Homework (Stony highschool AU)

Chapter Two

Tony

I plop my tray down at a round table in front of Bruce and Clint. I sit down and open my carton of milk.

"So what are we talking about?" I ask before I take a swig of milk.

Bruce rolls his eyes. "Nothing." He says with a pang of resentment in his tone. Clint shoots him an angered look and lets out a breath.

"Not nothing. Football!" He exclaims while looking back towards me.

I laugh and put down my milk, "Are you thinking of playing football, Clint? You'll snap in half!"

"No, Stark. There's a game tomorrow night and I want to go."

I raise my eyebrows and smirk at him deviously. "And why is that?" I ask in a very questioning tone.

He slightly raises his chin and gets a very pondering look on his face, "If you must know... I have an interest in the sport."

I let out a large sarcastic laugh, "Really now? How many points is a touchdown?"

For a moment, he looks like a deer in headlights. He softens his face and lets out a small desperate sounding laugh, "It's one point, obviously."

I roll my eyes and pick up my piece of pizza. I take a bite and say, "Admit it, Barton. You just want to see Natasha in that little cheerleader skirt."

Clint's face begins to deepen in color as he tries to think of another excuse, "W-why would I want to see her? I can talk to her on my own."

"Oh come on. You are not a lady killer or anything. I've seen you talk to girls." Bruce tells him with a small smirk.

I chuckle under my breath and wait for Clint's resononse. He is silent for a moment, but he finally rolls his eyes and speaks up,

"Okay, fine. I want to see Natasha and maybe even talk to her a little after the game. I need you two to come with me and be my wingmen."

He raises his eyebrows and looks at Bruce and I with suspecting looks. I sigh and put down my pizza, "I don't want to see that Rogers or any of his other teammates."

Clint scoffs, "They'll be playing, it's not like you have confront them or anything."

"I'll go, Clint. I'd rather be there than at my house." Bruce tells him.

I turn my attention away from Clint and direct it towards Bruce, "Has your dad been bad lately?"

He sighs and slowly nods, "Well, yeah... I'd rather not talk about it. Are you going to the game or not?"

Clint looks at me eagerly with a hopeful face. I'd rather he not stalk Natasha and just talk to her, but I do feel bad for Bruce. I know that his dad is emotionally and physically abusive to him and his mom, it's the reason I've never been to his house. I try to let him spent the night at my house as much as I can, but he never stays too long because he worries about his mom.

I let out a defeated sigh, "Fine. I'll go."

Clint raises his arm in success, "Yay!"

He has a giddy smile on his face that even rubs off a little onto Bruce and I. I laugh at his excitement, "We'll go, but I've already told you, she's out of your league."

"How could any girl possibly resist my awkward charm?" He tells me while huffing out his chest a bit, showing off his body.

"I told you to start with someone small, like that track boy! I saw him checking you out the other day." I advise Clint.

"Well he's cute and all, but what if we actually stay with each other?" He asks me.

"Then you have a good steady boyfriend."

"Fine, what if we break up?"

"Then you can move on to Natasha."

"What if she won't date me because I'm bisexual?"

"Then you shouldn't be with her if she thinks like that."

Clint rolls his eyes and moves his hand in an exasperated manner, "There is no getting out of this, is there?"

"Nope, but we can still go to the game. His sister is a cheerleader, so he goes to all of them. Then I'll be your wingman." I tell him as I wipe my mouth off.

"Okay, okay. I'll talk to him tomorrow night. But don't forget, you need to talk to some people too. Maybe you'll get out of this weird 'I don't need a partner' state and get back to throwing parties." Clint tells me while taking bites of his pudding after every few words.

"Fine. You ask out Pietro, and I'll mingle. Deal?" I ask while putting out my hand.

"Deal." Clint says as he goes to shake it. I smile as I take my hand back to finish off my milk.

"And I'll just be there." Bruce tells us.

"Nah, man. You get to be the one to take pictures if Clint gets rejected." I tell him. We both laugh as Clint shoots us a scowl.

"But seriously, the only way I'm dealing with you all night is if I'm high. Do you still have some of those brownies from last week?" I ask Clint.

"Yes, and I'll give you one tomorrow if you don't talk about them in a room full of damn people." He whispers to me.

"Dude, I'm pretty sure half of the people here are eating just because they have the munchies." I say, still not whispering.

"Oh, shut up Stark." He tells me as he crushes his now empty pudding cup.

"People tell me to do that a lot, but I never do." I say in a sarcastic tone.

The bell rings and all three of us stand up immediately to walk to the trash cans to dump our trays.

"So, where are you going to take Pietro if he says yes?" I ask Clint as we make our way through the crowd of people trying to make it to their next class in time.

"Oh, I dunno. Probably just some coffee, I don't really know him too well."

I smile at the fact that he actually answered me instead of dodging the question. I think he's excited, but he just won't admit it.

We finally make it to the trashcans and we begin dumping our garbage, "Trust me man, you won't regret a little bit of experience."