"Welcome everyone to the first official meeting of S.Y.P.C."
Gathered around one end of a long meeting table sat four guys, all listening to the one at the head seat. Tony Stark had his arms out, a wide smile plastered on his face, as he greeted the others. They were indifferent to his jubilant welcome, only Thor looking at him. Thor's younger brother, Loki, was fiddling with his green watch, disinterested in the whole meeting. Clint was diligently tapping away on his phone, a small smile creeping up on his face.
"Who're texting, Robin Hood?" Tony attempted to snatch Clint's phone from him.
Locking the screen, Clint pocketed the phone. "None of your business," he snapped. "Now what were you saying about S.P.C. or whatever?"
"S.Y.P.C." Tony corrected. "It's short for the Senior Year Prank Committee."
Loki rolled his eyes, crossing his legs. "While that is a brilliant acronym, do you mind informing us of the purpose of calling us here today?"
Looking around, Thor spotted a tray of snacks near the window. He got up and stacked a napkin with crackers and cheese, then sat back down. "Now you may commence."
"Well," Tony said, exhaling loudly, "now that you people are finished interrupting me, I think I'll formally begin this meeting. So, fellow pranksters, I'd like to welcome you all here today. I thought that we would have a few more people here today, but I suppose you guys will be enough. Anyway, we came together to have fun this year by wreaking havoc and basically not giving a shit about getting trouble."
"I do not wish to get any more detentions, Tony," Thor protested, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Okay, then." Tony shrugged. "You won't have to be seen doing these pranks, but you'll still technically be in on them. That means you'll attend our meetings and be part of the planning. Good?"
Thor nodded, satisfied, and Tony went on: "Clint, I trust you to be the guy-up-high. So you will be the supervisor, making sure we aren't seen when we don't want to be. You'll still help with other stuff too, but seeing as you have the best eyesight, you'll pretty much be the one at the top of the flag pole."
Then, turning to Loki, whose pale, turquoise-coloured eyes were fixed on him, Tony smiled forebodingly.
"You, Loki, have a special part in this."
Uncrossing his arms and legs, Loki raised his eyebrows expectantly. "I'm listening."
"You are the main 'doer'," Tony said. "Since you're excellent at being invisible, you're perfect for setting up all our pranks. That means that you have the highest risk of getting into trouble, but I highly doubt you care.
"And I will be the brains of the operation. I'll plan everything and get you guys set up wherever you need be. Copish?"
"I agree."
"I'm in."
Loki thought for a moment, then cracked the smallest of grins. "When do we start?"
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He never thought that he would be right outside of Stark Tower, staring up at the imposing glass building. Unsure of whether or not to knock on the front door, or go into the lobby where the receptionist was sitting, he stood awkwardly outside. If it were just an office building, he'd go straight in. But since it doubled as a home, he thought that he would have to have an invite to get in.
Feeling his phone buzz, he retrieved it from his pocket. It was a text from Tony which read, Tell the receptionist lady that Tony Stark invited you. She'll call me, then let you up.
Bruce did just that, and he was pointed to an elevator after being given a keycard. When he reached the floor, he stepped out nervously, feeling as if he shouldn't be there, even after being given permission. He went down the hall until he found a glass-paneled room labeled the 'Meeting Room'.
Inside sat four guys, a couple of which were munching on various snacks. Tony Stark spotted Bruce and waved him inside.
"How'd you know I was down there?" Bruce carefully shut the door behind him, slowly making his way to the table.
Clint raised his hand. "I saw you."
"Ah," Bruce said, nodding. "So did I miss anything?"
Tony shook his head. "Nothing much. We just distributed our jobs for each prank. Of course, I'm the smartest here, so I'll be the head of the brains department. You will be the main organizer and tech guy with me."
"I will only be part of them if you promise I won't get in trouble."
Tony threw his hands up. "Come on, lighten up! We won't get arrested." There was silence. "Okay, no promises there."
With Tony's eyes boring into his, Bruce gave in. "Fine. I'll do the pranks."
The boys began to discuss ideas, Tony piping out the most. Loki shot the majority of them down immediately, finding a flaw in them. After ten minutes, Tony was fed up with having his ideas torn to pieces, and rolled his chair to the window, taking a swig of his soda.
Bruce listened to Clint put out a few schemes, with Thor offering a few suggestions as well. Even though he seemed to have plenty of pranks, Loki only sat, listening to the others. He didn't seem to be particularly enjoying hearing the two spew out the first plans that they thought of, his eyes glazing over slightly.
When it seemed like they weren't getting anywhere, Bruce finally stopped them. "You do realize that all these plans are very… simple, right?"
The boys all turned to look at him, Loki with a small smile on his face. Apparently, that was exactly what he was thinking as well.
"Then what do you propose?" Thor questioned, not seeming annoyed like Tony.
"I- I don't know, really."
Thankfully, Loki interjected. "I have a proposal."
"Where's the ring, hun?" Tony waggled his eyebrows playfully.
Loki ignored him. "It is rather intricate, and I am not positive that all of you," his gaze landed on his brother and Clint, "will be able to follow along."
"Dick," Clint muttered into his cup, glaring at Loki.
"This plan will spiral into several smaller ones, but it will come together to be part of one mass prank at the end of the year."
"Go on," Tony goaded.
He began to explain. By the end of the hour, they had a basic outline of the plans, the first part already complete. They would begin on the Monday right after the weekend. The boys left, feeling excited about going back to school.
Tony scoffed when he realized he was looking forward to the weekend being over. Then, when he went up to his bedroom, he pulled out a bottle of scotch from his top drawer and tipped the contents down his throat.
Now that was a much more familiar feeling.
AAAAAAA
In the dwindling sunlight of the day, two figures sat on a grassy hill, hands joined. Their heads were close together, facing the horizon. Tall green trees surrounded them, swaying in the gentle winds.
Peggy Carter leaned against her boyfriend's shoulder, sighing contently. They had barely enough time to be with each other outside of school, for the copious amount of homework they had already received. Both of them were hard-working students, each vying for an award at the end of the year. Neither of them dared miss any days of school, or even be tardy to classes.
"Steve." Peggy turned to her boyfriend who was toying with a piece of grass. When he looked to her, she continued before she could change her mind. "What did you think of Beth?"
"Uh- she was nice, I guess." Steve shrugged. "Why?"
"No reason," she replied nonchalantly. "I was just wondering." There was a moment of quiet. "She's quite pretty, isn't she?"
He hesitated. "I didn't really pay attention."
Seeming satisfied, Peggy leaned back against him. Comfortable silence fell between the two. Having been together for a year, they were always at ease with each other's company. They knew much about each other, though there were deep secrets that both of them had that they never revealed. They respected each other's privacy, knowing how annoying it was to be nagged.
"Did I tell you about Tony Stark's plans for this year?" Steve chuckled. "He's just itching for a suspension this year."
Steve told her about Tony's senior-year prank ideas during the detention he'd been supervising. All the while, Peggy was listening intently looking amused. When he'd finished, she began to laugh.
Peggy felt as if she was listening to the ideas of a five-year old, but she realized that that was exactly what Tony was. He was just a child wanting to have fun.
Then, nudging her boyfriend, she grinned. "So are you going to join them?"
"Hell no," Steve replied, looking appalled. "I don't want a black mark on my record just because of some stupid prank." The back of his mind was somewhat contemplating doing something memorable this year along the lines of a prank. Not as risky as Tony's would be, but something to be remembered by, other than the best grades.
"The sunset is gorgeous," Peggy muttered, turning to stare out at the sinking sun.
Steve glanced down at his girlfriend, his eyes fixated on her profile. "Just beautiful," he mumbled.
Her brown eyes traveled up to his blue ones. She cracked a smile, her bright red lips stretching across her white teeth.
"You are a hopeless romantic." Amused, Peggy shook her head, turning her gaze back to the sunset. "Can you believe it? We're in our last year of high school. Next year we're off to college."
"We still have eleven months together."
She cast her gaze down. "Time flies, Steve."
Easing his girlfriend off, Steve propped himself up, putting his hands on Peggy's shoulders. She looked so sad that he pulled her into a tight hug. Normally, she was a strong girl, her brazen determination masking her true emotions. Her father had been in the army and she looked up to him as a role model, being strong in the memory of him.
Pressing his lips onto her forehead, Steve whispered, "Then we'd better make the best of this time." With that, he put his lips against hers, not noticing how dark it had become after the sun had set. Now no one could see two silhouettes, merged together as if they were one.
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