I'm really in love with the Steve/Tony pairing but I've never been able to write fan fiction for it. I hope this fic plays out well! It's pretty much a Steve/Tony Avengers verse fic. Maybe some Clint/Natasha worked in there as well. I hope you enjoy it!

He was greeted by fanfare and it made his situation a lot more dizzying than it already was.

The first shock had come while he was packing up to leave the SHIELD base. All that he had owned before the war conveniently fit into a medium sized locker and when he had risen from his bed of melted ice he began the painful task of sifting through his belongings. Surprisingly the flashing technology of the laboratory didn't seem to phase him. Probably just shock, he realized as he climbed into the elevator with an accompanying female SHIELD agent. He contemplated asking her what had changed in the seventy years that he spent in the ice. He decided against it. Judging by her age, she wasn't even around thirty years ago. They reached the basement of the building which was filled with filing cabinets, shelves, and lockers. She lead him over to one and unlocked it for him. He opened the metal door and looked at his belongings lying in a disheveled clump. "May I have a moment please, Miss?" he asked quietly.

She nodded and left him. He inhaled and prepared himself. He was expecting the shock. He knew it was coming. Didn't make it any easier for him.

A picture of him and Bucky slid out of his jacket pocket just as he was rolling it up to shove it into the duffle bag SHIELD had provided him with. Steve kneeled to pick the polaroid up from the floor. He stared at it a while. A wide smile was spread across Bucky's youthful face. Steve's bulky arm was slug carelessly over Bucky's shoulders and he wore a similar smile on his own face. In this particular photo, they were in civilian clothing. They weren't Captain America and his sidekick. They were two friends. He hadn't lost a sidekick that day. He had lost...a friend. His free fist clenched and his teeth ground together. He was physically fighting off the tears, but eventually the tears won. Somehow he knew they'd always win. Steve quickly transferred the remaining belongings into the duffle bag and slung it over his shoulder. He wiped his eyes roughly and hoped the agent wouldn't notice anything. Of course she hadn't.

The second shock hit him while he was sitting in the back seat of the SHIELD transport vehicle. The city blurred beyond the windows of the car. Steve felt as if the glass was holding out the dangers and confusion of this new world. He felt a temporary shelter in this vehicle, but he knew that feeling would dissipate as soon as he opened the door. He couldn't just close his eyes and pretend that he was riding in the back of a transport Jeep on his way back to the army base. He couldn't tune out the present. This wasn't the 1940s. He rested his head back against the leather of the car seat. His stomach was churning painfully.

The third shock hit him when the vehicle arrived at what they called 'The Avengers Mansion'. He was raised with a frugality that only existed in the thirties. The splendor of the structure took him by complete surprise. The front gates opened for the transport vehicle. Steve scanned the well pruned grounds as the car pulled up the drive. When they came to a stop he opened the door and picked up his duffle bag. As soon as he closed the door, the car made a U-turn and drove off the way it came. He stood there for a moment, completely dazed with amazement and uncertainty.

Suddenly, the front door was thrown open and a few people spilled out onto the doorstep. He looked up at them, most wore smiles, although the only woman in the crowd looked as if she was having the most unamusing day of her life.

That's when the fanfare began.

Wow! The real Captain America!

How peculiar. Welcome to the future, Captain.

My father was a real fan! He used to talk about you all the time.

He was grateful when the man at the front of the group crossed his arms over his chest and said, "Come on guys, let the man through. He's probably had a long day. Hell, I wouldn't be half as civilized if someone woke me up in the middle of a nap."

Steve climbed the stairs and began to introduce himself, "I'm Steven Rogers. Er, I guess you all probably knew that."

The man who had saved him from the fanfare took it upon himself to introduce the others. "That's Thor," he said motioning toward a very muscular gentleman, with flowing blonde hair, and the most intriguing outfit. He looked like something that exploded from the middle ages.

"That's Bruce," he indicated a gentleman with curled hair and spectacles. It was difficult for Steve to estimate Bruce's age. Bruce appeared to be young, but his face was subtly lined and there was some gray growing into the roots of his hair.

"Clint and Natasha," he indicated the remaining two people. The woman's expression did not change and she tucked a lock of her wine red hair behind her ear. Clint, however, gave Steve a warm smile. Steve returned it, although he doubted his version wasn't as warm.

"And I'm Tony," Tony held out a hand and Steve shook it. Steve was surprised that Tony's hands were calloused. Judging by Tony's appearance and wardrobe choice, he wouldn't have guessed that Tony worked with his hands.

"Alright, show's over. Everyone back inside," Tony declared.

The rest of the group returned to whatever they were doing before the small ruckus that Steve caused. "Would you like a tour? Or should I just leave you to your room to unpack?" Tony asked turning to Steve.

"He did not seem too excited about the twenty first century," Clint noted. The Avengers had gathered in the kitchen and were eagerly gossiping about the new arrival.

"I doubt you'd bee too excited if you woke up and everything was completely different," Bruce pointed out.

"Perhaps festivities will assist the new comer in feeling more welcome!" Thor declared happily.

"Will you all give it a rest? You gossip like a bunch of housewives," Natasha interjected from her perch on the kitchen counter.

"Natasha's got a point," Bruce laughed. "I'm going back to my research." He poured himself a cup of coffee before leaving the room.

"Do we know if he's going to join the team?" Clint asked.

"Nay," Thor replied. "For now we are just providing him with shelter. At least that is what Tony has said."

"It's a bit quaint, but it'll do, right?" Tony smirked as he opened the bedroom door for Steve.

Steve nearly dropped his bag in shock. The room had high ceilings and large windows. There was a sizable dresser in the corner a queen size bed against the far wall. "Amazing," was all Steve could manage to utter. He entered the room and deposited his bag on the bed.

"If there's anything you need, just holler," Tony said.

Steve snorted, "You probably wouldn't be able to hear me."

"Yeah, but Jarvis will."

"Who is Jarvis?" Steve asked.

"Hello Master Steve," an automated voice filled the room.

Steve jumped. "It's okay. It's just my personal AI. I routed him to service every room in the mansion. He's in charge of security, power, hell, you name it, Jarvis has it covered," Tony explained.

"Sorry, but, um, what's an AI?" Steve asked