouldn't have beaten me to it, I would have introduced myself. Pleased to meet you, I suppose." Loki, a bit less on the defense, shook Steve's hand before turning around to watch two other campers make their way toward the group.

"Yo, what's with the fresh meat?" A camper with short, styled hair and a backpack slung over his shoulder nodded towards Steve. Suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious, he found that his new sneakers were way more interesting at the moment. He didn't notice when the girl from earlier elbowed the boy in the side, gaining an 'ow' and a 'jeez, sorry' before he looked up again. Taking initiative, Thor clasped a hand to Steve's shoulders.

"This here, gentle cabin friends, is no fresh meat. He is Steven and he is bunking with us."

Smiling sheepishly, Steve shook the boy's hand and offered a 'hey'.

"Clint Barton." The boy nodded and Steve directed his attention to the girl next to him.

"Hey, Steve. The name's Natasha. I'm obviously not in your cabin, but we're in the same lodge, so we'll be seeing a lot more of each other than we probably care to." She firmly shook the boy's hand and nodded, her curly red hair bobbing along with the motion.

"Anthony!" A sudden loud male voice cut through most of the idle chatter. The camper in question groaned and muttered something incoherent as he shook it off and sauntered over to the voice.

"Yes ma'am- Oh, I mean Counselor Coulson?" With an innocent grin, the kid inquired as to why he was being called. Steve guessed by the look on the other counselor's face that this boy knew exactly why.

"Stark, mess with the luggage some more and that will already be one strike against you for the summer. Do I make myself clear? Or should I get your father on the phone?" The man, although smiling, was threatening enough that even Steve cringed away.

"I always love a challenge," The dark-haired boy started, before dropping the act and acquiescing. "Yeah, I got it. No need to get your panties in a knot." The Counselor gave the kid a once-over before sending him off back to his bags.

Steve turned back to his friends. Could he call them friends yet? Ok, he turned back to his bunkmates and made a face.

"So, who's this Anthony kid?" At the mention of his name, Clint stuck out his tongue and laughed. This earned him another elbow from Natasha, who glared at him.

"First of all, calling him Anthony will get you a one-way ticket to summer camp hell, courtesy of Tony Stark himself. Second, his dad funds a good chunk of the camp, adding to the bratty personality à la spoiled rich kid. Third, he is pretty much the smartest kid with the shortest fuse you'll ever meet. Next to Bruce, that is." Natasha shifted her weight and put her hands on her hips, satisfied with her little biography.

"Yeah, Bruce and him? Best bros, well- sort of. I think the dude just tolerates him 'cause he's a genius, but whatever." Clint offered his two-sense on the matter.

"I rather like Tony! He can be quite humorous." Thor opted for the other side of the argument full-heartedly.

"Speak of the devil." Loki added, leaning on his luggage.

Just as implied, the man of the hour was approaching the group, probably to go to his own bag, but why would anyone make anything that easy? Steve stepped to the side as the boy came storming by, glancing at the new kid disapprovingly.

"How's daddy's special camper?" Clint mocked, snickering and ignoring Natasha's narrowed eyes.

"Bite me, Barton." Tony continued on past, clipping Clint in the shoulder as he did. Stepping off to the side, the assaulted boy called after him.

"Sorry, don't like chicken!" Pressing a palm to her face, Natasha groaned and Clint rubbed his shoulder from Tony's shove, trying to milk his comment for more than it probably was. The shorter boy simply shoved on until he grabbed his bag and headed off towards his cabin with his friend.

Seeing as how everyone else was following that example, the rest of the group decided to part ways with Natasha, and head to cabin one in Caldwell.

"C'mon dudes, last one to the cabin gets the bottom bunk!" Sprinting off towards the cabin with his bag, Clint left the rest of his cabin mates to follow behind.

"Some of us don't have a problem with the bottom bunk." Loki shook his head and started the trek after Clint with Thor in tow. Standing there by himself for a minute, Steve shook his head and laughed to himself before heading after his new friends.

It was starting off to be an eventful summer for sure.