Summary: Bucky and Clint notice that the girls are sitting together at lunch. No good can come of this.
Rating: Teen
Warning: High School AU
Pairings: Clint/ Darcy; Bucky/ Natasha; Steve/ Peggy; Jane/ Thor; Sif/ Hogun; Bruce/ Betty
A/N: My first high school AU. Hope it's okay as these can often be hit or miss. Seed was planted when I saw pictures of young Jeremy Renner in the '90s and thought he was adorbs and wanted to write something with young JR in mind.
A/N2: I got the idea when I was watching That '70s Show and thought to myself, 'I can totally see Clint as Hyde in that the Romanoffs would let him stay at their place when his parents die.' Made the Lewis family live next door to the Romanoffs and pulled some other ideas of various episodes from That 70's Show and viola!
Enjoy!
"Well that can't be good," Bucky said as he and Clint walked out of the cafeteria line with their trays. With a raised eyebrow, Clint followed Bucky's line of vision to the table where Darcy, Natasha, Jane, Betty, Peggy, Sif and Pepper were leaning their heads together, deep in conversation. Darcy had her head on Jane's shoulder and her cousin was rubbing a soothing hand up and down the curvy brunette's back.
"What? Girls always sit together at lunch," shrugged Clint, heading towards the table where Steve was sitting, looking over at the girls' table suspiciously. "They always go to the bathroom together so why is sitting down at a table any weirder?"
He supposed if he thought about it, it was a little out of the ordinary. Peggy always sat with Steve for the beginning of lunch before wandering off to talk to her volleyball team mates. Betty and Pepper were normally seen with Bruce and Tony (when the two boys weren't sitting in classes at the local university and seriously, Clint wanted to know why those guys were still in high school when they clearly didn't need to be). Darcy and Jane generally sat with Thor, Sif and the other oddly named kids from the wrestling team. Also on occasion, Loki, which Clint objected to when he started dating Darcy. Loki and Clint still hated each other from Sophomore year where a series of pranks ended with Clint ratting out Loki to the principle and a short suspension for Loki. Not one of Clint's finest hours but he feared Mr. Romanoff's wrath at being called into the principals office more than Loki's insistence to anyone who would listen that Clint was a untrusting rat. Loki had started it all anyway so Clint felt he was in the clear, morally that is.
Now after she ate, Darcy joined Clint and they found a quiet spot on campus to make out. That's what Clint had assumed was going to happen but the girls were having a shoe conference or something. He really did want to have some alone time with Darcy before the school day ended. Yesterday had been his birthday and while he was supposed to celebrate it this Friday, Darcy still snuck into his room with a cupcake and a box of condoms. Darcy had climbed into Clint's room numerous times before and they'd had a lot of fun each time but this was the first time they'd actually had sex.
It was abso-fucking-lutely amazing and a bunch of other words that Clint would have to make up to accurately describe it. Seriously, best birthday present ever.
But by the time Clint woke up, Darcy had left. He was disappointed even more to find out that she'd rode with Jane to school instead of him and Natasha like usual. The only other girl he'd had sex with was Laura Jones and she'd been clingy afterwards. Darcy was pretty distant and only given him a quick kiss on the cheek that morning before running off, saying something about finishing up homework.
So, maybe Bucky was on to something.
"They're all girlfriend's Clint. Something bad is going to happen," Tony said right behind Clint and he almost jumped out of shock. How long had Tony been there?
"Exactly," Bucky agreed, smacking Steve on his back as a greeting and way to get his attention.
"Hey, you noticed that all the girls-"
"Yeah. We think it's Clint's fault," Tony supplied, earning a glare from Clint.
"How is it my fault?"
"Don't think I didn't see that bite mark on your shoulder before gym his morning. Very naughty of you Clint. What have you and Darcy been up to?"
"Yeah," Bucky joined. "She bite you because she was angry or something? Because if Nat ain't putting out 'cause of some girly pact then I should know now. Before she tries to punch me for asking. She's got a mean right hook."
"I know, she's got a black belt in like 3 different martial arts. I know. I live in the same house as the trophies. Hey, I thought you and Nat were on a break?" Clint asked, pretty sure that Natasha had been on a date with Terry Prepton last Saturday night.
"You know," admitted Bucky with a confused expression. "I don't actually know. I should probably ask. Assumed she'd be my date to your party this Friday."
"I think she said something about bringing Terry Prepton. They went on a date last weekend."
"A date? She went on a date with Terry Prepton?" Bucky frowned and Clint resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Every time they went on one of their 'breaks', Bucky dated and flirted with countless girls but when it was just suggested that Nat was interested in someone else, Bucky flew back in a jealous rage. Kid had issues. Clint was quite aware of those issues when he took Nat out on a date in Freshman year, during her first break. Bucky had stormed over and tried to punch Clint in the face. He'd decided that Nat was not worth it and she was a better friend than girlfriend anyway. Living with a girl you were dating was a bad idea all around. And he didn't want lose the trust of the Romanoffs when they'd had taken care of him all these years after his parents died and Barney ran away- Clint didn't think he could ever repay them enough. Though, now that Clint was back to just being best friends with her, he was tired of hearing Natasha rant about how stupid her boyfriend was and whatever she had to say that day about the patriarchy. They either needed to get it together for good or agree that they'd never work out. "I'll see about that," growled Bucky before storming over to Natasha.
"How much you want to bet she punches him?" Steve asked with a small amused smile.
"Nah, she's too occupied with what they're all talking about to give Bucky any real effort," Clint said, taking another look at the table. He could only see the back of Darcy and he wanted to know what they were all talking about. Were they talking about him? Was he really worth a lunchroom conference? He'd take it as a compliment.
"What do you think they're all talking about?" Bruce asked, placing his large textbook and tray of food down. With a frown, he stared at the other table for a moment longer but smiled when Betty waved hello. "Well I'm in the clear," sighed Bruce, waving back and finally sitting down.
"God, what is this for?" Clint asked, diverting their attention to the huge book Bruce was carrying.
"Oh, it's a physics textbook. Thought I'd do some light reading in study hall. It's for one of the classes I'm sitting in at the community college," Bruce shrugged, as if taking an advanced course in university was normal for a high schooler.
"Why are you in high school again?" Steve frowned, flipping through the thin pages.
"We like to humble ourselves by interacting with the plebs. It keeps us down to earth," smirked Tony, earning eyerolls from the whole table.
"My friends, do you know what the maid-" Thor began, Fandral, Volstagg and Hogun at his side but Tony cut him off.
"Clint did something to piss Darcy off. I think they're plotting revenge," Tony said, forgetting that Thor felt because he was dating Darcy's cousin, he was now technically her big brother and was protector of her virtue or something. The stormy look in Thor's eyes reminded everyone. Crossing his arms, Thor looked straight at Clint.
"What did you do?" Thor ground out, the rest of his wrestling brothers starting to copy his stance.
"I didn't do anything. Darcy and I are fine. Honestly. I swear. How do you know they aren't talking about Tony or Bucky?" tried Clint, not wanting to be beaten up at the current moment. Yeah, he was pretty heavy into sports- soccer in the fall, swimming in the spring and he'd started the archery club up himself but he'd seen some of the things these guys did on the mat. He was not going to tell Thor about last night, much less about all the times Darcy had sneaked in through his window for nightly handjobs. While Darcy was far from the innocent girl next door she liked to pretend to be (much to Clint's delight), becoming the varsity wrestling team's personal pretzel was not on his list of things to do.
"You know, he has a point," Tony cut in, deciding keeping Thor from beating Clint up would prevent anyone else at the table from having to join in to stop it. Attention was brought back to the girks' table in question, where Natasha was using a book to swat at Bucky who was grinning like a fool.
"If Darcy tells me of any misdeeds against her virtue, I shall make it my quest to bring you to swift justice," Thor swore before making his way to the lunch line, three friends in tow. Once he was out of earshot, Tony spoke up.
"Why is he talking like that?"
"Didn't you hear? He got the a big role in the Shakespeare play the drama club is putting on. He's trying to keep in character," explained Bruce.
"Well it's weird," Tony frowned, "I hardly understood him with his British accent."
"He's been balancing wrestling and rehearsals like crazy. And Loki's pretty angry that he even tried out but I hear he's really good," Steve offered.
"Yeah, Darcy was talking about going to see it when it starts. Said Thor and Loki had a sword fighting scene. Should be good," Clint said, starting to eat his lunch. Mrs. Romanoff made lunches for him and Nat but sometimes when he was extra hungry, he bought a meal from school. Unwrapping the Russian concoction for the day, Clint was completely unaware of the eyes now on him.
"Speaking of Darcy..." Tony started.
"You haven't said what you did to upset Darcy?" Bucky asked, joining the table again and looking a little smug.
"Did the big bad Senior hurt the little Sophomore's feelings?" Tony asked with an exaggerated pout.
"I didn't upset Darcy," Clint insisted.
"Really? Because she looked upset," Bucky pointed towards the girls' table.
"So spill Barton," said Tony.
"Is this about your nightly handjobs? You not cuddle her enough afterwards?" nudged Bucky.
"Nightly handjobs? What nightly handjobs?" Tony perked up and Steve rolled his eyes at the sudden enthusiasm. With all eyes and a couple of smirks on him, Clint felt the pressure to tell the truth. He'd said it in passing to Bucky and Steve but he'd not told Tony because...well the overly interested expression was reason enough.
"Uh, it, ah, it started off as sleep overs," started Clint. "Last month, Darcy climbed through my bedroom window and spent the night. She's been doing it a few times a week since."
"Darcy's been sneaking into your room to give you handjobs?" Tony said in awe and a too little loudly, earning a shush from Clint, Steve and Bruce. He continued softer. "I've asked Pep to do that but she keeps slapping me."
"No, I mean it didn't start out like that. We just made out and fell asleep. 'Cept past few weeks she uh..."
"Lent you a hand?" Tony finished, moving a loose fist up and and down suggestively.
"Last night for a birthday present she came in with a cupcake and some condoms," Clint decided to be as blunt as possible because no matter what, Tony was going to say something rude. "And...things happened."
"Nice Barton," Tony smirked, lifting a hand for a high five. Clint met it awkwardly. "How many times?"
"Once," Clint grunted, not wanting to continue the conversation with Tony. "You better not tell anyone. Especially Thor because he'll pound me."
"My lips are sealed. But can I say- once? I'd expect better hustle from you, Barton," Tony joked, dodging the balled up napkin Clint threw. "What? Am I the only one who remembers when you hooked up with Laura Jones? You wouldn't shut up about it."
"Well, Darcy's different."
"No offence Clint but I don't think she liked it," Bucky tried to say gently, stealing another look at the talking women.
"What? Of course she liked it," Clint argued, feeling his hackles rise. Truth be told, he was worried she didn't like it. His own excuses for why she left so early sounded hollow, even to him. She'd also been rather still and biting his shoulder hard for a good portion of it and Clint had a feeling it wasn't because she was in complete ecstasy. Normally, she writhed around a bit when he was fingering her but last night had been...really different. Darcy didn't seem herself afterwards and he'd been so blissed out he didn't really notice till the morning.
"That is not a group of women acting out a Sex in the City conversation- which I only know about because Pep made me watch an episode with her. That's a group of women scorned," Tony warned.
"Yeah, they looked pretty serious when I walked over," Bucky said.
"You know what, fuck off," Clint grumbled, trying to ignore the sinking feeling of his gut. Raising his hands in surrender, Bucky hit Tony on the shoulder to stop him from saying anything worse. There was laughter from the other table but all the guys stayed silent. Once the initial awkward lull passed over, Steve spoke up.
"So I've thought up a new strategy for the next game," Steve started, taking out a folded up paper with a bunch of lines, making all the soccer players at the table groan and the science bros snicker.
"Do we really have to?" Darcy frowned. Last night she'd finally had sex with Clint. A couple of weeks ago, she'd decided on her own that she wanted Clint to be her first and with his birthday coming up, it seemed like the perfect opportunity. He was the nicest, sweetest, most understanding and yet still funny, sarcastic guy she'd ever dated. They'd started dating over the summer and she knew she was in love with him. She thought that everything would be perfect. It turned out to be...not exactly what she had expected.
"Yes," Jane insisted.
The actual sex had been really painful, which was a shock to Darcy because everything they had done up until that point had felt great. Clint had been ecstatic and enthusiastic throughout it all and while Darcy had heard that sometimes it hurt a little in the beginning, she thought it was supposed to stop hurting. Instead, it was painful throughout and left her sore. She was pretty sure she'd left a bruise on Clint's shoulder from biting so hard to stop from shouting out in pain. Once Clint had passed out, she'd put her clothes back on and left. By the time she was back home, she'd called up Jane in tears, worried that there was something wrong with her. Clint had sex before so he knew what he was doing but here Darcy was, afraid to do it again. In the end, Jane had calmed enough so Darcy could sleep and then messaged all other girls to meet up at lunch for a talk. To talk about what, Darcy wasn't sure.
"I'm not entirely sure what happened but whatever it was, it was Clint's fault," Natasha said as a form of greeting, placing her packed lunch and a couple of books down on the table across from Darcy.
"It's not-"
"You two had sex last night right?" Natasha cut, always going straight to the point.
"You and Clint had sex?" Pepper asked, eyes wide with excitement as she and Betty joined the table.
"Who had sex?" asked Peggy.
"Clint and Darcy," Jane answered without Darcy's permission and Darcy felt herself grow redder.
"What about Clint and Darcy?" asked Sif, the last one to sit down. "Did you two have a fight? Do I need to put him in a headlock?"
"We really don't have to do this," mumbled Darcy but Jane waved at everyone to quiet down and lean in.
"Just so we're all on the same page, last night Darcy had sex for the first time, with Clint. And it wasn't as great as she was hoping so she's blamed herself. I thought we should all get together and talk to her about it."
"Oh, don't worry, there's nothing wrong with you," Natasha assured, joined by the other girls at the table.
"How do you know that?" asked Darcy.
"First off, we're all older than you so we know best," Pepper smiled.
"Tell us what happened," Peggy ordered gently.
"Well, I snuck over like I have been doing the past couple of months," Darcy began.
"Wait, you've been sneaking to his place at night?" asked Betty.
"Yeah well," Darcy said, this time a little smug, "I thought it would be a fun surprise at the beginning and we just cuddled and fell asleep. It was really nice."
"Aw," Jane smiled encouragingly.
"And it escalated from there," shrugged Darcy, avoiding everyone's gazes.
"Escalated?" Sif repeated, looking at Darcy with a suggestive smirk.
"I gave him some handjobs," Darcy said, before biting her lip to keep from giggling.
"How could you not have told us about this?" Pepper asked, slightly affronted that she wasn't one of the first to know.
"I wanted to I just...didn't want to annoy you all by bragging or something."
"It's not annoying to keep us updated on your sex life," says Pepper, folding a napkin neatly on her lap. "If you're climbing through a guy's window for sexual tête-à-têtes, we want to know about it."
"How was it?" Betty asked.
"Uh, well, he enjoyed it," smiled Darcy, feeling a little more at ease. "And he's really big on reciprocating." That brought a friendly 'ohh' from most of the girls at the table and Darcy buried her face in the long sleeves of her sweater with a laugh. Even though other girls at school occasionally whispered about how much of a slut she was behind her back (not that she had done much with any guy besides Clint but how else could they explain why a Senior and sports god was interested in her), Darcy was sort of proud what she and Clint had done. It made her feel more of an adult. Their mutual pleasure wasn't something she felt she needed to be ashamed about. At least, she was proud except for last night.
"And what about last night?" Natasha pushed, knowing that questions on Clint's dick size were near and she really didn't want to hear about the package of the guy she considered a brother.
"I brought a cupcake and some condoms. We shared the cupcake and then had sex. It wasn't...as good as I had hoped," Darcy said slowly, slouching. "It just hurt. From the moment he tried...going in, then when he was inside, till it was over. I thought it would stop hurting but it didn't and I was just sore after. It's not supposed to be like that is it?" asked Darcy, though it was more resigned than an actual question. Jane rubbed a comforting hand up and down Darcy's back and Darcy couldn't help but lay her head on Jane's shoulder.
"Let me tell you right now, it's not your fault so get any of those thoughts out of your head," Natasha promised.
"Yeah, it hurts the first time. That's nothing new," Betty said knowledgeably. It wouldn't have surprised Darcy if Betty had read as many books as she could on the subject at Jane's request. "With some women it may stop hurting during but with others, it just hurts the whole time. The soreness and slight bleeding afterwards isn't something to be too worried about."
"You're not still bleeding are you?" Natasha asked and Darcy shook her head no. Betty continued.
"A number of factors can contribute to the pain. Penis size, you being too tight because you're nervous, not relaxed enough, not aroused enough, just new to it all, not enough lubrication or just clumsiness on the man's part," listed Betty and Darcy was surprised that she could keep a straight face while saying all of this.
"So penis size?" Peggy asked with a smirk and Natasha groaned.
"Can you talk about this when I'm not around. I really don't want to know about anything below Clint's belt," frowned Natasha. "But yeah, none of it was your fault."
"I guess I just thought that Clint had sex before and he acted like he knew what he was doing so if I didn't like it then it was because my junk was broken or something.
"You're not broken. Guys watch porn and suddenly think their experts at sex," Natasha said, looking like there was something bitter in her mouth. "Porn has nothing to do with real women. Each woman likes different things and you just need to experiment to find what you like. Practice makes perfect for both parties. I blame the patriarchy for making women feel like it's automatically their fault if they don't feel good when usually it's the guy not caring about foreplay."
"Speaking of the patriarchy," Peggy laughed after watching Betty wave hello to Bruce. The girls looked over to see Bucky walking over.
"I swear to god-" Nat mumbled and then started to curse in Russian.
"Terry Prepton? Really Nat? He's a douche," Bucky announced, standing tall behind Natasha so she had to strain her neck to look at him.
"You should know. What with you being King of the Douches."
"You don't mean that."
"Don't I?"
"What's this bullshit I hear about you bringing Prepton to Clint's party? I thought we were going together," Bucky crossed his arms over his chest and frowned at Natasha.
"I thought you were taking Emily Palmer," Natasha accused and for a split second, Bucky looked guilty.
"Her? I don't care about her. I care about you sweetie," Bucky put a hand on his chest and gave Natasha a suave smile. It only make Natasha angrier.
"You're a pig, Barnes."
"How am I a pig?"
"Every time you want to take a break it's so you can see how many girls will let you stick your tongue down their throat. Then when I even look at someone else, you start trying to throw punches. Get over yourself Bucky."
"That's not true-"
"Yes it is."
"Well can you blame me? Prepton's a dick. He isn't good enough for you."
"And you are?"
"Yeah."
"You are so full of yourself," Natasha said completely exasperated, burying her face in her arms on the table.
"So, you're going with me to Clint's party?"
"I don't have a choice, do I? You're going to fight whoever I want to take. You are such an infant," sighed Natasha, making Bucky grin broadly.
"I love you too Nat," he said, laughing when she started to swat at him with one of her books. "Pick me up yeah? I'm still fixing the engine in my car."
"Fine, whatever, just leave. I'm trying to have a conversation."
"Whatever you say darling," smiled Bucky, kissing the top of Natasha's head and walking away with an extra spring in his step.
"That's patriarchy: 1, Natasha: 0," Peggy laughed.
"We're here to talk about Darcy, not me," Natasha said loudly, close to yelling. "Now Darcy, like everything, practice makes perfect. If you want to enjoy sex, you're going to have to experiment with Clint. Just tell him that it hurt. He's decent so he'll listen to what you want to try. Here are some blogs that may help. Dodson and Ross have a good vlog and here are the titles I thought you should look up. Oh, don't listen to them if your parents can hear. On another note, I thought these books might help." Looking at the books that Natasha had brought, Darcy read the titles out loud.
"Our Bodies, Ourselves. He's a Stud, She's a Slut and 49 Other Double Standards Every Woman Should know. What You Really, Really Want, The Smart Girl's Shame Free Guide to Sex and Safety. A little surprised you didn't give me The Joy of Sex while you were at it," Darcy joked, flipping through the books.
"Bucky has a copy if you really want to take a look. I wouldn't touch it without gloves though."
"If you really, really want it, you can give me the money and I'll buy a copy for you. People tend not to joke about if they think you can beat them up for a ill placed joke," Sif offered.
"Have you thought about birth control?" Peggy wondered, grabbing one of the books and slowly turning the pages. "If you want to experiment, better make sure you're not going to get pregnant."
"Well, I don't know. I need to get my parents permission right? I don't know if I'm ready to tell them yet," Darcy sighed.
"When do you turn 16? There's a clinic that will give you birth control without a parent's signature if you're 16," Natasha stated.
"I turn 16 in April."
"Oh," Natasha tried to think of other ways.
"Talk to the nurse," Betty stated. "She'll probably know what you can do. Ask for Nancy. She's really nice and will give you loads of pamphlets and some condoms. Also, she's not going to talk to your parents if you don't want her to."
"Thanks guys, it really means a lot to me," Darcy smiled.
"Remember, it's not your fault. You're just new to it. Clint's also new, don't let his bragging about his accomplishments fool you. He only had sex twice with Laura," assured Natasha.
"Yeah and Laura talked about how bad he was," Pepper snickered.
"Bruce stumbled a lot during our first time," Betty remembered fondly.
"So did Hogun," joined Sif.
"Took ages before Steve found the courage to even touch my breats. When we had sex, Steve kept on asking if every tiny thing he did was okay. He still sometimes does it. It's kind of annoying," Peggy explained but her expression softened. "Sweet but occasionally annoying."
"Bucky had no clue what he was doing. I had to help him put on the condom. Tell everyone," Natasha commanded, making the whole table laugh. All their stories made Darcy feel infinitely better. Everything that Darcy had read and heard from the other girls around school was that the first time was supposed to be amazing and that she wouldn't be able to bear being away from Clint. It was a relief to hear that it wasn't always the case and even if it didn't happen like that, it still wasn't her fault.
"I can top that," challenged Pepper. "Tony cried when he saw my breasts. You can only imagine that everything when downhill after that."
"Jane? What about you?" Betty questioned, noticing that Jane had been rather quiet.
"Oh, well, it was nice," Jane shrugged, a little embarrassed that her story didn't match the others.
"Nice?" Natasha raised an eyebrow. Everyone else leaned in, except for Darcy who already knew the details.
"Yeah, Thor was very gentle and sweet and it was a great first time. Not too much pain and we both enjoyed it," Jane gave a small smile.
"You always need an exception to every rule," Pepper stated with a raised eyebrow before turning to Darcy. "So come on, spill. Penis?" Darcy couldn't help but lean back and laugh. Sometimes she wondered if Pepper was spending a little too much time with Tony.