S O, S O, Ch
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If anyone tries to tell me that Civil War won't technically be Stucky vs. Stony I will laugh at their face. Just saying.
Steve drops Bucky at the nurses office and, with an awkward 'I hope you feel better', walks out, rubbing the back of his head.
Dr. Erkistine takes one look at him and shakes his head.
"James, you are here way too often."
"Trust me. I know. We're practically on a first name basis."
The nurse(but everyone calls him 'Doctor') eyes him.
"Halfway. You call me by my first name. I just call you Doc."
"And I would rather you didn't, but. There seems to be no changing that."
"Damn right."
Doc looks at him. "Language." He admonishes.
"Dang right."
The doctor sighs and feels Bucky's ankle.
"It's a sprain-"
"I swear if you just give me a band aid like last time-"
"James. It was a paper cut."
"A damn big one."
"Language."
"A frikin big one."
"It wasn't deeper than the width of a sheet of paper."
"I still have the scar! Right here!" He goes to show Doc his hand. The doctor pushes him away.
"You, James, are ridiculous."
•••
"So. What did you need me for?" Drawls Hawkeye, looking and Natasha with a smirk.
She rolls her eyes. "I need you to sit down, shut up, and do your work."
He looks at her in disbelief. "Alrighty then." He mutters, looking back to his paper, which only has his name written on it in chicken scratch.
As he begins writing the first answer, Steve walks in and Nat jumps up.
"Is Bucky okay? Is-"
"He's fine. He seemed to be getting along with the doctor just fine when I left.
"See? There he is now." Steve points to where Bucky is hobbling in on crutches.
Nat sighs and walks over to Bucky and whacks his arm. "Barnes, you dumbass, why the hell are you so accident prone?"
"Cuz I don't have my lucky cricket?"
"Are we seriously still on that?"
"We're always gonna be on that."
"James. Now that you're back, why don't you restart on the questions?"
"Mrs-!"
"And thank you, Steven, for helping James out."
"Just Steve."
Bucky clomps back to his seat and sits down with the rest of his group.
"I'm telling you, when she was writing the pass, I wanted to see why she was always on her computer and I looked and I saw-"
"-It was porn, wasn't it?"
Everyone looks at Clint.
"What? We were all thinking it."
Tony tilts his head side to side.
"True."
"As I was saying," Bucky looks pointedly at Hawkeye. "She was watching fucking Supernatural."
Nat looks at him.
"You're kidding."
"Nope. Steve saw it. Right Steve?" He turns to the blonde haired senior who had turned back to his work.
"Huh?" He looks up from his writing.
"You saw Mrs. Lenore was watching Supernatural?"
Steve looks at him for a moment, head tilted to the side before, "Oh. Yeah." He goes back to his work.
Bucky frowns. 'Pay attention to me, bitch.'
Nat nudges him with a cat like smile.
"Still in denial?" She whispers into his ear.
He pushes her away.
Hawkeye leans over the desks, across Bucky's desk (excuse you) and looks at Steve's paper.
"You don't with that?" He makes a grabbing gesture towards the work.
Steve rolls his eyes.
"This is why you have no goals in life."
"Hey," Clint grins. "I tried once. I failed miserably. And remember what the moral of this lesson is?"
"Never try." Steve replied monotonously, like he's head this question over 400 times, handing his paper to Clint.
"Damn straight." Hawkeye grabs the paper triumphantly, sitting back down and pulling out his phone, taking a picture of Steve's work, before handing it back.
Bucky turns to Natasha.
"Why don't you ever give me the answers?"
"Because, Barnes, I care. If I give you my work, you'll never get anywhere in life." Side eyeing Hawkeye as she said this.
"...?"
"...And I want to watch you suffer."
"That sounds about right. I was starting to wonder-"
"Who are you and what did you do with my crazed Nat?" She interrupts.
"Yep." Says Bucky, popping the 'p'.
"Speaking of crazy, Wilson was at it again. He said Hawkeye and I were fucking in another universe." Her voice drops as she says this.
Bucky frowns.
"Wilson? As in Sam Wilson?"
"No you dolt. Wade- Holy shit. I just realized. They do have the same last name." Nat gapes.
"Slade also has the-"
"I don't need more of you're DC obsession, geek."
"Disney nerd."
Mrs. Lenore looks at their table, frowning.
"Guys. What did I say about using your own knowledge?"
"We do it ourselves?" Natasha asks sweetly.
"Exactly. Now I need to go back to grading-"
"Grading what? How good that episode of Supernatural is?" Steve drawls.
Bucky's head whips around. 'Shit. He speaks.'
The teacher looks at him, grinning.
"You really think I'm gonna sit here and grade papers? If I'm going to be here, might as well do something worthwhile."
"Like obsessing over Destiel?" Clint snorts.
"I'm just worried about why the hell do you know that." Tony looks his way.
"I have free time." Hawkeye defends.
"Do you obsess over Destiel?" Steve grins.
"Occasionally."
"Is this why you never get stuff done?"
Bucky gapes. Bruce talked? 'Shit's getting more and more serious. Pretty soon they'd be discussing who slept with who.'
"No."
"So basically yes."
Hawkeye glares at Steve.
"Shut the fuck up, Golden Boy. Like you don't do shit in your free time."
Steve smiles an overly bright smile and looks back down.
"Is everyone done? I assume everyone's done, as you're all talking." Mrs. Lenore stands up and holds a stack of papers. "Now, I've prepared a short assignment for homework today. It's really easy-"
"How easy?" Bucky asks, narrowing his eyes.
"It's really, really easy-"
"On a scale of one to kindergarten?" Clint asks suspiciously.
"Like... Second grade." The teacher answers.
Clint makes a face and Steve leans far back into the chair, throwing his head back in a jerky(adorable) way, rolling his eyes.
Nat stabs the desk aggressively. Bucky slams him head on the desk.
Bruce looks on, nearly expressionless. Tony just sits there with an 'I-got-this' look on his face.
"We haven't even leaned anything yet." Hisses Bucky into Natasha's ear.
She nods in agreement and goes back to stabbing the desk.
"Guys. You could finish this in fifth period tomorrow if you wanted to."
All the students attention snaps to the teacher.
She laughs.
"What? You think I'm not aware of how you students work.?" She begins passing out the worksheets.
Clint holds up his worksheet, wrinkling his nose.
"This... This seems to require us to use our intelligence to do it."
Steve shorts loudly.
"What intelligence?"
Clint reaches over and trys to whack Steve. Steve catches Hawkeye's wrist and pushes him back.
Bucky feels a strange amount of satisfaction.
Nat beside him frowns. He leans over.
"Upset bae didn't win?" He drawls.
"Happy bae won?" She shoots back. He shuts up. Nat smiles and pats Bucky on the shoulder.
"I'm thinking... I could buy a shit load of chocolate with 50 bucks..." She mutters into his ear.
He purses his lips.
"I'm betting you'd rather get the chocolates from Hawkeye... On..., say, February 14th..."
She flicks him in the forehead.
He retaliates by pulling her hair.
"You gotta drive back," He gestures to his ankle. "I'm kinda immobile."
"You lazy bitch. Next thing you know, you're gonna be asking me to carry you to the car."
He sits up. "Will you?"
"Fuck no." She looks at for a second, a grin sliding onto her lips. "But... Maybe Stevie will." She says it loud enough that everyone at the table can hear it.
Bucky's eyes widen in mortification. He feels heat rising to his face and he suddenly want to hide under the desk.
Steve's gotten strangely still and is focusing intently on his hands, and the jitter in his right leg seems to have gotten worse.
Bucky looks at Natasha.
'I will kill you.' He mouths angrily.
She gives a Uhuh.-suuure-you-will face and he flips her off.
He turns awkwardly back to the rest of the group.
Tony's looking at him and giving his the 'niccccccceeeee' hand gesture, and then mouths 'get some.'
Bucky flushes and turns away.
'The universe hates me. The universe fucking hates me. What did I ever do?'
He then remembers how in second grade he had broken into his neighbor's house and eaten old Mrs. May's cookies.
The old hag probably cursed him.
But they were really good.
'It was totally worth it.'
He looks back around the table.
'It wasn't worth it.'
If she randomly died...accidently, would he have a semi-normal life, free of mortifying moments?
'No,' he decides. She'd probably come back to haunt him and pull down his pants at random moments and make him trip over nothingness.
He stands up abruptly, intent of going to the bathroom, but forgets about his ankle.
"Oh shit." He stumbles and Steve reaches out and catches him.
'Fuck.
Dude. You have gorgeous eyes.
Shit.
I'm 44444% done with me.'
Still holding on to his bicep with on hand, Steve reaches down and wordlessly hands Bucky.
Bucky accepts it awkwardly and limps to the teacher, asking(begging, really) if he could go to the bathroom. Mrs. Lenore looks at him and gives him an amused smile.
"Sure thing, James."
"Just Bucky." He mumbles on his way out the door.
"You're fucking stupid. How could you do- it was Nat's fault. Totally Nat's fault." He says out loud in the hallway while making his way to the bathroom.
He groans loudly. "Damnit, Nat! I'm gonna go jump off a bridge."
"Falling off train bridges doesn't work too well for you, man."
He whips his head around.
It's Wade.
"Fuck, man. You almost gave me a heart attack."
"I'm just saying, you and train bridges don't mix well."
"Wha'?"
"Unless, I mean, you find the idea of becoming a brainwashed, sad hobo-trash looking, Russian assassin appealing."
"Um-"
"But you'd get a wicked metal arm. And an awesome romance with-nope. Spoilers!" Wade squeals randomly and pats Bucky on the shoulder. "You'll survived this. I mean, I've gotten my head chopped off before so-"
"You what!?"
"Noo, stupid. Not in this universe- Oh. You sneaky bastard. Trying to get more of the story. Well, I have some news for you. No. No spoilers. That'd ruin the surprise." With that he walks off, leaving one very confused, conflicted Bucky alone in the middle of the hallway.
"Where does that guy even come from? Does he just wander the halls waiting to jump some poor, innocent, unsuspecting person?"
With that thought Bucky gets to the bathroom as fast as possible, looking in each of the stalls, making sure Wade wasn't hiding somewhere.
He stays in the bathroom as long possible, checking the weather, reading the school's online calendar for the month, so on, until he gets a text from Nat.
Natty: The fuck are you?
Me: Nowhere
Natty: You're still in the bathroom, aren't you?
Me: It's not like you can just come in here and get me out.
Natty: Do you wanna bet?
Me: I've had just about enough of your bets to last me a lifetime.
Me: 4 times over.
Natty: Get your ass in class.
Natty: Stevie looks worried about you.
Bucky's breath hitches.
Me: Shut da fuck up
Natty: You don't believe me?
Me: Ha.
Me: No.
Natty: Looks like you'll have to come back and see if I'm lying or not.
Me: Bitch.
Natty: Hurry up.
With an annoyed hiss, Bucky gets up and exists the bathroom.
'Why.
Why?
WHY?'
He contemplates skipping, but then he realizes, like the dumbass he is, he left his bag in the classroom. Nat wouldn't get it for him. She wants him to get to class.
He scowls and gets back to the classroom.
"That took a while, you okay, buddy?" Tony hollers, looking back at him.
Bucky just sends him a smile and clomps back to his chair, internally cursing the universe, and Mrs. May.
He goes the long way around the table to his side, just to avoid even breathing in Steve's direction.
He starts to sit down but then,
"Wow. Hold up. Be careful. Don't want to fall into Stevie's arms again, do we?" Hawkeye asks, grinning.
"Fuck you."
"Language." Steve mutters under his breath.
"Huh?"
"Nothing." He says quickly.
Bucky plops into his seat, avoiding eye contact with Steve.
"No. But seriously. Are- are you guys paying attention to me? Guys? Stucky!"
Both Steve and Bucky snap their attention to Hawkeye.
They side eye each other.
Bucky tries to keep his blush under control. When he blushes his nose turns bright red first, and is the last to fade. Nat calls him 'Rudolf'.
Hawkeye continues.
"You'd be so adorable together-"
He pauses at Steve and Bucky's facial expressions. He looks around the table, and tugs and Natasha's wrist.
"'Tasha! Back me up! Wouldn't they be adorable together?"
Nat smirks.
"They'd be perfect." She says, rolling the 'r'.
Steve looks down, embarrassed.
"I'm straight." He mutters.
Bucky looks at him.
"Bitch."
Steve jerks his head in Bucky's direction.
Nat pats Bucky's shoulder.
"He's openly, 400 percent gay."
Steve looks down.
"I never said anything about being against it. I just said that-"
"Bullshit!" Hawkeye snorts. "You might be new to the school, but you're not new to me. If anything you're bi. Or questioning."
Steve purses his lips and glares at Hawkeye.
Clint, clearly understanding the hidden message behind the glare, clamps his mouth shut, leaving the rest of them wondering, 'what was the glare supposed to mean?'
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