Hey! I'm liking writing this so far :) If anyone has any ideas with little sub-plots I can throw in, please message me! I'm having lots of ideas myself, but inspiration is always wanted. I really hope you don't mind, but WinterWitch will be pretty slowburn in this. Can you guys guess the other pairings I have lined up for this?

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-Chapter 3-

She was heading to Mr. Ward's class alone since she'd had to stop to get her English notes from her locker. Jane and Darcy had offered to wait up, but she insisted they go ahead. Her locker was only down the next hall.

After she grabbed her stuff, she walked quickly down the hall so she wouldn't be late. Unfortunately after she went around one corner she collided with a brown-haired boy. Said boy dropped his books and muttered, "Damn."

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" she stammered, picking up his stuff for him.

His eyes softened, and he said, "Don't worry about it. Happens all the time. I should really look where I'm going."

She handed the books back. "Well, I was the one flooring it down the hallway."

"Thanks." He took them. Then he looked her up and down, as if he hadn't really seen her yet. "Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you."

"Oh, yeah," she answered lamely, hoping she wouldn't miss the bell. "I'm Wanda."

He furrowed his brow for a second before he seemed to suddenly realize who she was. "Oh, Wanda! Great to meet you finally. I'm Bucky." He shifted his stuff to one arm to shake her hand.

She shook the offered hand and smiled. So this was Bucky… He was nice so far, like the others. "It's nice to meet you too."

"You'll be at the movie night Friday, right?" He asked.

"Yes," she answered.

"Good." he nodded. "Me too. Definitely come, Jane throws great movie nights. She's got it down to a science."

She laughed. "She's kind of a mom friend, isn't she?"

He chuckled. "Yes, she is. When we all turn 21 we've already dubbed her as our designated driver."

She nodded, imagining Jane shepherding their drunk friends to a big minivan. Or maybe they'd rent a bus…

The bell rang, and she inwardly groaned. "Noooo, I can't be late on the second day!"

Bucky seemed to only panic for a second. Then he smirked, grabbing a tissue and a packet of ketchup from his bag. "Tony taught me this trick." he grabbed her arm when she tried to turn and run to class. "If you go now you'll just be marked late." he reasoned.

"If I don't go I'll be marked absent."

He shrugged. "That's why you're going. Give me a second." He opened the ketchup packet and smeared it on his nose and the tissue, then held the "bloodied" tissue over his nose. The empty packet was tossed into a nearby trash can.

"Okay, so here's the plan…."

"Mr. Ward?" She directed Bucky by his elbow through the door to the class. "I found him in the hall. I'm taking him to the nurse."

The teacher looked from her to the bloodied student, and seemed to nod. "Alright. Come back right after."

After they left the classroom, and Bucky made a show of tipping his head back to stop the "bleeding," Wanda broke down laughing in the hallway while he grinned.

"Brilliant." she said.

"Tony never ceases to amaze." He nodded. "Now we have to do my teacher."

They pulled the same feat on Mrs. May, and she was instructed to really make it convincing, because apparently Mrs. May was much better at detecting that sort of thing. Thankfully, she fell for it. If she didn't, she didn't say anything.

They stopped at the water fountain so he could wash off the ketchup. "You're going to smell like french fries." she pointed out.

He shrugged. "At least my mom won't kill me for being late again."

Wanda nodded. Her father probably wouldn't even care. Pietro would, however. And the last thing she wanted to do was disappoint him. "Now what?"

"You should go to class now. If anyone asks you, you just took me to the nurse and came back. I'll handle the rest. I'll go back to class in a few minutes so it's less suspicious." He told her. "It was only a nosebleed."

She nodded. "See you at lunch, Barnes."

"See ya, Maximoff."

"I can't believe you guys pulled that on Mrs. May. She has eyes in the back of her eyes!" Tony was incredulous.

Bucky popped a grape in his mouth. "It was pretty easy. You should know - it's your trick."

"What did the teacher say when you returned with a perfectly normal nose?" Bruce asked.

"Really bad nosebleed."

The conversation switched and pretty soon Jane and Pepper were practically begging her to try out for soccer with them.

"It'll be so much fun!" Pepper pleaded. "Jane and I did it last year, but we only made the freshman team."

"I'm going to suck. I've never played a school sport before." Wanda was still unsure.

"Worst comes to worst you don't make the team." Jane told her.

"And make us look better by comparison." Jane kicked Pepper in the shins, but Wanda just laughed.

"I still don't know, guys."

Just then, Tony turned to her and gave her a scary look. "Do it, Maximoff."

"Why can't Darcy do it?"

Darcy glared at Jane. "She convinced me last year. I fell on my face and broke my glasses."

"Natasha?" Wanda was desperate.

Nat shook her head. "I'm taking karate - I don't have time."

She sighed in resignation. "Fine. I'll try out for soccer."

Pepper squealed. "Great! Tryouts are on Monday. Hopefully we'll all make it."

"Doubtful." A raven-haired girl walked by.

"Excuse you?" Darcy asked.

"Well, it's not like you guys are going to make the team." The girl laughed. "What, you think you have a chance?"

"Shut up, Hela." Tony growled.

Hela just laughed before walking away.

"She-devil." Clint muttered.

"Who's she?" Wanda asked.

"Her name's Hela. She's my cousin." Thor looked down apologetically.

She wanted to tell him not to be sorry - it wasn't his fault his family was shitty. Besides, it's not like her father was any good these days either.

"Ignore her." Bucky told them. "You'll make varsity."

"I wouldn't go that far." Pepper blushed.

"I would. You're amazing, Pep." Tony complimented. If it were possible, Pepper blushed even harder.

Just then the bell rang, and Bucky, Jane, Darcy, Pepper, Tony, Clint, and Wanda all went to gym.

"Alright, class. Today we're playing dodgeball." Ms. Hill told them, as one of the students brought out the cart full of balls. "Pick your teams. If there's arguing, we'll do guys vs girls."

Wanda groaned, along with Darcy and Jane, but Pepper's eyes twinkled mischievously. She stood on a side with her new friends and a few other students, frowning when she realized Hela was on the other team, along with Loki.

Dodgeball is one of those stereotypical high school trainwrecks that you'd think teachers would know better than to let kids play them. All high school drama movie conflicts come out over a violent game of dodgeball, usually sending the new girl (she was uneasy when she realized that in this scenario it was her) to the nurse. Occasionally they get a boyfriend out of the ordeal, but that didn't seem likely.

The balls were set in the middle and the whistle was blown. She scrambled for a ball and chucked it, hitting a kid in the leg. He sulked off while she smiled proudly. "Watch out," Bucky warned her as a ball came whizzing past her left ear. Okay, so apparently there wasn't a below the waist rule at this school. She took note of that as she hit another kid square in the chest.

"Nice," Jane told her.

She was about to yell at Darcy to watch out, but the words died on her lips. Just as Hela had set her eye on Darcy and threw the ball, Loki's ball knocked Hela's out of it's path and Darcy didn't even notice what had almost happened.

She looked at Loki, trying to figure out if he had done it on purpose. He caught her stare and shrugged in return, aiming a ball at Clint.

She ran to Pepper, picking a ball up off the ground and throwing it at the opposing team. "You're really good at this." Wanda commented, a little scared about how competitive she was getting.

Pepper apparently didn't see her there, because she had to turn to see who it was. "Oh, thanks." As the strawberry-haired girl bent over to pick up another ball, a basketball hit her straight in the jaw.

"Shit!" Pepper cursed, dropping the ball she was holding and putting a hand over her jaw.

"Are you okay?" Wanda asked, concerned. It hadn't ceased gameplay, but much of their team being Pepper's friends, there were only a few people from their side still on offense.

Tony deflected a ball with the one he was holding as he made his way over to her. "You okay?" he asked.

She nodded, but didn't move her hand.

"Show me." Tony insisted, and she slowly removed her hand.

"Is it bad?"

There was a scrape and what would be a definite bruise. He brushed his finger over it and she winced. He sent a glare to the other team. "It'll bruise."

She sighed. "Darn."

Wanda turned when she felt a ball hit her in the leg, albeit more lightly than the one thrown at Pepper had been, leading her to believe it wasn't Hela. Nevertheless, she flipped off whoever had thrown it when they had a man down before going to stand on the sidelines.

Pepper went and sat on the sidelines with her, deciding to join back in on the next round. "Hela's a bitch." she said with a glare.

"Agreed," Wanda confirmed. She hadn't known this Hela girl long, but so far she'd been deemed bitch-worthy. "You'll be okay?"

Pepper nodded, "It's no biggie. It just stung in the moment."

"Dodgeball is brutal." Wanda said with a laugh.

They ended up winning the game, and the two girls stood back up to high-five their team before joining in for the next round.