A/N: Another oneshot for you guys, but this time, it's another highschool AU. So, I don't own Marvel, its characters or basic plot. I don't own anything in this chap, okay? Thanks and enjoy!


"Will this day ever end?" Natasha Romanoff complained, her fiery red hair swishing over her brown leather jacket clad shoulders as she sighed in exasperation. Her crush, Steve Rogers, wheeled around in his seat.

"Well, yesterday did end, but today's Friday, so . . ." He looked up thoughtfully with his charming almost navy blue eyes, as if considering the answer. "No," he answered simply with a tight and strained smile, since he felt the same pain of having to endure their very snobbish and picky history teacher, Mr. Cooper.

He turned around and groaned once again. "Oh great, it's Schmidt and Zola," he whispered back at the redhead. "Also known as Break and Giveback."

"Yeah," she stretched the word out and cocked an eyebrow. "Why do they call them that?"

"You'll find out." Steve extended a hand with a spare pencil wrapped in his fingers and two other teenagers strutted over. One was tall, had a sharp looking nose and a rough German accent while the other was short and stumpy and had a Swiss accent and glasses perched on his nose. The tall one grabbed the pencil.

"Good afternoon, Rogers," he greeted with a sneer and then snapped the pencil in half. "Oops." Steve just rolled his eyes internally. He hated bullies, but these guys just weren't worth it.

When he was handed the pencil pieces by the short, sickly one-Zola or Giveback, he smiled. "Wow, thanks, Bre- I mean, Schmidt."

"You broke his pencil," ahed Zola.

"And you gave it back," finished Schmidt. They started to laugh when the tall man glared at his companion. "Solo laugh."

"Oh right." They walked away, Schmidt laughing in his so called triumph.

"Dumbasses," chuckled Natasha with amusement glittering in her lovely verdigris orbs as the teacher finally stalked in.

"Pipe down!" he ordered in his nasal voice. "Pipe down! I said, pipe down!"

As soon as he proceeded into his huge lecture, everyone else drifted off to sleep, leaning on their hands and doodling in the margins of their notebooks. Steve felt someone poke his back and he immediately extended his hand backward to snatch the note Natasha was passing him.

Let's ditch class! Who cares about study hall?was scribbled on the plain piece of white paper in thin red Sharpie marker. Steve shot her a brief, annoyed glare over his shoulder before setting to work on his reply.

The redhead took back the paper and read what was on it. No WAY! Study hall's important, so said the strongly built boy's blue lined response in front of her. Making a face, she started to mumble in her head about how stupidly honest and dedicated Steve was. Sometimes it was good and it was initially sweet, but most of the time, it got in the way of a fun time.

The blond Captain of the football team read what it said now. You're a big wimp.

What?!

YOU HEARD ME!

Oh yeah? Whatever.

You can be a little shit, you know that?

Steve had had enough. That was it. He was almost finished with writing the word 'BITCH' when the teacher cleared his throat from his position at his desk. "Mr. Rogers?" he asked and Steve looked up, folding the paper in half.

"Yes?"

"Do you and Miss Romanoff need something to do?" He had seen Natasha boring her emerald green eyes in an expecting glower into his back.

"Uh, yes, actually, sir. We need to be excused because Natasha and I need to retake some pictures for the yearbook." His answer was halting and faltering, but the teacher didn't seem to notice his shaky and worried attitude since he believed Steve was one of the only good kids in class.

"Yeah," nodded Natasha convincingly.

"If you say so, Steve." The two teenagers eagerly leaped out of their seats and made a beeline straight for the door and the teacher said, "You wouldn't lie."

The two turned around and Steve shrugged. "Well. I might."

The class was silent, then everyone, including the teacher, burst out in loud and rowdy chortles, even some snorts here and there.

"Good one, Rogers," Schmidt wheezed through guffaws.

Was Steve seriously that good? God, he needed to stop being that.

Steve and Natasha exited the class room and she elbowed him in the ribs playfully, sending him a wink as if to say, Told you so. Steve only sent her a dirty look and kept on walking to the parking lot.


Once inside Steve's large, blue KIA with ample room for all of their gang, he started up the engine and peeled out of the parking lot. After a few minutes of driving, Natasha wriggled around in her leather seat comfortably.

"This is a great improvement," she grinned at him winningly, pearly white teeth sparkling. "Steve Rogers actually skips class!" She tapped her High Topped feet together, which were dangling along the dashboard.

"Danger's my middle name," he replied daringly and when he noticed her feet on the dashboard, he shot her another stern look. "Get your feet off the dash. My parents will kill me."

"Seriously?" Her grin faded and she looked fatigued, keeping her feet up on the dash. "We cut class and you're still acting like a good two shoes? Way to go, Twinkle Toes."

"Sorry, but even I don't like dirt on my ride."

"Really? No clue. Anyway, did you think of what we should do, because we are certainly not just driving around town then coming back." The redhead looked at him and he nodded at her final tone.

"Yeah, yeah. I know."

"So what do you suggest we do?"

"Uh, I don't know," he said simply and caught her smiling at him. "What? Do you have an idea for something to do?"

"I have a few ideas." She skipped over the console and snuggled into his side warmly. He stiffened for a moment before gradually wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"Okay. Now what?"

"Close your eyes."

"I'm driving, so if your idea is a death wish, I'm afraid I can't do that."

She laughed and leaned in, lips about to meet his and he gasped in anticipation. However, before they could kiss, a noise at the back interrupted them. Natasha spun her head around and Steve brushed red locks out of his mouth and eyes.

"It was nothing," assured Steve after a few moments of silence.

"Yeah. So, where were we?"

"I had a pretty good idea," he grinned and Natasha clasped a hand around the back of his neck and dove in, but only their noses bumped together when two heads popped up from the trunk that was connected to the backseat.

"Huh? What? Why are we moving?" One of the heads had cropped light brown hair and stormy blue eyes that were narrowed groggily, trying to focus in front of him.

"Bucky?" Steve exclaimed at the emergence of his best friend. The other head was that of a female's and this female raised a pale hand to scratch the back of her head, shaking around her long mane of night black waves.

"Darcy?" he said again. "What are you guys doing in here?"

"What are you guys doing in here?" countered Bucky Barnes, rubbing his sleepy aqua eyes and rotating his tense shoulders. Darcy groaned as she stretched her bare arms over her head.

"Oh, God," grumbled Steve. "You guys did not have sex in my car, did you?"

"That would be a great idea!" Darcy exclaimed, winking at her boyfriend. "But no," she answered at the blond's horrified expression. "We always sleep in on Fridays in your car."

"Buck, I only gave you the spare car keys for emergencies," he forcefully tossed out the words and the brown haired man shrugged nonchalantly.

"Yeah, it was an emergency."

"Yuck."

"Shut up, you bunch of horny nincompoops!" snapped Natasha, rolling her blue green eyes around.

"And about those keys . . ." Bucky trailed off for a moment before saying, "I lost them."

"You what?!"

"It was by accident and plus, it was better that I picked the lock to the trunk. Because Darcy almost used her Taser to electrocute the lock."

"Yes, I did," said the black haired girl proudly. "So again, were you guys planning to have sex in here or something?"

"No," Steve shook his head.

"Uh, yeah!" Natasha said at the same time and Steve shot her a surprised look. She stayed quiet.

"How are you guys here?" Bucky questioned and checked his watch. "School's not even over yet."

"I cut class," boasted Steve in triumph, grinning widely.

Bucky was wholly unimpressed and only stretched, yawned and kept an eyebrow raised high, almost disappearing into his hairline. Then it dropped in boredom. "Yeah, right. Was there, like, a fire drill or something?"

The sandy haired teenager stared at the other two teens over his shoulder, bewildered at their total disbelief. "No, really! Guys, I can do bad things . . ."

The whole car exploded in true guffaws just like the class previously did and Steve thought of banging his head against the steering wheel or better yet, stopping the car and killing all of them by blunt force trauma, but that would kill him and even if it didn't, he didn't want to get arrested for murder.

"Okaaay," Darcy said after the laughs diminished. "I so don't believe you, Cap."

"Oh, really? Well then. You can get you-"

"Cap, watch out for that keg in the middle of the road!" hollered the redhead beside him and he hit the brakes with a stomping foot just in time. The car's tires squealed with friction and the vehicle finally skidded to a halt. Everyone then gathered along the right side of the car, their heads poking out of the windows.

"Wow!" breathed out Natasha, beautiful green eyes sparkling with excitement.

"It's a keg," said Steve, eyes wide as well.

"Of beer," sighed Darcy in wonder.

"It must be a sign," Bucky nodded.

"Of beer!" repeated Darcy, unable to say anything else from being in wonderful shock.

After another pause, Steve finally declared, "Oh, that's it, I'm cutting class everyday!"


"How'd you find it?" Clint Barton stared, dumbfounded and slack jawed, as Bucky and Steve heaved in the large metal keg into the basement of their friend, Tony Stark's house.

"We were driving down the road," Steve said.

"And man, there she was!" Bucky finished, gazing lovingly at the keg like it was his girlfriend and not the dark haired girl standing behind him, shooting daggers with her dark blue eyes.

"Wow, how often do you find a mysterious keg of free beer, right?" Clint nodded, flopping down on the couch.

"Only once in a while," Tony Stark grinned mischievously.

"Barton's right," pointed out Bucky. "He's absolutely right! When God gives you a keg as a gift, you gotta-"

"Kill a virgin!" exclaimed Tony loudly and proudly and his strawberry blonde girlfriend, Pepper Potts, slapped him on the arm. "Ow!"

"No!" Steve agreed and then looked around, thinking, thinking, thinking. "Throw a party, that's what!"

Bucky nodded. "I have taught you well." Everyone was bored since now, there were no tests yet nothing to do, so everyone agreed.

"Go for it, Rogers!" Natasha beamed and he smiled back with a breathless laugh.

"Lame," Tony whispered at everyone else at the two crushes' exchange of affections.

"Do you think you were any better, Tony?" Pepper countered, with an eyebrow raise.

"Anyway, we could throw a party and charge five bucks a head," suggested Tony, despite being a billionaire's son and already having way too much money.

While Bucky joined in on his mathematical equations, Natasha leaned in to whisper in Steve's ear. "So maybe at the party, we can resume what we were doing before?" she suggested herself, smiling coyly.

The golden haired male tilted his head at her. They had an on and off relationship. Well, the relationship where you liked each other, fooled around with each other but still didn't claim you were boyfriend and girfriend. A status lower than that, but higher than friends with benefits. "Yeah, sure," he nodded. "But, uh, not with everyone around, maybe."

"Cash," Bucky declared, hands shoved down in his pockets.

"Which is . . ." Clint trailed off while the three boys looked at each other.

"Decent!" they all agreed in unison just when Maria Stark, Tony's mother entered.

"Hi, everyone!" she greeted and all four men leaped up to cover the keg, which was protected by a curtain, but still.

"Hey, Mom," Tony smiled.

"Whatcha all doing?" she asked, noticing their tension.

"Mom, we're kind of making a volcano for a science project."

"With ice?" She gestured to Darcy's hands, which were carrying a bag of ice in each.

"It's science, Mrs. Stark!" she said simply, as if that explained everything.

"Okay. Don't mess up the house too much."

"Yeah, okay. Bye, Mom."

Once Mrs. Stark left, Steve jumped into a panic. "Okay, we have got to get the keg out of here. So where are we having the party?"

Everyone else looked helpless and shrugged. Clint, meanwhile, leaped off the couch to his feet and flexed his arm muscles to straighten them out. "Beats me," he said, shrugging as well and heading for the door nonchalantly. "If you guys need me, I'll be with Bobbi over at our secret make out place."

Clint didn't realize he was actually listing down a place to party, and Natasha waved a hand, mouthing, "Secret make out place." at the back of the hopeless sandy haired man in front of her.

He continued with a huge, eager grin. "It's this vacant house on Ridgewood. I mean, it's really great! It's totally private! You can get away with about anything over there." His smile then dropped to a serious and concerned expression. "So, if you find a place to put that keg, let me know."

He exited the house with a slammed door and when Tony was about to get up, Natasha gestured for him to sit down and picked up Steve's wrist to look at his watch. After three seconds, she flourished her hand in a signal. As if on cue, the door swung open again and Clint bolted into the room, gray blue eyes wide with revelation.

"I got an idea!" he announced.


"Oh! I don't think we'll have enough ice," Maria Stark sighed at her husband, Howard.

"Why not, hon?" he asked. They were currently having a little get together along with Nick Fury and Phil Coulson, some long time friends they had.

"Tony took a whole tub of ice, dear." She shrugged. "Sorry!"

"He took a whole tub of ice?" Fury repeated in bewilderment, twirling the straw around his drink with his one good eye narrowed suspiciously.

"Oh, yeah. They're making a volcano!"

"Right, that's why that Romanoff girl wanted all of our plastic cups," Howard nodded, raising his glass.

"Plastic cups?" the eyepatched man continued.

"Sure, plastic volcano cups."

While Fury rolled his dark brown eye at the Starks, Phil Coulson laughed lightly and playfully. "Hey, if I didn't know any better, I'd say they were having a kegger."

Fury turned and glared at him obviously. Coulson's face fell.

"Oh, jeez!" he said."

"Come on, Coulson! Let's go." Fury swung his keys around his fingers as they headed for the car.

"Those kids could be anywhere. Like looking for needles in a needle stack."


Meanwhile, that night, Bobbi was swooped up in Clint's strong arms, his face buried in her shoulder, nibbling the bare skin of her neck and pecking kisses here and there. But the petite blonde girl in his arms was furious. "Clint, this is our secret make out place!" she argued, her feet dangling in the air due to her little suspension above the ground. "I did not swipe the key from my mom's real estate office so you could throw a party."

They were all currently standing in the large empty crater of the swimming pool of the abandoned house. Everyone was tapping their feet impatiently, girls shifting their weights from hip to hip and Thor and Bruce Banner, who had been invited by Tony, were the most impatient looking.

"No, it's like a bonus, okay?" Clint suggested, voice muffled by his face in her neck. "I'm doing it for you, baby!"

"Oh . . ." Bobbi seemed to be considering the idea. She shrugged. "Well, okay."

Everyone cheered and the guys began to set up and Natasha dragged Steve away from the small throng of people. "Empty pool, empty house, full keg," she listed, rubbing her hands from side to side on his broad shoulders, both smiling. "You sure know how to show a girl a good time."

"Yeah, well. Told you danger's my middle name." He tilted forward to kiss her, but Bucky called out,

"Hey, Rogers! Mind helping?"

"Don't," Natasha said in a warning tone.

"Uh . . ."

"I don't care, Trickster!" Darcy yelled loudly at the top of the pool, where Thor's brother, Loki was standing, looking down into the pool cautiously. "I seriously don't care when you ate, Loki! Get your ass in the pool, now!"

"If I get a cramp, it'll be on your head, you pathetic wench!" The black haired man then climbed down the ladder and leaped into the pool.

"Hurry up and drink your keg," Bobbi urged.

"Hurry up and drink a keg?" repeated Bucky incredulously.

"How are we even supposed to get the beer out?" asked Steve.

"Duh, through the tap, Cap," Tony explained, giggling at his rhyming.

"Excuse me, but what tap?" Loki pointed out and gestured to the top of the keg. There was no tap whatsoever.

"NO!" cried Bucky and Tony at the same time loudly and they both fell and wrapped their arms around the keg, their shoulders heaving up and down in sobs. Loki rolled his eyes at the two of them.

He muttered, "Pathetic."

Tony finally picked himself up and wiped away the actual tears. "Okay, we really need a tap!"

Loki's blue eyes lit up. "Wait, you!" He pointed to Steve. "Whatever-your-name-is. You can steal Fury's tap."

"Eh?" The Captain shot up an eyebrow.

Tony nodded. "Yeah, he's right. Fury's at my house so he must have brought his alcohol equipment or whatever you call it."

"So you go in," said Loki.

Tony finished, "And you take the tap and bring it back here!"

"I seriously don't think-"

At that moment, people began to stream in and Thor waited patiently at the ladder. "Welcome to the party!" he bellowed. "Five dollars per entry, please!"

"Why are other people here, Clint?" demanded Bobbi, glaring at him while the brown haired boy shrugged.

"Okay, I'll get it," Steve said, wanting to get away from Bobbi's rage.

"Hey, you get it and you'll be getting a little reward from me." Natasha winked and Steve nodded vigorously, climbing out of the pool.


"You know, I might have heard something about a party somewhere," some kid said to the two investigating adults in front of him while standing in the liquor shop. They had been busy searching for any kegs when the kid had suggested this.

"Alright," Coulson said, nodding.

"But maybe for a few-" He was rubbing his fingers together when Fury glowered him down.

"Oh, a real smart ass you are. Let's see how smart you are when I snap off your head!"

Obviously frightened stiff of Fury's threat, the kid cringed. "Okay, okay!" he relented. "They said something about a vacant house on Ridgewood."

"Hey! I know that place!" confirmed Coulson with a snap. "It's the vacant house on Ridgewood."

"Good work, Sherlock!" Fury said sarcastically. "Let's roll!"


Half an hour later, Steve finally turned up at the house, spinning around the gate, grabbing a hold of the garden hose and swung down the pool, feet planted on the side and extending his free arm with the tap in hand.

"I stole Fury's tap-" he announced proudly until he peered down and saw his friends along with Fury, Coulson and Howard Stark with a few local policemen surrounding them, their arms crossed with stern looks on their faces.

"Back from those thieves," Steve finished unsurely, then nervously chuckled.


After several earfuls of scolding and the like, Steve and Natasha were now hanging out in the driveway of his house, leaning on his ride. Steve was kicking at the ground with his shoe and Natasha's head was laid across his shoulders. "Damn, my parents are going to kill me," he muttered under his breath.

"You're always saying that," she sighed with a smile.

"Yeah, but this time, he's gonna kill me! I mean, I cut class, I trespassed, I have stolen beer, and then I swung into a pool full of cops on a garden hose carrying Fury's tap!"

"Mm hmm. That was so cool!" she praised. "And you looked sexy."

"I did?"

"You did."

"Really?"

"Really!" she laughed pushing his shoulder playfully. She pressed an assuring peck on his lips and then added, "You looked dangerous."

"Oh, yes, I did."

She laughed and just had to kiss him again when Fury and Coulson walked in on the scene. While Coulson swooned at their cuteness, Fury groaned and cleared his throat. "Go to your house, Romanoff!" he ordered and the red haired girl reluctantly pulled away from the golden haired boy.

"I'll see you later, babe," she whispered in his ear and he pushed down a grin.

Suddenly, there was a honk. All of them turned to see Loki poking his head out of the window of a sleek black Mercedes car. "Lovely Natasha," he called. "Come hitch a ride with me if you're going home!"

"And risk you knowing my address?" She snorted. "No way."

"Fine, walk all the way home."

Natasha considered the long distance she would have to walk in the deep, dark night and groaned in frustration and reluctantly strolled over to the car. "Fine, she breathed out through gritted teeth.

"Ahem," Steve said and also walked over to the driver's set and leaned in to whisper, "If you stalk her, try to hurt or make her do anything she doesn't want to do, you will regret it," he growled.

Once he stood back up, the redhead looked at him, grateful and impressed. "See? Sexy and dangerous."

"Love you," he said back and she winked once more before getting in the car.