Chapter 39-Dance decision

By: MysticFantasy

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James quickly dialed the combination to his locker and opened it. In doing so, a few white envelopes fell to the ground. He knelt down, picked them up, stuffed them into his backpack and quickly gathered the things he needed for the weekend before heading for the front of the building where a driver was waiting to take him home.

Once he was back home and in his room, he took out the envelopes and saw they were addressed to him from girls in his class.

"What's that you got there, sport?"

James' head snapped to his bedroom door and he spotted his father standing there with a knowing look on his face.

"Not sure yet, dad." he answered.

"They look like love letters from girls from your school." Steve said. "Are they asking you to the prom?"

"Dad, it's a middle school dance and I don't know why they would be sending me letters." James answered.

"Don't sell yourself short." Steve said. "You're turning into a real nice young man and that's something the ladies like."

James watched his father leave before he went back to the letters. To be honest, he was most likely sure that the girls who wrote them were probably asking him to the school dance. But he was also more sure that they were just asking him because of who his famous parent's are.

Opening the first letter, James lightly blushed when the first few lines were discribbing how the girl, Carrie, thought he was 'so totally cute and adorable'.

Several more of the letters were written in the same manner along with a few phone numbers so he could contact them and give them an answer in time for the dance the next night. A few of them were stating that they liked James for who he is and not who his family is.

But it was something that James was very cautious of.

Since he was young, his parent's made sure to make it clear to him that there were some people out there who would try to be his friend or possible love interest in hopes of gaining a little fame and attention.

This caused the teen to become very cautious with people who would show interest in being a friend or girlfriend.

Sure he has a few friends who proved that they just wanted to be regular friends with him but most other had their own reasons in mind.

Now that this dance was coming up, it somehow reached a tv station and his parent's had already gotten a few calls asking if their son was going to be there.

James was grateful that his parent's had refused to give any answers because he wasn't sure if he would be going to the dance.

Like his father, he wasn't much of a dancer and he hated to dress up. The private school uniforms were bad enough to deal with. He was sure there was no way that he could get through a night in a crowded and hot gym while wearing a suit.

After finishing reading the last story and finishing his homework, James realized that it was time for dinner.

But upon reaching the dinning room, James realized he probably should have raided his secret stash of junk food.

"Hey kiddo, heard you got a lot of love letters today." Clint exclaimed as he hugged his godson around the shoulders.

"How'd you find out?" James exclaimed in surprise.

"Sorry buddy. That was all me." Tony answered. "I forced Jarvis to talk."

James lightly blushed at the sudden attention from his uncles.

"Guys, I don't even know if I want to go to the dance." James declared.

"You are too much like your father." Tony declared.

"Hey." Steve lightly exclaimed but didn't argue further.

"What do you mean?" James asked.

"It wasn't until he married your mother that he actually started learning to dance." Tony explained. "Don't wait like he did. Start learning some moves now and get the ladies attention."

"Tony. Let him decide if he wants to go to that dance or not. The press is still trying to find out if he's going to be there or not. We've managed to keep them in the dark so far. Natasha and I don't want him to suddenly be on the next Bachelor show."

"A teenage bachelor show? Sounds tempting to make." Tony said. "But not right now. James, it is your choice if you want to go boogy all night or not. But if you do, let me and your Uncle Clint help. No offence to your daddy but he's still working on modernizing his hairstyle."

James lightly chuckled. He always heard about how his two uncles were always teasing his father.

Dinner went by and James returned to his room to decide if he was going to go to the dance or not. Even if he did, he wasn't sure if he wanted to take a date or not.

It would be nice to be able to go alone and not have to worry about getting his picture taken with a girl who only wanted a few minutes in the spotlight.

But there was still the fact that he couldn't dance and that he'd have to wear a suit.

"James?"

The teen looked up and saw his mother. Ever the spy she is, she was able to sneak up on him without ever making a sound.

"Something wrong?" she asked.

"Just thinking." he answered. "I don't know if I want to go to this dance or not."

"You don't have to, honey. You father never went to a dance. He wanted to but no one ever asked him because they weren't interested. I was the first person he ever danced with and even to this day he still isn't all that great at it. He does it because he knows I like to dance and it makes me happy. Your uncles weren't kidding when they said that you do take after your father."

"Is that bad?" James asked.

"Well, you do need to find out what you want to do instead of what your father is interested in." Natasha said. "Maybe you'll be opposite of him and be a great dancer."

"I don't know, mom. Besides, I'd have to wear a suit. I hate wearing suits." James said.

"Maybe you're not so much like your father after all." Natasha said.

James had to admit that part was true. His father loves to wear suits. He always wore one when he had to make a public appearance or the Avengers went out to something formal.

"If you do decide to go, I can take you somewhere to get a suit made. We can have one made so that you won't feel so constricted and so you won't have to wear a tie. I'll talk with your Uncle Clint and we can show you some proper dances. You are still a teenager after all." she offered.

"Thanks, mom. I'll still think about it and let you know by morning." James said.

"Fair enough." Natasha said and kissed his temple. "I'll see you in the morning, sweetheart."

James bid his mother goodnight and decided to get a little homework done before turning in for the night. He was a few math equations in when a knock sounded on his door.

"Come in." he called.

The door opened and he spotted his Uncle Clint and Uncle Tony.

"Hey kiddo. We know that you're still deciding on that dance but we wanted to show you something. A possible dance we could teach you." Tony said as he pulled up a video on his Stark tablet.

"What is it?" James asked curiously.

"It was a dance the two of us invented on the day your parent's got married." Clint explained. "We got famous for it. It's called the Iron Hawk dance."