Stucky One Shots

Emo Punk-Bucky, Jock-Steve

Bucky saunters into school, his long brown hair hanging in his face and a cigarette stuck between his teeth. He wore a black leather jacket, a black knit beanie, black skinny jeans and black DC's. He had a lip piercing and an eyebrow piercing, he was considering getting a tongue piercing.

"Hey, Barnes, how's it going?" One of his crew greets him. He shrugs and sucks on his cigarette, before blowing the smoke out. They walk in silence to their lockers, Bucky tosses his bag in before closing it again. The two go their separate ways; Bucky heads to the school sign, made completely out of rock. He usually hung out here.

He sees Steve Rogers saunter by with his group and rolls his eyes; Steve was the captain of the football team, and played many sports. But, nobody really knew much else about him. Same with Bucky, and that was probably the reason they didn't quite see eye to eye; they were too alike but so different.

"Captain. Heard you guys got pummeled last night at the game." Bucky drawls as Steve walks by. The blonde turns to look at him with a raised eyebrow, his friends were whispering.

"Can't win every time, Barnes." He replies, shifting his bag to his other shoulder. Bucky takes a slow pull on his cigarette, his green eyes boring into Steve's light blue ones. Steve's friends start to leave and the blonde follows them, casting Bucky another look. It wasn't everyday that the brunette talked to him. Bucky leans back and blows out, smoke spirals through the air and he sighs. The bell rings and he slowly drags himself to his feet before sauntering into the school.

He sits down in his seat, puts his feet up on the desk and leans back, folding his hands beneath his head. The other classmates file in, and most of them Bucky remembered the names of, which wasn't common. He had a horrible memory.

There were the geeks; Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Scott Lang, Helen Cho, and an exchange student simply called T'Challa. The outcasts; Clint Barton, singled out because he's deaf, Sharon Carter, kicked out of cheerleading because she's too mysterious, Thor and Loki, because they talked strangely, Peter Parker, the orphan, Wanda Maximoff for the same reason. The popular girls got on his nerves and he didn't remember half of them; then, of course, there were the jocks.

There was a famous runner at their school, Pietro Maximoff, twin with Wanda. Sam Wilson did running as well, among others, of course. And Steve was one of the most popular guys in school; but, again, only known for his physique. Sometimes through the hall Bucky would catch comments about Steve, some not very nice and others just disturbing.

"Okay, guys, quiet down." Their teacher, Phil Coulson, asks them quietly. Coulson was one of Bucky's favorite teachers, although Coulson that he was a troublemaker.

"Morning, Barnes. Feet off the desk, please." Coulson says. Bucky cracks an eye open to look at him then closes it again.

"Is it your personal desk? Or is it my desk?" He asks. Coulson sighs a little; it'd be one of those days.

"It's the school's desk and if you can't learn to respect it's property or people you're going to detention. How 'bout that?" He replies.

"So you want me to respect.... a desk." Bucky replies slowly, his eyebrow raising a little, what was left of his cigarette still between his lips. The rest of the class were watching them attentively, Steve watched curiously. Coulson seemed to get a little flustered trying to think of what next to day.

"Hey, Barnes, even if you're not here to learn, guess what? We are and you aren't the only one in here." Steve speaks up, all the eyes turn to stare at him, whispering amongst one another. Nobody stood up against Bucky Barnes, nobody. Bucky rolls his eyes and turns to face the blonde.

"Here to learn? From who? This guy can't teach- no offence- and it's kinda obvious I'm not the only one here, because you've made that evident by speaking to me." He replies, turning back around. Coulson pushes his feet off the desk and Bucky rolls his eyes, sighing.