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Steve Rogers AU

Highschool AU
"Mate come on I don't want to go to this thing!" You beg, remaining adamantly in the passenger seat of Steve's car.
"It won't be that bad." He insists, prodding your arm gently.
"It so will." You insist, crossing your arms.
"Please. Just do this one thing for me. Pretty please. I will repay you in sexual favours?" Steve pleads and you can't help but crack a smile. You look away so as not to give him the satisfaction, and unclip your seatbelt.
"Better be some damn good sexual favours." You grumble, opening the car door and reluctantly stepping out.
"I knew you were my best friend for a reason."
"What so you can guilt trip me into going to a popular kid party with you?" You jab, walking round to his side of the car, the accusing house in front of you.
"How many times have I gone to things with you, my friends aren't that bad." You scoff, making Steve chuckle slightly.
"Your friend group comprises almost solely of jocks and cheerleaders."
"And?"
"I feel like I have made my case." You glance again at the house, the nerves that had been simmering in you all afternoon reaching a tumult. Steve seems to read the fear on your face, and holds out his hand. You take it and give him a grateful smile, the warmth of Steve's skin against yours keeping you somewhat grounded.
"Give it an hour. If you hate it after that, we can go back to mine and watch a film ok? My parents are out so we can watch whatever we want as loud as we want."
"Fine." You sigh in resignation and let Steve lead you towards the house, music blaring.
The front door had been left slightly ajar, and Steve pushes it open walking inside. Immediately the few people gathered in the hallway greet Steve with enthusiasm, but Steve holds tight to your hand. A few people give you a nod of recognition, having shared the odd class with you at school, but nobody says a word to you. Steve was the most stereotypical popular guy in school. Quarterback, hot, dating the head cheerleader, good grades, everything you could ever want to be to be at the top of your game in high school.
You however, were not. You were in the literature club, opting for spending your time writing than going to pep rallies and football games. You were in most AP classes and so instead of going to parties you spent your time studying, relying on getting a scholarship to get into a good college. You never really spoke to anyone, Steve being your one consistent friend. Your moms were best friends and you were thrust into each other's company from babies, remaining friends your entire life.
Steve pulled you further into the party, receiving many high five and back slaps as he heads for the drinks table. You release Steve's hand and reach eagerly for anything that looks remotely alcoholic, throwing some back, whatever you had poured hastily into a cup burning the back of your throat. You gag slightly and cough, Steve watching you in amusement as you quickly pour some coke and down that to soothe the burn.
"You know what I admire about you, how smooth you are." Steve muses, turning and leaning against the table so he can survey the room.
"One of my many qualities." You gasp, turning with him and breathing normally. You feel slightly overwhelmed looking at the room in front of you, completely full of bodies all rubbing and dancing up against each other.
"So is Stacy here?" You ask with obvious distaste. You had never liked Steve's girlfriend, and you were pleased that the feeling was clearly mutual.
"She should be." Steve says, peering around. "Be nice." He adds as an afterthought.
"Aren't I always?" You spot the offending cheerleader and point her out. "I believe she is the one currently grinding in her gal pal Tiffany."
"Ah yes that would be her." Steve grins, pushing himself off the table and burrowing into the crowd. "Be right back."
"Steve no wait." You call desperately after him, but he has already been swallowed by the room, leaving you standing awkwardly by yourself.
"Hey. (y/n) right?" You hear a voice beside you say over the music. Your head snaps in the direction of the voice in shock, your eyes fixing on the guy standing next to you pouring a drink.
"Yes?"
"I'm Bucky. We have English together." He smiles and offers you a drink, you politely shaking your head.
"Right. I've urr...never spoken to you before." You say in an incredibly intellectual manner.
"Well no." Bucky agrees, grinning at you again. "Do you not want to talk?"
"No no! I'd love to talk." You scramble to keep the conversation, grateful for someone to actually talk to.
"Good. It's kinda loud in here, there's a couple people in the back room chilling if you wanna come?" He asks, gesturing towards a door behind you. You look up for Steve and manage to catch his eye, beckoning him over.
"Alright if Steve comes?" You ask, Bucky's smile faltering slightly.
"Yeah I guess." He shrugs, greeting Steve when he arrives, Stacy trailing behind.
"We're gunna go to the back room." You explain to Steve and he grins, Stacy following him like a lost puppy. You let them walk in front, following with Bucky. You feel Bucky's hand on the small of your back as you walk through the door, the spot where his hand is touching burning.
"I'll be right back." He mutters to you once you are in the quiet of the back room. You nod and smile, watching him leave through a side door. You locate Steve and flop down onto the floor next to him.
"Where's Stacy?" You ask, leaning your head against his shoulder gently.
"Bathroom." He explains and you sit up, nodding. "You having fun?"
"Well I'm not having a bad time so that's better than nothing." You say with a shrug, smiling.
"Can't ask for much more than that."
"SPIN THE BOOOOTTLE!!!" A very drunk voice calls across the room, followed by a chorus of cheers from the other people sitting around on the floor. A feeling of dread settles in your stomach as everyone in the room form a huge circle. You find yourself shoved away from Steve, sitting nearly on the opposite side of the circle from him. There are only about 15 people playing after the few people muttering about it being childish and immature have left.
"Alright I'll go first!" A girl whose face you vaguely recognise from school shouted eagerly. They spin and land on one of Steve's football friends, instantly collapsing into a fit of giggles. Once she has composed herself, she crawls towards the guy and pecks him on the lips, the guys friends clapping him on the back. High school is strange. The guy who just got kissed takes his turn spinning, finding it landing on Steve.
"No way man that's so gay, that shit's wrong. I want to get a chick." He blurts immediately and you sigh.
"Masculinity is so fragile." You murmur under your breath, apparently loud enough for a girl next to you to hear. She laughs slightly and you turn to look at her, wide eyed.
"Couldn't have said it better myself. I'm Natasha." She holds out her hand and you shake it slowly, smiling. "Guys huh?"
"Idiots the lot of them."
"Oh come here you big lug!" You hear Steve cry and watch him launch himself across the circle, slamming his lips onto his apparent homophobic friend's. The circle bursts into roars of appreciative laughter, Steve's friend scrabbling to get away from him.
"BRO!" He cries when Steve moves back to his place in the circle, wiping his lips furiously. Steve was known in the school to be bi, and this fact seemed to have freaked out the guy even more. Steve shrugs and grins, everyone else still in peels of laughter.
"Come on man I am a great kisser." Steve calls, setting everyone off again. Eventually, the guys angry face settles into a reluctant grin, then he starts laughing with the others, figuring he wasn't going to get any backing.
"Yeah good one bro. Your turn to spin." He calls to Steve, apparently eager to get the attention off him. The laughter finally dies down to a quiet bubble and Steve grabs the bottle, spinning it violently. You could see the girls in the group watching the bottle with eagle eyes, clearly hoping they would be the lucky person it landed on. You aren't paying attention when the bottle stops and only look up when Natasha nudges your knee. The bottle has landed on you.
Your mouth falls open and you look up to see Steve's eyes on yours, a peculiar expression on his face. You hear someone sigh, followed by a few giggles around the circle. People break into casual conversation, waiting for you to take your turn.
"Come on man kiss her already." Someone calls and this seems to jolt Steve into action. He shuffles towards you across the circle, kneeling directly in front of you, his eyes locked on yours.
"So urmm..." He says awkwardly, clearly not sure what to do.
"Kiss her!" Someone shouts and Steve lunges forward as if wanting to get it over with before changing your mind. As soon as his lips meet yours though, everything changes. He lingers and you immediately reciprocate the kiss, his hand moving up to your cheek as the kiss deepens. You can tell everyone around you is going silent as you and Steve keep kissing, his tongue slipping into your mouth, your hands running slowly up his bent legs. You aren't sure how much time has past when you hear Natasha clear her throat next to you. You break away from Steve, catching your breath. Everyone's eyes are on you, your cheeks instantly reddening at the stares.
"I'm gunna go...find Stacy." Steve jumps up and dashes out of the room. Everyone remains silent, staring at you.
"I need a drink." You say, standing and running after Steve, almost crying from embarrassment. You walk out just in time to see him heading up the stairs and you follow quickly, needing to talk to him.
"Steve!" You call, almost tripping up the stairs in your haste.
"I need to talk to Stacy." He mumbles, pushing open the doors at random.
"Can we talk first maybe?" You ask, pulling on his sleeve insistently.
"This is important." He has a look of determination set in his face. He pushes open another door and freezes.
"What's-" You peer inside and stop talking when you see what's happening inside.
You had apparently found the master bedroom. With the king sized bed. In which Stacy and Bucky were having very very butt naked sex. They don't even notice you and Steve standing in the doorway staring. Stacy's pornstar-esqe moans make you cringe, Bucky all too eagerly thrusting into her.
"Well then." You say awkwardly, a lot louder than you had intended. Bucky and Stacy freeze and you see Stacy look up in your direction.
"Oh no please, you two finish." Steve says bitterly, ignoring Stacy's calls as he turns and storms down the stairs. You follow quickly, not entirely sure what to say. You follow Steve outside and back to his car, slipping into the passenger seat just as he is pulling away.
"Steve calm down!" You cry as he speeds in the direction of his house, his eyes fixed on the road. Your voice seems to knock some sense into him and his foot backs off of the accelerator. In fact, he pulls over and just comes to a complete stop.
"I was going to find Stacy to break up with her." He says, still not looking at you.
"Oh?" You say quietly. "I'm...sorry?"
"I'm not." He finally turns to look at you, and before you can say anything else his lips are on yours again. Your head is spinning when he breaks off, your mouth slightly open.
"We should go back to your house." You say urgently.
"Yup." Steve agrees, kissing you quickly once more before pulling away again, driving back to his house with his hand resting gently on your thigh as if it was the most natural thing in the world.