Same old, same old

Rinnnnnnnnng- Bucky slammed his fist on the alarm, effectively stopping the annoying ringing.

'I'll get up in five minutes' he reasoned.

Na na na na... His phone rang, the Batman theme song blaring in his ears. Groggily he picked up his phone and answered.

"Hist zu ewrhy."

"Wow, Barns," Nat spoke sarcastically into the phone. "Real dignifying."

"Sha' daup."

"Get your ass out of bed and come out. It's the first day of senior year, and I plan on starting on a good note."

"Wha' happened to skipping first period every morning?"

"If it means bringing you pain, I'm willing to sacrifice it."

"I hate you."

"I love you too." Nat says with dismissal. "Now get your sorry ass out here before I have to get up and drag you out."

"Yeah, yeah."

Hanging up the phone, he crawls out of bed and clumsily pulls on a pair of sweats, a white t-shirt and a thin grey hoddie over it. He trips down the stairs while putting on his converse.

"Shit."

Grabbing a granola bar, he walks out, slinging his back back over his shoulder and jogs out to Nat's car.

"You look like shit."

"Good morning to you too, sunshine."

Natasha whacks him in the head before combing through his mop of hair, trying to part it properly.

"Ahhgh..." He hisses as she rips apart a knot.

"Don't be such a pussy." She chastises, continuing to rip at his hair until she was satisfied and Bucky was sure he had no hair left.

"I'm gonna be bald by the end of the year." He complains.

"Well, if you'd actually brush your hair for once..."

She started the engine.

"Seatbelt."

Bucky grudgingly strapped himself in and braced himself for her reckless driving. 'I am a perfectly capable driver, Barnes.' Please.

As expected, Natasha floored the gas, the car shooting forward, causing Bucky to lurch forward, nearly hitting his head on the dash. Natasha was unperturbed, the same bitch-face-know-it-all expression as always.

"Sooo..." Bucky grins slyly. "Hows the crush on Clint going?"

Nat's poker face cracks for a moment before turning down into a scowl.

Bucky had found out by total accident and "I swear Barns, you tell anyone, anyone, I'll rip off you balls. With my bare hands" it had caused him nightmares about how she'd sneak into his room and kill him in his sleep for finding out, because, frankly, no one, not even her best friend, was aloud to know things like that about her. Ever.

"I told you, Barnes. I'm over him."

He cocks an eyebrow.

"Nat, you knew everything about him. You know, how he got run over a car in London, how he's on a professional basketball team and lives with the other varsity players in the school in a boarding house, how he broke his arms, how he fell off the top terrace of a three story house, how he got the scar on his left arm-that story, that was hilarious-"

"Shut up!"

Nat hits him on the leg.

"I swear Barnes, if I end up wrecking my car because of you, I will wring your neck."

"Chill, sunshine," Bucky grins. "There's no shame in having a crush."

Nat scowls.

"I'm over him."

"Sure, sure." Bucky turns to his granola bar, starting to devour it.

He looked down at the breakfast bar. Raisin. Not chocolate chip. Ugh.

"Want it?" He gestures towards Nat.

She grabs it and pops it into her mouth.

"Ugh. Mouth." Bucky wrinkles his nose.

She rolls her eyes and opens her mouth fully, before swallowing, smiling sweetly.

•••

They pull up into the schools senior parking lot and jump out.

Nat grabs Bucky's sleeve and drags him towards the entrance, where a pale, black haired guy in a green sweater was looking wildly around.

"Loki!" Nat hollers loudly. Bucky cringes.

Loki looked up and grins before walking towards them.

He leans towards Nat and mutters in her ear, "Hawkeye at 12:00."

She spins around wildly, before realizing no one was there and punches Loki in the arm.

Loki had found out from Bucky. It was a total accident. Loki just kept bothering him until finally, 'It's the blonde dude who wears purple all the time! God, you happy?'

Hawkeye was the codename for Clint. Bucky thought of it himself, he had been very proud of it, and Loki had backed him, but Nat had claimed it was stupid.

Over time, it grew on her and she just referred to him as 'Hawkeye'.

"I'm 100 percent done. It's a new year, and I'm a new woman. No going back into the past."

"Hawkeye..." Bucky warned her quietly.

"Barnes, I'm not that stupid. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. I'm over-"

She trailed off as Hawkeye brushed past them into the school.

She turned as red as her hair. "Just kidding." She squeaked.

Bucky laughs loudly and slings his arm around her and drags her inside, Nat in turn dragging Loki.

•••

Bucky took a look at his schedule:

James Buchanan Barns

Identification number: 32557038

Schedule:

Homeroom: Mrs. Holt

First Period:

Subject: Math. Pre Calculus Regulars.

Teacher: Mr. Rues

Room: 908

Second Period:

Subject: Language Arts. Literature and Composition Regulars.

Teacher: Mrs. Ash

Room:306

Third Period:

Subject: Physical Education

Teacher: Mr. Haydack

Room:2009

First Lunch

Fourth Period:

Subject: Art 2

Teacher: Ms. Callie

Room:401

Fifth Period:

Subject: History. AP European History

Teacher: Mr. Kent

Room: 2005

Sixth Period:

Subject: Science. AP Biology

Teacher: Mrs. Lenore

Room: 504

'Dear Lord, help us all' prayed Bucky, scanning the schedule for the fourth time.

Nothing happened in first period. There were some people he knew, vaguely, but he spent the entire class texting Natasha anyway.

Nat was in his second period, and they already got an assignment.

'Write a three page essay on what you did over the summer.'

How the hell is he supposed to elongate binge watching Netflix and sleeping in past 12 into three pages?

In third period, they didn't have to dress out, so they just sat on the bleachers listening to the man babble on about the rules. Hawkeye was in that class, so Nat was having a slight problem concreting. Thor Odinson was also there, and Loki was making faces at his back the entire time.

Then. Finally.

Lunch.

Nat, Loki, and himself tromp out of the room and towards that cafeteria, the three of them quickly claiming a table before Bucky went to the lunch line.

•••

Bucky finally got out of the line and speed walks back over to Nat and Loki.

"...I don't care what they say, or how many times it's been said, this pizza is motherfucking cardboard." He complains, plopping down in between his friends.

"Uh huh." Nat says unconsciously, looking at the table across from them.

Bucky looks over. It was that table. The one where all the varsity players grouped at and never actually sat down, all standing around the table. If they did sit, they sat on top on the table.

It was the usual group, Thor(football), Sam(basketball), Hawkeye(basketball and archer), Pietro(Track), Logan(Bucky couldn't remember. Probably football), and so on. And... and someone new.

He was tall, blonde, and fit as hell.

"Who's that?"

"Steve Rogers, moved here from Brooklyn a month ago." Nat answers monotonically.

"Did you find this out the normal way, or the, you know, Nat way?"

"I can't believe you think I would do that. I only do it for people who interest me, for my own benefit. He's in my homeroom, Mr. Bele decided he'd do the introduce-yourself-to-the-class thing you do in sixth grade."

Loki cocked an eyebrow. "I only do it for people who interest me." He mimics to Bucky. "Aka, Hawkeye."

He laughs and eats the rest of his pizza, watching the new person.

'You're a fucking stalker, Barnes.

No, no I'm not.

Yes, yes you are,' his subconscious mimicked.

Art was boring.

So was history. He and Loki suffered together.

And then. Then.

Science.

Steve Rogers was in his science class. So Nat, Hawkeye, Tony, Bruce...

He looked at the empty seat next to Steve's left.

And went and sat next to Natasha, who was typing frantically on her phone.

He leaned over and looked at her phone.

"Whatcha doin'?"

"Deleting the study plans for the class."

Bucky's eyes lit up.

"Kidding, I'm texting Maria."

Bummed, Bucky leaned back into his seat, just as the tardy bell rang.

Mrs. Lenore stood up, holding a piece of paper.

"Okay guys, get up. Assigned seats."

There was a collective groan from the class, but everyone got up.

"Okay, group one, Sharon Carter, Peggy Carter...

Group four! Natasha Romanoff, Clinton Barton, Anthony Stark, Bruce Banner, James Barnes, and... Steven Rogers. Sit here, here, here, and here." She instructed.

Steve was on his right, Nat was on his left, with Hawkeye sitting directly in front of her. In front of Bucky was Tony, and in front of Steve was Bruce.

Nat shot Hawkeye a glare, and the guy, alarmed, looked away.

Poor guy. It wad never fun to be the subject of Nat's glares.

"Okay guys, get to know your group mates. You're going to be stuck with them for a while. A really long while." With that the teacher walked to her desk and disappeared behind the computer.

"I'm Tony, but you already know-"

"That." Nat cut him off, rolling her eyes. "I'm Natasha." She states blandly, clearly hinting that she didn't care and the next person could start.

"Bruce." The guy said quietly.

"Clint."

"Stevebucky." Steve and Bucky say at the same time.

"Guys. Guys. If you're gonna mash up your names, make it cool. Like, Stucky. Yeah. Stucky." Clint comments, obviously proud of it.

Nat rolls her eyes angrily, and Hawkeye ducks his head.

'Nat. What the hell?'

When the bells rings, Nat practically flies out the door, Bucky in tow.

After they hop into her car, Bucky turns to her.

"So. What's up with Hawkeye?"

"Nothing." She answers nonchalantly.

"Really? He probably thinks you hate him. Want happened to liking him?"

"It's either instilling the fear of God in him, or being a blushy 12 year old. I'm going with fear."

Bucky rolls his eyes.

"You still staying over?"

"Of course." Nat snorts. "I wouldn't miss your mom's cooking for the world."

"Lets go then."

•••

It was later on in the evening and Bucky's mom had left to a dentists appointment, so they had the house to themselves, who were of course arguing over what movie to watch.

"The Hunchback of Notredame." Nat insisted for 40th time."

"Dude! That's depressing as fuck. If we're gonna watch a Disney movie, make it something happy, like Tangled."

"It's The Hunchback or... Bambi." Her voice dropped lower with the threat.

Bucky's eyes widened with horror. "You wouldn't. "

Nat smiles predatorily.

"No, no, no, no, no. You win. The hunchback it is."

She grins triumphantly and takes out the disk.

"Get the popcorn." She demands.

"No popcorn. Mom hates the smell, 'member?"

"You're household is a disgrace, Barnes. No popcorn." She shakes her head.

"We have potato chips." He offers.

"They'll have to do..."

"They're sour cream and onion."

Her eyes gleam. "Oh yea. They'll do."

The movie starts, with Nat laying on his lap with the bowl of chips on her stomach.

Halfway through the movie, at the part where the ancient-times pole dancer and the stereotypical blonde dude kiss, Nat bursts out laughing.

"His face."

"Wha'?" Asks Bucky, half asleep.

"Hawkeye's face. When I glared at him. Oh god. It was beautiful."

"You always think his face is beautiful."

Nat throws chips at his face.

They finished the move in silence, with the occasional sarcastic comment from Bucky when he was awake enough to understand what was going on.

"So," Nat began. "Stucky, huh?"

"What? Nah-"

"Chill, Barnes, there's nothing wrong with having a crush." She drawls, grinning.

"Nat..."

"You know about my love life, I get to know about yours. Best friend ground rules. He's cute."

"Yeah. So are you. Doesn't mean I'm into you."

Nat smiled. "Awwwww... Me, cute. I'm touched. This doesn't mean I'm letting you off the hook though. I bet you 50 bucks that by the end of the year, you'll feel something for our dear Stevie."

"Deal."

Nat's eyes gleamed.

"I never forget a deal." She warns.

"And I never break one." Bucky shoots back.

"That's a lie." She snorts, but holds out her hand.

"50 bucks."

He takes it. "50 bucks."

A/N: So... New story... Thoughts?

~FanAdd