Reunited
You paused for a moment after stepping into the decked-out gym. It was hard to believe that 15 years had come and gone since you'd last had a party here. The room brought back so many memories, not all of which you cared to remember—though plenty had been well worth reminiscing. High school definitely hadn't been all that bad. Glancing around the room, you recognised many familiar faces, and one in particular stood out. Perhaps it was because of the large group of people surrounding him, or his boisterous laughter resounding through the large open space. Either way, Sam Wilson stood out amongst the crowd, and his smiling face was enough to make you happy you had come.
The group of people currently surrounding him weren't the people you'd both hung out with in school. This group mostly consisted of what had once been the popular crowd, now eager to drink up the buzz this man was creating. Then again, even if Sam hadn't become an Avenger, they'd probably still be drawn to him. That's how it had always been after all. There had always been something so incredibly captivating about him, and he definitely had the charm to back up the interest he sparked.
Another round of laughter over something Sam had said broke you out of the trance you'd found yourself in, and you mentally shook your head to stop yourself from staring any longer. It would soon become weird, possibly a little creepy. In an attempt to quiet the restless butterflies in your stomach, you smoothed out your red dress and took a deep breath. Then you stepped to the side of the entrance and accepted a name tag from the grumpy-looking lady that sat behind a large desk. She looked familiar, though it took you a minute to place her. Mrs. Broussard, the gym teacher that had never really warmed up to you.
She'd only started teaching at the school in your senior year, and by then you had given up any pretence that you enjoyed PE. She had been both surprised and annoyed by your lack of commitment, and many discussions had followed about the necessity of running a minute mile. And while you did receive a passing grade in the end, it was the lowest number on your list upon graduation.
You smiled sweetly as you greeted her and asked how she was doing. Mrs. Broussard only grumbled something in return and then gave her attention to the next arrivals, making you chuckle as you walked away. Honestly, she hadn't been a bad teacher at all, just one that hadn't understood others might not be as athletically inclined as she was.
Stepping further into the big square room, you looked around for a familiar face. Though you wanted to walk up to Sam, you hesitated to join the large group. It had been years since you'd last spoken, and you didn't want to feel like an intruder in the ongoing conversation. Perhaps his newfound fame was a little intimidating. There was also no indication that he would remember you as fondly as you remembered him, and you wondered if he would even want to speak to you at all. You could almost hear your sister's voice in the back of your mind, scolding you. She'd tell you to man up. He was here, which obviously meant he wanted to see his old school friends.
But, you didn't man up and walked in another direction instead. Perhaps you could circle back around later on, or he'd find you—which would be even better. Less stressful.
Grumbling at your own trepidation, you took a deep breath and plastered a smile on your face. It was time to mingle and if not with Sam, then certainly the wonderful women you'd spend most of your high school years with would do.
"Girrrrlll, you came!" Aurelia called out loudly at your approach. The slight slurring and her enthusiasm told you that she'd already gotten acquainted with the bartender. You chuckled and sped up a little to walk into her outstretched arms.
"How could I pass this up?" you said with a bright smile, your mood infinitely better with the reception your old friends offered.
Soon enough you were pulled into hugs by the other girls and introduced to the people they married—well, the ones that were there. Aurelia's husband had had to pass, in order to stay with their two young children. Georgette had married her high school sweetheart Joe, who had been part of your group of friends. Hayley was still single, happily enjoying her life as tour guide. And Felicity and Trix were clearly still very much in love with each other. Trix had been a transfer student in your senior year and already out of the closet—it had been her confidence that had given Felicity the courage to come out as well. Each of them looked absolutely stunning in their evening attire, and they certainly appeared happy. Their upbeat demeanour was also enough to finally relieve you of the jitters. Coming alone had been a little scary after all these years. You'd lost touch with all these wonderful people, and you'd had no idea which of them would show up tonight.
"Come on, aren't you all fancy now?" Trix asked with a wink, and you chuckled. After college, you were the only one that hadn't come back to New Orleans. A choice you'd never thought twice about, as you'd found your dream job in DC. It wasn't until you came back this week that you realised just how much you'd missed this city—it really was the most wonderful place on earth. Full of life, laughter and memories. It was like no other.
"Trust me, nothing fancy going on in DC," you shrugged. Politics weren't very glamorous for those involved, especially not as a lawyer. There were too many people that needed help hiding their checkered past. "Just very busy."
"Now that I believe," Aurelia chuckled.
"So how have you all been?" you asked, and you ended up spending the next hour or so getting caught up in all there was to know about the girls you'd called your friends all those years ago.
It surprised you how easy it was to fall back in step with them, and soon your stomach hurt from laughter instead of those uneasy jitters. You could finally fully relax. You'd missed this place, sure, but not quite as much as this group of people.
"A beer and a glass of water please," you asked the bartender as you leaned on the bar with a smile. Joe had confiscated a tray of champagne, but you'd never acquired a taste for it and had decided on beer instead. Aurelia had opted for water, not wanting to get too drunk to enjoy their reunion.
"I thought I'd never get you alone," Sam's voice sounded from behind you. "It's like high school all over again."
"Well, it's the place for it." You smiled brightly and turned to face him. Quickly, you were engulfed in a tight hug and you could feel Sam's laughter reverberate through his chest and yours.
"True," he agreed, his lips close to your ear. Pulling back from the hug, his hands remained on your waist as he looked you over.
"You haven't changed a bit," he said approvingly, going in for a second hug.
"You're such a liar," you chuckled, "but you look so good doing it."
"Don't I know it," Sam said wiggling his eyebrows, and you barked out a laugh. It was good to know he was still who you had known him to be.
"Hey, would you stop hogging our celebrity!" Haley said loudly, her voice full of laughter, as she stepped up to the bar beside you. She ordered herself a soda and then turned back to the two of you. "For the two people that spend so long away from here, you do seem to fit right back in," she added with a smile.
"It's always going to be home," Sam admitted and you smiled, nodding in agreement.
"Good, you should visit it more then. We miss you around here," Hayley said earnestly and thanked the bartender for her drink, moving back towards the rest of the group. Taking your drink and Aurelia's in hand, you and Sam followed her.
"Oh heavens be praised, another man," Joe said dramatically and Sam laughed as they too hugged. Back in the day, their group had been pretty equally presented, but some of the other guys were standing with the rest of the football team. Probably reminiscing about their hay days.
"Who wants to sneak out of here?" Aurelia whispered, as if anyone outside of their group could hear them over the loud music. It had been a good two hours of chatting and Aurelia clearly wanted to spice things up.
"And go where?" Georgette wondered.
"I don't know, see how much of the school has changed since we were last here," Aurelia shrugged and you wiggled your eyebrows, excited to check out the school. For some reason, the fact that you weren't supposed to made it very appealing—as if none of you had done any growing up these last 15 years. Everyone chuckled and the mood changed from carefree laughter into one of mischief.
Dispersing into smaller groups, you all stealthily tried to make your way towards the exit of the gym. It wasn't going to be easy; Mrs. Broussard was still seated at her table by the door, and she had never been one to turn a blind eye. However, Sam promised he'd have that covered. After all, he'd been athletic and the woman had actually liked him. You promised to wait for him just outside the door.
Aurelia and Georgette held hands as they snuck past the table, Joe following them while laughing at their antics. You'd learned that Joe had been fast friends with Aurelia's husband, and the two women were still very active in each other's lives. For a split second, it had made you jealous—as you'd been so absent—but soon enough, they'd made you forget all about any distance that had existed between you. You remembered that one of their many talents had always been to connect people. Aurelia, much like Sam, drew people to her with her quick-witted and happy character, and Georgette had the biggest heart of all of them.
You were actually sad that you weren't able to meet Aurelia's husband tonight, but she had made you promise to have lunch at her house tomorrow—an invitation you fully intended to follow up on.
Next were Felicity and Trix, who were giggling far too much to be covert. You had missed Hayley's exit, though you were sure she'd be close to Georgette and Aurelia. None of that mattered though. Mrs. Broussard was too eagerly engaged in conversation with Sam—and you could tell that it had little to do with his status as Avenger. She seemed genuinely interested to hear how he had been doing. Before you snuck out yourself, you overheard them speaking of his time with the air force, a career choice her son apparently had made as well, having gone on his first tour only last month. Her proud smile softened you up to her a little more.
Hidden in the shadows down the hall from the gym, you waited impatiently for Sam to join you, and when he finally did, his smiling face made your heart skip a beat. It no longer surprised you—he'd always had that effect on you, though he had always been blissfully unaware of it.
For most of high school, you'd had a crush on the man before you, though nothing had ever come of it other than a chaste kiss on a drunken night, and you'd been too afraid of his response the following day to bring it up again.
When he hadn't spoken of it either, you had simply brushed it off as a drunken adventure—one you did not regret one bit, even if it had sucked that nothing ever came of it. And while it should've surprised you that he still had this much effect on you after all these years of radio silence, it really didn't. He was just that charming.
"Let's go," he whispered, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and guiding you into the dark hallway leading towards the classrooms in which you'd spent so many hours of your life.
"We never agreed on a place," you suddenly realised and you both doubled over in suppressed laughter as you tried to remain quiet.
"So none of us got any smarter about our mischief?" Sam asked as you'd both straightened up again.
"Guess not," you chuckled. "Why don't we just wander for a bit? Surely we'll run into the rest."
He nodded in agreement, going left and pulling you with him. "So, what's DC like for you?" Sam asked after a few moments of comfortable silence.
"Busy mostly, lots of crazy situations to manage," you said, shrugging.
"I can imagine," Sam said almost solemnly, and you laughed. He looked at you with confusion.
"Come on, I've been doing clean-up for the situations you've already fixed," you said, a little louder than intended, and you both glanced around to make sure you weren't heard.
"Did I fix them though?" Sam wondered.
"Well, I do like my government organisations to be free of Nazis," you said, keeping the tone light, though the message was very true.
"It's still politics." Sam shrugged. It was clear that nobody needed to tell him that there were a lot of lies involved in politics. And you could not deny it, or make the situation any better than it was.
"True, I doubt that's ever going to be your scene, but every improvement is important," you said, ready to break free of work talk. It's been years since you spoke to Sam, outside of the occasional run in in DC. You felt horrible for not keeping up with him, while living in the same city. "Anyway, enough work talk—what's life been like since your last tour?" you asked.
"Well, an adjustment for sure." Sam said as he looked away from you and down the hallway to his right. "I needed a lot of time to get used to things again."
"I can't begin to imagine," you said, looking at the floor in front of you. Perhaps this wasn't the best direction you could've steered the conversation into.
"I got there in the end," Sam said, a smile back on his face, "Your letters were nice."
"I hated that I was overseas when you first came back. And then, by the time I'd returned, your life had taken a bit of a turn."
"It did, but we're here now, aren't we," Sam said, bumping your shoulder. His bright smile was enough to bring about a better atmosphere between you.
"Yes, here," you chuckled and looked around you and pointed at the classroom to your right. "At history." Fitting, you thought.
"We've got plenty of that," Sam chuckled, the irony not lost on him either.
"I've missed it, this city, the people—you," you admitted and Sam's arm was quickly wrapped around your shoulders again.
"This place never does leave you, does it?" he said, looking off into the distance. Perhaps you weren't the only one to miss it as much as you did.
"I for one wouldn't want it to either," you smiled.
"Remember the time we had detention in Mrs. Johnson's classroom?" Sam asked with a wink and you chuckled. You'd all been caught sneaking into school grounds after hours and been kept after school for two weeks. You'd spent the last detention in your English classroom with Mrs. Johnson, who had been too busy to stick around. She'd been in and out of the room, leaving the lot of you time to have fun. Near the end of the first hour, Sam had decided to carve your initials into his desk—just his and yours. He had said it was because of the fact that you were both getting out after graduation—you'd need something to remember, something to come back too.
'You think those tables are still there?" you asked, giddy at the idea.
"Let's check it out," Sam said, taking your hand in his and pulling you through the hallway towards the right hallway. Both of you were eager to see if your legacy was saved. So eager in fact, that neither of you really appreciated how well your hand fit in his. Not until later.
Two hallways down, you had almost reached your destination and you were nearly skipping to get there. Somehow you'd shed your more serious persona and reverted back to the happy-go-lucky person you used to be—before DC. You could hear voices in the distance and you chuckled at the idea that your friends were already there—Mrs. Johnson had been the only teacher that you'd all had together in your senior year. You were just about to call out when the voice of another person from your collective past boomed through the space.
"Miss Thibedeaux, Miss Cormier, you know better than to wander these halls after hours," the voice of your old principal rang through the silent hallways. You hadn't expected him and it startled you enough to freeze. Luckily, Sam quickly pulled you into a dark corner, his hand over your mouth just in case.
"Mr. Williams, we were just reminiscing," Georgette replied, her voice bright and calm. She was always good at talking her way out of trouble. Not that there'd be much trouble, but for some reason these hallways brought back old habits. You were still hiding from the principal after all.
"Where's the rest of your little group, Mrs. Thibedeaux?" Mr. Williams asked and Sam's chest reverberated with the silent laughter he was struggling to keep in. Mr. Williams would not be fooled. The man had been as shrewd then as he was now.
"It's just us," Felicity answered for Georgette and you leaned to the side, just to see who'd gotten caught.
In the dim light of Mr. Williams' flashlight, you could see Georgette and her husband standing in the entrance of a classroom, while Trix and Felicity were still in the hallway and smiling brightly at the elderly man before them.
"Let's go back to the gym and perhaps call your other friends to return as well," Mr. Williams said with a smile. "There really is no reason to roam about the hallways, now is there?"
"What makes you think anyone else followed us?" Georgette tried innocently.
"Because I wasn't quite as distracted as Mrs. Broussard," Mr. Williams chuckled merrily, before waving his arm to lead the way back.
As they moved down the hallway, back to the busy gym, Sam took your hand in his and led you in the opposite direction. Looking over your shoulder, you locked eyes with Trix who waved and smiled, before turning back around.
"Do you want to go back?" Sam asked softly after a few minutes.
"Nope," you said, popping the p. His hand was still wrapped around yours and you were enjoying the feeling, finally realising how natural it had been for him to grab it twice now. You froze again when footsteps echoed through the hallways a short distance away, and to the right, you could see flashlights coming in your direction.
"Though I do think we're still sought-after," you added, pointing towards the lights. Mischief grew in Sam's eyes, and you chuckled with anticipation.
"It's a good thing you already ditched the heels," Sam said, before pulling you down another hallway at a sprint.
"Sam, dude, you know I'm not made for running," you said, working hard to keep up with him—already breathing wrong.
"Just a little further," he promised, sprinting down another hallway, before rounding a wall of lockers and pushing you up against the side of them. The flashlights swept the hallway you were in, but no footsteps came closer. Whoever had been holding the lights probably figured you'd run in the other direction. After all, this hallway brought you closer to the gym. It didn't matter though; all that mattered was the close proximity in which you found yourselves now. Out of breath and still full of laughter, you stood chest to chest with Sam and it was having its effect on you.
Sam took a deep breath, leaning over your shoulder to put his forehead against the cool locker and you took a shaky breath yourself. He smelled nice—something fresh and minty, with a hint of pine. You wouldn't mind taking a sniff, but again, that would be a little weird.
Sam pulled his head back up once he'd gotten his breathing under control, though he remained pressed against you in the dark. His eyes found yours and the mirth was still all too clear in them, bringing a smile to your face again.
"I feel like I'm 16 again," Sam whispered and you couldn't help but laugh.
"Really, because after that little sprint, I feel 80," you whispered back.
"A beautiful 80-year-old though," Sam said, his voice soft and genuine.
"Hmm, keep those compliments coming, and it might get you anywhere," you chuckled, keeping the vibe light despite the heat that travelled to your cheeks at his words. Even flushed as you were from running and hiding out, he still called you beautiful—that would make any woman flustered, right? Surely it wasn't just you.
His eyes flickered to your lips for a moment, and your breath hitched—perhaps that crush you'd had on him never really ended. It had just laid dormant all those years. Unconsciously, your eyes flickered to his lips as well and you licked your own in anticipation. Would they be as soft and gentle as they'd been all those years ago?
Sam audibly sucked in air, and your attention went back to his eyes, finding him already looking at you. The staring seemed to last for a few minutes at least, before Sam moved again.
"Beautiful," he whispered and leaned in, slowly moving towards you—clearly giving you ample opportunity to stop him if you wanted to. But you didn't. You wanted his lips to devour you, for his tongue to dance with yours and his hands to become oh so much more familiar.
His breath mingled with yours momentarily, and your head got foggy. You never wanted these feelings to end. And when his lips softly pressed to yours, the fog lifted in an explosion. Chaste, quick, gentle—much like all those years ago. And the effect was as devastating as it had been then. When he pulled back all too quickly, you needed a moment to catch your breath.
"I've always wanted to do that," Sam whispered, and you finally opened your eyes again to look into his as you nodded. You had wanted it too, and you wanted to tell him so, but all your words seemed corny, and you didn't want to break the spell you were under. So instead you acted—pressing your lips to his in a more eager kiss. One that showed him how much you had thought of it as well, or so you hoped.
His arms snaked their way around your waist, pulling you impossibly close as he responded to your kiss with an eagerness to match it. Heat rose from your stomach to your chest as your hands reached up to caress his cheeks, before going back down his back. All insecurity left you, and you surrendered to the tingling feeling that spread from your toes to your head. Sam pressed you harder against the locker, your bodies touching all over.
Despite the heated moment, the irony of it happening in your old high school wasn't lost on you, and you nearly broke out in laughter over the silliness of it all. That was, until your heart nearly stopped altogether when a bright light shone in your eyes. "Well, well—guess who's been taking the time to catch up," Aurelia's voice rang through the air, and Sam reluctantly pulled back from you. He laid his head on your shoulder, while you squinted to look over his shoulder to see Aurelia and Hayley standing there with two Cheshire Cat smiles.
"Hi," you said lamely, and they laughed as they finally lowered the flashlight they'd been aiming at you. Sam raised his head only to look into your eyes with an intensity that took your breath away. Heat settled in your stomach again as you stared back, and neither of you seemed to care that you had an audience now.
"Maybe buy her dinner first, dude," Aurelia said loudly, voice full of laughter, and you chuckled, shaking your head. With a deep sigh, Sam stepped back from you finally. He took your hand in his and turned back to your old friends.
"So what's the best place to do that these days?" he asked them, and Aurelia quickly stepped forward to high-five him.
"That's more like it. Come on, let's go find the others and get ourselves some good old fashioned late-night burgers," Aurelia said, taking charge and walking towards the gym, certain the rest would follow.
A/N: I've been trying to finish a story for Sam for a while now. I hope you'll like it!
The amazing gnomewithalaptop on tumblr was my beta for this.