A/N: So... Thanks for reading and stuff! Here's the 2nd chapter!
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Same old, same old Ch. 2
'Do I call Nat and face the wrath of a Disney nut, or do I not and suffer in silence?' Bucky considered his options carefully.
'The wrath of a Disney maniac it is.'
He dials Nat's number and waits.
Pretty soon Natasha's groggy voice spoke into the phone.
"You better have a real good reason for waking me up at 4 in the morning, Barnes."
Bucky sniffles.
"Bucky? Are you okay? What happened? Did-"
"Wally!" He groans into the phone.
"... You... You're calling me at 4 am because of a TV show?"
"He died. Birdflash will never sail." He wails.
"Barnes. Did you just. I cannot right now. Did you rewatch the last episode? You know you shouldn't do that, you turn into an emotional wreck."
"Birdflash."
"Barnes, it was never canon."
"It was hinted throughout the series." Bucky insisted
"Barnes."
"Yeah, yeah."
"It's 4am."
"You made that pretty clear."
"It's fucking four a.m.."
"Yes, Nat."
"You're driving us to school tomorrow." She grumbles.
"Sure."
"Don't be late."
"No promises."
"Don't think your off the hook."
"We're gonna be listening to Disney the entire 40 minutes, aren't we?"
"You bet your ass."
"'K"
"And Barnes? Go to bed. I can't have you falling asleep on the second day because of Young Justice."
"It's a good show." He defends.
"Go to bed."
•••
'Oh shit, shit, shit.' Bucky flies out of the bed, grabbing his clothes and changing on the way down the stairs.
"Keys... Keys, keys..." He mutters, patting his jeans.
He bolts back up the stairs into his room, triumphantly lifting them into the air.
He drags his backpack behind him, hollering a 'Bye, Mom!' Before running out the house, slamming the door, and jogging out to his car.
•••
"You're late."
"Nat! I ran a red light for you!"
"Still late." She counters, jumping into the passenger seat. "Hurry up."
"Yes ma'am." He mutters.
She looks at him.
"If you weren't driving, I'd hit you." She states taking out her iPhone 6 and going on Spotify, clicking the dreaded Disney playlist (its not that he hates Disney, Nat just over does it).
'Hakuna Matata' began blaring out of the speakers, and he sighs, leaning back and igniting the engine.
"Hey. Remember our little bet? 'Cuz I do."
"Yeah, Nat. You never forget a bet."
"Damn right."
"Doesn't mean you win every bet."
She cocks an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
"I'm already planning what to spend it on."
She smiles predatorily. "I never lose a bet." 'I just don't always play nice.'
Bucky grins at her. "Well, there's a first for everything."
"Maybe. Maybe not."
"You seem awfully confident for something that has to do with my emotions."
Nat just keeps smiling.
Bucky feels his nerves chaffing. Nat's smile was one of someone who already knew the outcome. As if she already had everything planned out.
"You know-"
"Were rules ever established?"
"No but-"
"Exactly. Too late now, the bet's made." She goes back to her phone.
Bucky looks at her. And back to the road, then back to her.
"You..."
"Barnes. Do I look like a witch?"
'That's debatable.'
"I do not have a love potion. I'm not part of a Disney movie."
"Okay. That's really debatable."
She pinches him.
"Chill, sunshine."
She shrugs.
"Hey Barnes. Question."
"'M?"
"If I was a-"
"-Disney character, who would you be?"
"Yep." She says, wrinkling her nose at Bucky for interrupting her.
"And don't say Ariel. Just because I have red hair doesn't mean I'm some love sick teenager."
Bucky cocks an eyebrow.
"Really?"
She glares at him.
"I'd probably go with Mulan." He says quickly.
She smiles, satisfied.
"You, Barnes, would be the grandma."
"The dumbass that crosses the road while covering her eyes and shit?"
Nat smirks at him.
"Are you saying you don't do that?"
"No."
"Exactly. You're Mulan's grandma."
"I'm your grandma? Sweet."
"You're wrinkly and old."
"No! I can be a hot grandma."
"Sure, Barnes."
"Yes, yes I can." He insists.
"Barnes. Chill."
"Her grandma is fucking awesome."
"I thought she was a dumbass?"
"But clearly according to you, I'm a dumbass too, so, better own it."
"I'm done with you."
"Love you too."
"You better."
•••
The bell rang, and Bucky jumped out of his seat and met up with Nat.
"P.E. it is."
"We have to dress out today." Says Nat, wrinkling her nose.
"That's the thing about P.E. you dress out so you don't get your actual clothes dirty."
"It's still hideous."
"Would you be having this problem if Hawkeye wasn't in the class?"
"Shut up." She punches Bucky in the arm.
He smirks at her.
They walk into their separate ways to the girls and boys locker rooms. The locker room is slowly filling with people.
Bucky quickly changed into the baggy light blue gym shorts and a thin grey t shirt with the initials 'S. H. I. E. L. D.' On the front, going diagonally down from left to right. On the back of the shirt was the mascot, an eagle.
As he's putting up his hair into a messy bun, he makes the mistake of looking at Steve Rogers.
'Holy sweet mother of God.'
'Shit. Look away, look away.
I am looking away.
God Barnes. You're so awkward.'
He ties his P. E. shoes and flexes his left foot. 'Ow.'
The sharp whistle from outside signals that they had to hurry up.
The girls were already out. With a collective shout, they yell,
"Get your lazy asses out here. We've been waiting for hours."
An unspoken unanimous agreement swept through the guys.
The girls and boys stared at each other.
'This is war.'
There would now be a competition, in the locker rooms, and outside, to see 'who would get out first?'
"Now that you boys have graced us with your presence, you'll be sitting on the right side of the gym. In alphabetical order." Mr. Haydack spoke up, a slight smile twitching on his lips.
'Won't be sitting next to Rogers.' He thinks with satisfaction. 'Take that, Nat.'
He ended up sitting next to Hawkeye.
After awkwardly making eye contact a couple times, Hawkeye clears his throat.
"So, um. What's up with the red head?"
"Wha'?"
"She fucking hates me."
"No, no-"
"What'd I do? I don't even know her! Hell, I've never talked to her."
"Nah, she just does that to everyone."
"She seems pretty chill around you."
"I've known her for a while. The first time I talked to her, she threatened to choke me."
"Nice."
"The pretty ones are always the crazy ones."
"Oh. You are a-?" Hawkeye makes wild hand gestures.
"Ah, hell no. Oh God." Bucky shudders at the thought. "Never bring that up again."
"Gladly."
"What?"
"What?"
They both look at each other.
"Barton! Barnes!" The coach yells.
They both shut up and look forwards.
"Now, now that I have everyone's attention," Coach Haydack looks straight at Bucky and Hawkeye. "We'll be playing dodge ball."
The room erupted into shouts.
Haydack whistled loudly. "I will be choosing the teams!"
The room quiets down.
•••
The only people in Bucky's team left are himself and Nat.
On Hawkeye's team, Hawkeye and Steve Rogers.
Or that's what he thought before Rogers nailed him in the gut.
'You little shit.' He thinks at Steve's grinning face as he walks to the bleachers.
"Nat! Avenge me!" He hollers over his shoulder.
She just rolls her eyes.
She soon gets Steve out and Bucky makes a point of making a you-get-me-out-you-mess-up look at him.
Nat vs. Hawkeye.
'If she doesn't win, she's gonna be real pissed.'
The game goes on before they hit each other at the same time.
They pause, panting.
Nat glares at him, the how-dare-you-tie-with-me-I'm-the-best glare, and Hawkeye smirks lightly before turning to his team.
"Whoo! Sign me up for the next war!" Bucky says in a high pitched voice in Nat's ear.
"Piss off." She shoves him.
He puts a hand over his heart. "Mulan! I'm ashamed of you! To treat your grandma like this! What would your mother say?"
"I'm done with you."
"Nerd."
"Geek."
•••
Natasha left Loki and Bucky in the cafeteria and trailed Sam Wilson.
He entered the boys bathroom and she waited near the entrance. After a good 20 minutes 'Geez, what's he doing in there?', Same walks out and she drags him into the hallway."
"WHAT THE-"
Nat covers his mouth.
"Shh!" She hisses. "We don't want anyone to hear us."
"Do I know you?"
"We have a problem."
"We do?"
"My bet."
"Listen. Lady. I have no idea whatsoever-"
"The one I made with Bucky!"
"Care to elaborate?"
She rolls her eyes. Of course she chose an idiot to help with this issue.
"I made a bet that by the end of the year, Bucky would like Steve Rogers. 50 bucks."
Sam's eyes widen in understanding.
"Oh. Well then. Bucky's the emo one in green?"
"What? No! That's Loki. He's not emo. Bucky's the one with the hideous hair."
"You're such a good friend."
"So. You're gonna help me?"
"With what?"
"I don't know, genius. Obviously get Steve to talk to Bucky or something. Bucky won't have a crush crush on someone unless they interact."
"You seem very desperate."
"And you're enjoying this."
"Yeah."
"So-"
"Do you also want me to get Hawkeye to talk to you?" Sam grins.
Her eyes. "Wha'-"
"Chill," he interrupts. "I only know cuz I'm observant. The rest, especially Clint have thick headed."
"You're such a good friend."
"Is that a yes?"
"Nah. I wanna let it play out."
Sam looks at her weirdly.
"In an alternate universe, Clint and Natasha are fucking."
Sam and Natasha whirl around to see Wade Wilson walking away.
"Remind me again why this kid isn't in an asylum?" Sam asks.
Natasha shakes her head.
"Okay, Sam. I gotta go. Nice talking to you." She walks off.
Sam shakes his head. "Talking. So that's what we're calling this now."
•••
"My foot hurts." Bucky complains to Natasha as they walked to sixth period.
"Which one?"
"The left. Since P.E.."
"Barnes. I'm sure its nothing. Just suck it up like a big boy and quit complaining."
"The shit hurts!"
"You're never sympathetic when I'm on my period, so-"
"That's cus you never tell me when-"
"You always know."
"But you never complain!"
"Exactly."
"I hate you."
"'Cuz I'm always right?"
"Yes."
They walk into the science room as soon as the tardy bell rang. They look at Mrs. Lenore.
She shakes her head. "You were in the classroom. Just sit down."
"I like her." Nat mutters in Bucky's ear.
They walk over to group four and sit down.
Steve looks up and smiles at them. Bucky smiles awkwardly back.
Nat looked at both of them, satisfied. 'Looks like Wilson already started on his part.'
"Okay class, turn to page 380 in your textbooks. You'll be doing this assessment so I can see how much you actually know." With that the teacher goes back to her computer.
"Nat. My ankle seriously hurt."
She sighs. "What did you do to it."
"I don't know."
"Oh course, you never do."
"James, I hope we aren't discussing answers."
"No, Mrs."
The teacher looks at him, unconvinced.
"Come here for a second, please."
"Sure thing." He turns around and makes a face at Natasha.
Nat suppress a laugh.
He takes a few steps, wincing, before his ankle gives out and he collapses.
The teacher is up in seconds.
"James? James! Are you alright!"
"My ankle." Bucky groans pathetically.
Nat looks at him, half worried, half amused.
"You're going to the nurse."
Natasha smirks. Barnes was making this too easy. 'Just choose Rogers to help him-'
"Clinton, would you help James to the nurse?"
Natasha almost rips her hair out. 'Are you FUCKING kidding me?'
"Um, Mrs.," she clears her throat. "I actually need Clint for something. Why doesn't Steve take Bucky?"
Bucky looks at her.
"You little shit." He mouths.
She smiles sweetly at the teacher, who nods in agreement.
"Yes, Steve is more fit to..." She murmurs to herself.
"Hey!" Hawkeye says indigently.
"Okay, let me write you boys a pass." She turns while Steve gets up and awkwardly helps Bucky to his feel.
Nat internally dies.
Bucky hobbles to the desk with Steve and the students begin calling out.
"Good luck!"
"Good luck?"
"I dunno. What do you say when this happens?"
"Break a leg!" Hawkeye hollers.
Bucky whips his head around, unimpressed, but then,
"If it wasn't me, I'd actually laugh." He admits.
Steve eyes Hawkeye, shakes his head, grabs the pass and walks out with Bucky.
'He's practically carrying him.' Natasha grins.
'So easy. So fucking easy.'
A/N: End of chapter 2! Tell me what you think(please!)
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