Bucky Giving Steve His (Not So) Horrible Dating Advice
"WHATS THE PROBLEM AGAIN?" Bucky questioned Steve, throwing yet another piece of trash into the bin across the room. It hit the edge of the bin and hit the floor, and Bucky let out a groan.
"The problem? The problem!?"
"Yes, the problem. What was it again?"
Steve felt the sudden urge to throw something at Bucky's face. He wasn't even listening!
"I'm falling for Tony Stark!" Steve exclaimed loudly. "That's the problem!"
Steve couldn't even get Tony out of his head. The brunet was invading in every single one of his thoughts. In class, the blond would daydream about the next time he would be able to see him, the next time he would be able to talk to him. Tony was supposed to be helping him with his grades, but now it seemed like he would be the main cause of them going down.
"Yeah, I heard that part." Bucky picked up a piece of crumbled paper off of the floor, throwing it across the room. This time, it landed in the bin. "Score! Okay... okay... I'm listening now. What's the problem with that?"
"The problem is that... is that he's a Stark."
Howard and Tony had always been known not only for their brilliance and their good looks, but for their ability to get practically anyone they wanted, and anything that they wanted. They were the masters of it.
"A player. I thought I warned you about this."
Yeah, Steve thought, and I ignored you.
"You did. Just let me continue. He's arrogant and privileged and brilliant and smart and funny and gorgeous and..."
Steve could've gone on. And on. And on.
"Okay."
Bucky only had one thought: Yikes, hes whipped.
"Don't do that," Steve said to him accusingly.
"Do what?"
"That expression! It's your Steve is being stubborn for no reason face." Steve saw that face coming from Bucky almost always.
"The fact that there's a recognizable one..." Bucky trailed off, letting out a sigh.
"Bucky."
"Yes?"
"Help me."
"Steve, I don't know what to tell you! Sam and I just easily fell in love with each other."
Not true. At all.
"You mean after five months of hatred, a month of spiteful friendship and two months of ridiculous pining?"
The blond remembered the start of this like it was yesterday. Bucky had come back after class one day, going on about some stupid boy in his journalism class. Apparently the two of them had been teamed up for a project, but didn't agree on how to do it. With the personalities that Sam and Bucky had, a fight was only waiting to happen.
The hate between them turned somewhat into respect when they realized that, hey, maybe you aren't as stupid as I thought. And soon after that it turned into feelings, with the both of them trying to make the other jealous in some attempt for attention. Steve had to eventually call them out on it, which was the reason they were dating now. They were so busy trying to make each other mad that they were oblivious to the fact that they both had caught feelings.
"Yes."
"I hate you."
"Look, Steve, has Stark helped you with school?"
The more that Steve looked at it, Tony was helping in more ways than he had originally thought. With his grades now on the rise up, Coach Fury was impressed with him. Teachers had suddenly become more lenient on letting Steve turn in work just a tad bit late. His anxiety and stress about the situation was practically gone now, and all of this was thanks to Tony.
"Definitely. I think I might finally pass a math class with an A... probably a B. Anyway, a high grade."
If anyone had told Steve maybe five months ago that he would have a chance at passing his math class, he would've laughed right in their face.
"And does he respect you?"
"He... does. He didn't used to. But now..."
"You like him?"
"A lot."
"Then you have two more of those fancy parties to tell him and get you hands on that rich ass before someone smarter does."
How would he even manage to do it? Those charity galas were full of people just waiting to hear something that interested them enough to gossip about. Getting rejected in the middle of one called for disaster. But the blond had to admit that Bucky was right. Telling him sooner than later meant an answer rather than long nights of speculation. Even if that answer meant rejection.
"Gee, thanks, Buck."
"I know, I'm extremely helpful."
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Unknown Number
I would've expected you to text me by now. Way to destroy my confidence, Rogers.
Stevie
Must've forgotten. My apologies, Stark.
Stevie
How did you get my number anyway? I don't give it to many people.
Tony
A genius like me can always get those things.
Tony
I'm kidding. I paid someone ten bucks for it.
Stevie
You're joking. Who did you pay?
Tony
Some cheerleader. Brunette, brown eyes.
Stevie
There is a lot of girls on the cheerleading team that match that exact description, please be more specific.
Stevie
And I don't even remember giving my number to any of the cheerleaders!
Tony
Do you know that you're popular? I'm being serious here.
Tony
Those girls would kill to have it. She probably got it from someone else.
Stevie
Yes, I am aware that many people in this school know who I am.
Stevie
Did you catch her name, by chance?
Tony
I was asking for your number, not her name.
Tony
Are you coming to tutoring tomorrow?
Stevie
Of course I am.
Stevie
By the way, when is the next gala?
Tony
Some time next weekend.
Tony
I'll get you a new suit. I'll deliver.
Stevie
I'll just wear the one you got me for last time. The people there won't notice.
Tony
Of course they will notice.
Tony
I'm getting you a new one. What color tie?
Stevie
Does it matter?
Tony
Fine. We'll be color coordinated. You will wear the pink tie and I'll be blue.
Stevie
Why don't we both wear pink ties? Create a little bit of gossip.
Tony
I must say I am surprised, I never took you for the gossip type.
Tony
I'll order them. Everything should be at your door on Sunday.
Stevie
I have a game on Sunday, so Bucky will probably be there. Just knock and stay at the door, okay? He has a fear of bombs being in packages.
Tony
I'll buy a ticket. Front row.
Stevie
What? You don't have to. I probably won't even play.
Stevie
You can always drop it off on Monday.
Tony
It doesn't matter to me if you don't play.
Tony
I'll meet you after the game to give it to you.
Stevie
If you sit in the front row you will probably get to see me. Look for number 17.
Tony
Definitely worth the price of the ticket if I do get to see you.
Tony
If you make a touchdown, make sure to come over and give me a kiss.
Stevie
Tony, I play offense.
Tony
I know nothing about football.
Stevie
Good night, Stark.
Tony
Good night, Rogers.