Homework (Stony highschool AU)

Chapter Three

Tony

I hop out of my red Kia in the parking lot at the football field. I immediately feel the cool night air hit me, even though I am wearing a jacket and jeans. A clean blue Nissan pulls up to the parking spot beside of mine and Bruce and Clint emerge from it.

"Your Mom let you take the car?" I ask Clint as I begin to walk towards them.

"Well, no. Not technically." He tells me.

I roll my eyes, "Woah, Clint. That's some edgy stuff, and hey Bruce." I wave to him as he walks around the car and joins our little huddle.

"So do you have the brownies?" I ask Clint in a serious matter.

"Yeah, but Bruce and I don't want any right now so you'll be on your own." He opens the drivers side door and pulls out a bag with a single brownie in it. I take it and he slams the door shut.

I pull the entire brownie out of the bag and begin eating it.

"Woah, are you going to eat the whole thing?" Bruce asks with a worried tone.

"Yes. I'm going to need a serious high if I'm going to be Clint's wingman at a dirty football game." I say in between large bites.

Clint does a sarcastic laugh, "Ha ha. Can we go now? I think the cheerleaders do a little dance before the game starts."

I shove the rest of the brownie into my mouth and begin walking to a nearby trash bin to throw the bag away. The boys follow a little behind me.

"Don't forget why we're here, Barton. You've got to make the move on Pietro." I tell him as it dump the zip lock bag.

"Yeah, yeah. Can we we get in there now?" He grumbles.

I glance over at the small stadium that is already erupting with cheers for fans of both teams. I let out a small sigh, wondering why I didn't just stay home and study.

"Yeah, let's get it over with." I tell them.

Once we get close enough to scout out what seats we want, I notice that everyone is wearing blue and white. Our school colors. Clint, Bruce, and I are actually sticking out a bit. I'm wearing all black with a red jacket, Bruce has on a purple shirt with a black jacket, and Clint has a grey sweater. Some people even have on blue and white face paint.

"Okay, where is Pietro?" I ask the boys as I scour the blue and white crowd in the bleachers. After less than a minute, Bruce speaks up,

"There he is!" He points to a brown haired boy sitting alone at the far end of a metal bleacher.

"Well, let's go." I say as we begin to file down towards him. I see Clint hesitate a bit as we walk up the stairs. He has a slightly nervous look on his face. Once we reach the base of the bleacher, I let Clint go in front of me so he can sit next to Pietro.

We make our way towards him, Clint's legs seeming to go slower and slower the closer we get. I eventually have to just push him a little to make him go at a steady pace. We finally arrive and Clint sits down next to the boy.

"Hey." He says, making it barely audible. Pietro raises his eyebrows and turns his attention away from the field and to Clint. "Are you talking to me?" He says in a Russian sounding accent.

Oh yeah! I forgot, he's from Sokovia. He moved here with his mom and sister a few years ago.

"U-uh, yeah. I'm... Clint." He tells Pietro, making it sound as if he had forgotten his name for a moment. Clint puts out his hand and Pietro shakes it, "Nice to meet you, I'm Pietro."