We didn’t start the fire
Bucky had to admit, second block was officially his favorite class. Not only did it have all of his friends in the class, both old and new, but the teacher really didn’t give a damn.
“This class isn’t required to graduate and I know all of you here just needed a class to fill your schedules and I have grades to do so as long as you do the warmups and are quiet you will pass. Other than that, do whatever you want,” Mr. Pym had said yesterday before returning to whatever he was tinkering with on his desk, the rest of the class moving to their seats.
It was only the second day and Bucky had already begun to merge into Natasha’s group of friends, sitting at his table with Natasha, Wanda, and Sam. Clint was sitting at the table to his left, talking to Steve, Thor, and Pietro. Bruce, Tony, T’challa, and Rhodey we’re to his right, and behind them were Shuri and Peter. Bucky felt his phone buzz again and he returned his attention to the rapidly moving group chat that was displayed on his phone.
Fuck Highschool
Arachninsomnia: may I ask one more time… how did we all get put into the same class?
Falco: my money’s on Nat
America’s Ass: Nat most likely
Thunder: probably Natasha
Russian Spy: actually… no
King B: wait w a t?
Clit: hehe umm…
Toner: Clint what did you do?
Clit: ok ok here me out
Winter’s Bitch: *hear
Clit: fuck off
Clit: anyways I saw our schedules and we had like… 0 classes together and I didn’t want this year to be boring so I kinda moved everyone’s classes around so we at least had someone we knew in every class
Falco: how’d you get into the office tho???? It’s locked every day
Clit: vents
Bucky turned around slowly, giving the blonde man behind him a look of shock. Clint smirked in return, giving him an easy shrug.
nyOOM: he does that a lot
America’s Ass: how does he even fit????
Clit: I was in the circus for a while so…
Toner: damn imagine being that flexible
Clit: hey it gets me laid so I’m not complaining
Bucky held back a snort, listening to the chorus of snickers around him. They all dropped their phones to their lap as their teacher looked up, shaking his head before continuing his work. Bucky immediately picked back up his phone, continuing to read the chat.
Winter’s Bitch: btw Natasha can I change my name?
Russian Spy: why?
Winter’s Bitch: because this is my Christmas nickname that you never changed back and I wanna go back to my old name
Russian Spy: yeah sure
Russian Spy gave Winter’s Bitch admin rights
Winter’s Bitch changed their name to Thighs of Betrayal
Thighs of Betrayal: thank you
Thighs of Betrayal changed America’s Ass to Captain Dorito
Captain Dorito: BUCKY NO
Falco: DO YOU STILL HAVE THE PICTURE
Thighs of Betrayal: HAHAHHAH YESSSSSS
Scarlet Letter: what is going on
Here’s Brucie: ^
Toner: ^
Arachninsomnia: ^
Da Way: ^
nyOOM: ^
Clit: ^
King B: BROKEN WHITE BOI SEND IT
Thighs of Betrayal sent CaptainDorito.jpeg to the chat
Captain Dorito: BUCKY NOOOOOOO
Clit: NDMWKJDJS HAHAHHAHAHA HOLY S H I T
Scarlet Letter: IM WHEEZING
Russian Spy: GUYS BE QUIET WE'RE GONNA GET IN TROUBLE
Da Way: I DONT CARE THIS IS TOO PURE
Arachninsomnia: HOWD YOU EVEN THINK OF THAT
Falco: EVERYONE HUDDLE AROUND ITS STORY TIME
Bucky smiled at the text, leaning forwards so he could hear Sam. He heard a shuffle behind him and turned to see Clint scratching the back of his head, a nervous tick that Bucky had picked up on relatively quickly. “I um, I can’t really hear from where I was sitting…” he began quietly, Bucky registering what he said before scooting over, patting the half empty seat. He watched as Clint’s eyes lit up, a dopey smile crossing his face as he sat down beside him, their thighs flush against one another. He felt Clint throw his arm around the back of the seat to keep himself stable, Bucky taking advantage to lean into it slightly. He caught Natasha’s eyes, her eyebrows moved up slightly in a look of interest before a simple smile appeared on her lips. ‘Заткнись’ he mouthed to her, no real heat behind the words. She just kept grinning as the others grabbed chairs or shared with others, adjusting so they could all hear the story. When they were all seated Sam cleared his throat, launching into the story.
“So this all started around freshman year, when Steve, Bucky and I had just met. Those two had known each other for a while but Steve liked me and next thing I knew I had to protect this scrawny kid with the help of short and brooding,” Bucky rolled his eyes at the nickname, earning a smile from his friend as he continued, “but anyways, Steve was this super scrawny, asthmatic, five foot four child who would always pick fights and lose, and for all of freshman year we had to watch over him, and then all the sudden sophomore year hits and he’s built like a fucking tank. Bucky and I were confused as shit but went along with it, watching as the people who bullied him last year would pointedly avoid him. But anyways, one day we were sitting at lunch, talking when Bucky grabbed his chips. They were the cool ranch Doritos and we got into an argument about which ones were better-“
“Which is cool ranch,” Bucky threw in, earning a glare from Sam.
“Splash splash your opinion is trash, but anyways. Steve was basically done with our shit so he stood up to throw his food away. Bucky was holding up the chip perfectly so that, from a distance, Steve had the exact same chest to waist ratio as a fucking Dorito. I made Bucky hold the chip as I took the picture and we fucking lost it, sending it to Natasha who proceeded to share it with the entire school,” Sam concluded the story, the others stick chuckling at the end.
“I still remember the story of you getting a concussion and being convinced that Bucky and I were doppelgängers that we’re trying to steal your virginity,” Steve retaliated, Bucky letting out a muffled laugh.
“I had an excuse! It was a concussion!” Sam cried, Bucky feeling the man next to him shake in laughter. He had a hand over his mouth and his eyes were crinkled, the sharp blues practically glowing with joy. Bucky looked away in an attempt to sooth his racing heart, resuming his attention to the conversation.
“Didn’t you get that concussion from hitting your head on the top of the door frame?” Bucky added in, the group falling silent before exploding with laughter.
“Quiet down,” Mr. Pym warned, the group trying and failing pathetically to silence their giggles. Bucky’s cheeks were hurting by the time he had managed to calm down, managing to catch his breath for a moment before watching as Clint fell out of his side of the chair, his laughter returning.
“How did you do that?” Bucky wheezed, trying to help Clint up but slipping as well, ending up on the floor next to Clint. The two looked at one another before their giggles returned, the others watching them in amusement. Bucky stood after a moment, ignoring his aching tailbone as he reached down to pull Clint up, the man smiling gratefully and taking his hand. He pulled Clint up, thinking before taking a seat. He patted his lap, watching Clints expressions change from confusion to shock and finally shyness. “Hey if it’s uncomfortable you don’t have to, I just thought it would be easier…” Bucky trailed off, biting his lip. He didn’t mean to make the man uncomfortable, shit that was the last thing he meant to do, and if-
“Oh no don’t worry, I’m just scared I’m gonna crush your short legs,” the man snarked, Bucky staring at him in disbelief.
“Well, Bucky is known to have the “Thighs of Betrayal” for a reason,” Thor put quotations around the words, the others staring at Thor in interest Bucky groaned.
“Story time?” Clint asked as he slid onto Bucky’s thighs, shooting him a smirk. Bucky rolled his eyes in response, surprised by how light the man was, then again, he always wore loose clothing that didn’t really fit, reminding him of young Steve. He was startled from the thought, however, when Clint suddenly gasped, grabbing his phone quickly. “We forgot to add Rhodey to the group chat!” He flustered, Rhodey turning to them all in betrayal.
“You guys had a group chat without me?! You mother fuckers!!” Rhodey huffed, causing Bucky to smile in amusement. Yeah, second block was definitely his favorite