i’m running out of chapter names
“wait, you do what?”
“i do yoga club.”
“really?”
“uh huh.”
“oh…”
“yeah... is that weird?” tony shook his head rapidly.
“no, no, no! it sounds cool. it’s just not something i’d be interested in.” stephen raised an eyebrow at the brunette.
“have you even tried yoga?” tony paused, and stephen got his answer. “you should try it. it helps you relax, and you always seem to be stressed.” tony frowned at his friend. “i don’t mean that in a bad way.”
“no, it’s cool. i understand.” tony shrugged. “okay, i guess i’ll go. but, only for one day.”
“sure, as long as you try something new. it starts during lunch so meet at the cafeteria and we’ll go.” tony nodded, before the bell rang. “oh, i gotta go to maths.” stephen awkwardly waved before walking away. tony watched him go, before walking to science.
yoga can’t be that bad, right?
steve had never felt so embarrassed in his life.
he was sketching in his sketchbook. he had totally forgotten that the muse of his art was sitting opposite him.
“steve, what are you drawing?” bucky asked, trying to see what his friend was doodling. steve didn’t respond, so bucky decided to take matters into his own hands. he snatched the notebook out of steve’s hands. that’s when the blonde male really started paying attention.
“buuucky! give it back, now!” steve commanded, but the other didn’t listen. bucky flicked through pages.
“wow, you seem to draw me a lot, ste-“ he paused, blushing heavily. steve groaned, hiding his face in his hands. “steve?” the blonde male lifted his head up, and saw the drawing in the sketchbook. it was a very detailed drawing of bucky smiling. there we love hearts and messages surrounding him, though, and one of them must’ve caught bucky’s eye. “do you really think i’m cute?” the red on steve’s face still hadn’t left him.
“uuuh, well, you see... i…” steve sighed, about to explain himself, when thor and bruce walked up to them.
“friends! it has been forever.” thor’s voice boomed whilst bruce just waved at the two.
“we just had geography together, thor.” steve pointed out, glad he didn’t have to explain himself.
“me and banner have wonderful news.”
“you’re together? yeah, everyone knows.” bucky pointed out and steve nodded.
“really?” bruce spluttered.
“words travels fast in this school.” bucky shrugged. steve glanced at bucky who gave him this look that said “we’re gonna talk about this later, bitch”
and steve really wished the world ate him up whole.
“what time is it now?” scott asked, blushing slightly. hope groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“it’s not six o’clock yet, scott. now can you shut up?” she groaned.
“i don’t know? can i?” hope shoved him out the way, causing scott to get hit by a dodgeball.
“sorry, tic tac.” sam yelled from the other side of the hall. scott glared at him.
“now that i know it was you who threw that ball, i’m starting to think you’re probably not sorry.” sam chuckled, smiling softly.
“yeah, you’re right.” scott slowly walked to a bench and sat on it, watching the clock tick away.
“ten more minutes!? that’s forever away.” scott whined.
“ten minutes ain’t that long. you can survive ten minutes. anyone can.” natasha raised an eyebrow at the brunette before throwing a ball at sam.
“what the hell, romanoff!?” sam screeched, before sitting on a bench. natasha just laughed at him, dodging a ball that was thrown at her. she watched as pepper fell onto the floor, her hand covering her left cheek.
“that came out of nowhere.” pepper muttered, walking off.
“whoever threw that ball, you’re mum’s a hoe!” natasha yelled, hurling a ball.
suddenly it was six, and suddenly, clint barton and scott lang bumped into each other in the hallway. no, they literally bumped into each other.
“shit, sorry.” scott spluttered, helping the other boy up.
“it’s okay, i was in a hurry too. i was actually looking for you.” clint smiled sheepishly.
“so was i. how about we get going to the park?” scott didn’t let go of clint’s hand and clint preferred it that way.
“let’s go, lang.” clint pulled him away.
fuck, how did scott lang get so lucky to be in the same school as clint barton?