the one where sh*t happens

Chapter Six

*y/n pov*
The next Monday, May gave Peter and I a lift to school.
We had Spanish first, and we walked in ten minutes later, despite our early arrival to school.
The teacher turned around to yell at us, when she saw my arm.
"Finally, you ar- oh. So sorry. Are you ok?"
I nodded and we went to sit in our seats.
"Hey how'd you do it?" Flash asked when I sat next to him.
"Fell down the stairs" I quickly replied, not paying much attention to him.
I struggled to get the books out my bag, and Flash offered to help.
"Flash, what are you doing?"
"Helping you."
"Why? You're a jerk."
"Rude" he stopped helping, typically.
Halfway through the lesson, he spoke again.
"I heard the avengers visited someone in the hospital around the same time you were there. Did you see them?"
"How do you know they were at the hospital?"
"It was all over the news. But it was never revealed who they visited. Did you see them?"
"Yeah, you know they actually came to visit me" I said, half sarcastically, though it wasn't a lie.
"Haha. So you didn't see them then" he got bored of the conversation and ignored me the rest of the lesson.
———
At lunch, I stood alone in the queue to get food. Someone bumped into me, trying to push past me in the line, and I tripped slightly. It wasn't a bad fall, but I couldn't get up because of my arm.
"Uhm, could you, can someone help me up?"
No one acknowledged me.
"Please?"
I slowly crawled over to the nearest table, and tried to use it to get up.
Peter found me, when I had pulled myself up onto a chair.
"Are you ok? I can't believe these insensitive jerks. No one helped you?"
"Peter it's ok. I'm fine."
He walked me over to our usual table, and gave me some of his lunch, as I had dropped mine.
I munched on half his brownie when Ned and MJ joined us.
"Hey y/n. Are you doing ok?" Ned asked kindly.
"Yes thanks" I smiled at him.
They sat down and we enjoyed the rest of lunch together.
———
After school, May had offered to give us a lift again, but I wanted to walk home.
Peter and I went to Mr Delmar's on the way to order the usual.
"Sup Murph" I greeted the cat when I walked in, and Peter ordered for us.
We left again, eating our sandwiches.
"Are you going to the compound tonight?" Peter asked me.
"No. I can't really train, and there's no one I particularly need to see. What about you?"
"Nah. I might patrol tonight though. If you're ok?"
"Peter for the millionth time I'm fine. I'll just be at home. You can patrol!" I moaned at him.
"Ok. If you're sure?"
As"Yes I'm sure" you walked into him, nudging him slightly.
———

*Bucky pov*
I walked into the kitchen and Sam was in there.
I grabbed a beer from the fridge.
"Dude. It's 11am."
I looked at him as I pulled the cap off and took a swig.
I went to sit in the chair next to him.
"Got any plans?" he asked.
"Nope" I sighed.
"Not picking up y/n?"
I chugged the rest of my beer.
"Why would I? We broke up."
"So it's just over. You're giving up."
"That's what she wants."
"Is it what you want?" Sam questioned.
"What I want doesn't matter" I said as I got up to get another beer.
"Easy on the drinks. It's not even noon."
I leaned my back against the door of the fridge as I drank.
"Why do you care so much anyway. You don't care about the kid?"
"I care about you" Sam replied, not even trying to deny that he wasn't thinking about y/n.
"Can we move off the topic now" I said as I opened the fridge.
"I thought you hated her."
I closed it again, empty handed.
"I don't hate her. I love her."
When Sam didn't say anything, I went back to my room.