A Very Gay Highschool Story

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Pietro

"Pietro, can I talk to you before we leave?" Tony asked.

"Sure, what about?" I asked, the both of us stepping away from the group.

"Does Clint need hearing aids?" Tony answered my question with a question of his own. 

"He doesn't have any, if that's what you're asking." I tell him. "Why?"

"I made him some." Tony said, reaching into his pocket and taking some out. "I don't know if they work or not, so I was wondering if he would like to try them."

"That's.... a good idea." I said after a pause in thought. "And really nice of you."

"Could you give them to him?" He asked. "I would give them to him myself, but I think it would mean more if it came from you."

He handed them to me and I smiled at him, thanking him. I took the case from his hands, putting it in the front pocket of my jeans. I had decided that I wasn't going to give them to him just yet, I wanted to wait until we at least got home. I wanted to give him the chance to choose whose voice he gets to hear first: mine or his mothers. 

Clint and I, along with Wanda, got into one car, and started to drive home. My hand rested in my lap, covering up the lump that the hearing aids caused in his jeans. I knew I didn’t have to hide them, but if Clint asked, I feel like I would have to lie about it. 

“What are you hiding?” Wanda asked, poking her head between the two front seats. Shit. Then the car stopped and Wanda signed to Clint that I was hiding something.

“Maybe it’s something he doesn’t want you to know about.” Clint says, then the light turns green, and Clint starts driving.

“Wanda,” I say, turning myself so that Clint wouldn’t be able to glance out of the side of his eye and read his lips. “They’re hearing aids. Tony made them and asked me to give them to him.” Wanda gasped in excitement and started wiggling, then I interrupted: “He said that he didn’t know if they would work or not, so..”

“You’re scared that you may disappoint him.” Wanda correctly surmised. “Look, if they don’t work, they don’t work. Tony will just work more on them until they eventually do. Clint won’t be disappointed in you, he would be happy that you want him to hear you. Speaking of hearing, did you hear anything from Tony and Stephen’s tent?”

“Only some small gasps and some rummaging around.” I told her. “I think that Tony just had another nightmare, but thankfully not a bad one this time.”

Clint

I know that they were talking about something, and I had a feeling that it was in relation to me. If I look over to read their lips, I could risk getting us into a crash, so I sat in silence, wondering about the topic of conversation, that probably also pertained to what Pietro was hiding in his pant pocket. 

After a while on the highway, Pietro tapped my shoulder and mouthed the word bathroom. I pulled off at the next exit and went to the nearest gas station. Wanda and Pietro left the car and I decided that it might be a good idea to fill the tank. Once it was filled, I pulled the car into a parking space and went inside myself, using the bathroom, then coming out to see that the twins were holding some bags.

“What did you get?” I signed. 

“Snacks.” Was all I got from them before they left the building for the car. 

I saw the bright colors of candy wrappers and chip bags, then the distribution of drinks. Then we were back on the road and we were back home in about an hour. Well, back to their house, not mine. 

I got out of the car with them, to help them with the stuff in the trunk of my car. Wanda kept giving Pietro looks and lightly pushing him towards me. When they got their bags from my car, I was about to leave when Pietro put his hand on my shoulder, then signed for me to wait, and I did. When he got back outside, I noticed that he was holding something in his hand.

“These are hearing aids.” He signed, opening his hand. “Tony made them and he wanted me to give them to you.”

I took them from his hand, examining them. I was skeptical at first, but I eventually decided to screw it and put them in, then looked up to face Pietro, waiting for him to say something.

“Are you gonna talk.” I speak with words, my voice surprising me a little. It was deeper than I remember it being.

"Do you want to hear my voice or your mom's first?" He signed. How kind of him, letting me choose.

"Yours." I say. 

"What do you want me to say?" He signed.

"Anything." I told him.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" He asked, and I was confused, then I remembered, the first thing he signed to me.

"I don't mind."

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