Not Another Teen Fic...

Chapter Three

Bucky

Wow, not even three seconds into the lesson and he was already wishing death on practically everyone and everything in the room, yes, that means you too, vacuum former. They hadn't even sat down yet; that had to be a new record. Tony was one of the delightful people who helped assure that. Tony was always a difficult person to describe. Rich, powerful, total jackass. Actually, that about summed him up.

He quietly took his seat beside Wade, desperately trying not to draw any unwanted attention. Tony however, wasn't going to let that happen.
"So, were you doing that for attention, or was there someone you wanted to impress?" Tony asks, 'gracefully' sliding over to them and hitting his head off the desk.

Bucky just watched Tony, confused, not really surprised that Tony had been given a rolling chair despite the fact that it was a safety violation.
"What are you talking about, Stank?" Wade responds, smiling lightly but making sure to add enough emphasis so that Tony being Tony probably just heard his real name.
Tony narrows his eyes. "What did you just call me? I'm not an idiot, you know." Wade simply raises his eyebrows, managing to get his point across perfectly.
"Shut up, motherfucker." Tony snarls.
"Mother?" Wade asks, giving his trademark smile. He glances over at Bucky, showing mock confusion.
"Yeah, what's a mother?" Bucky asks, returning the confused look. Tony shoots a disgusted look at Wade, then at Bucky, then slides away, obviously thinking he looks cool but actually looking like an idiot, especially when he hits his arm off another desk.

"James! Wade! Get on with your work, now!" Howard snaps, barely turning around to face them. The two boys look around, confused. They hadn't done anything wrong. They even managed to keep it PG. Tony did not. But, of course, Howard wouldn't comment on that. Fucking bitch. Bucky just sighed and mumbled a vague Russian insult under his breath before continuing the mind numbingly boring worksheet creatively titled: 'Polyethylene and it's uses.'

He loved technology, he really did. It's just some parts about it, like Howard and Tony, he could really do without. Howard he disliked because for some reason he thought Bucky was falling behind on technology and his obvious favouritism for his son, who he hardly talks to anyway.

Wade, however, wasn't going to let it drop so easily. If he was going to get in trouble, there would be a dammed good reason. "But, sir! We didn't do anything wrong." The class seemed to fall under a silence with tension so thick you could cut with a knife. No one talked back to Howard, or any of the teachers for that matter. Bucky swallowed a small lump rising in his throat... Well, they were fucked.
"Boys," Howard's voice was laced with a warning. "Come down to the front." Howard wasn't gonna make a big scene, was he? What was he saying, of course he was!

Reluctantly the two boys walk over to the front, ignoring the looks of the other classmates. Bucky tries to zone out but Howard's rants showed no signs of stopping. He was currently saying something particularly harsh to Wade before turning to face Bucky.
"And you!" Howard sounded furious and his face had reddened with anger. "I don't even know where to begin! Oh wait, yeah I do, when was the last time you created anything that had any practical use?"

Bucky shoots Howard a glare, now being 100% done with Howard thinking he knew him. He reaches inside his own shirt earning a strange look from Howard. He removed the straps and full on removed his left arm, a prosthetic of his own design and creation. So well created, next to no one at school knew it was fake. He pulled the arm out and handed it to Howard with a light smile.
"I'm not sure, Sir." He responds smiling further as he watches Tony's stupid grin disappear.

Bucky's real arm was lost about six or so years ago. He barely remembered how he had lost it, just that he also lost one of the only friends he had back then. He had kept his arm a secret from mostly the entire school but at this point, Howard had almost pushed him to snapping. However, the teacher's shell-shocked silence was almost therapeutic.
"Y-YOU created this?" Howard asks not believing it.  Bucky nods. He had created one every year for the past six years, but Howard didn't need to know that. He only needed to know when to shut up and not make blind assumptions.

There was clapping. He must've been imagining that, he thought. But no, there was! He curses himself for drawing attention to himself, even positive attention. He just heads back to his seat and reattaches his arm. Wade looks like he's about to say something before turning on his heel and heading back to his seat.

Wade was grinning like an idiot.
"That, my friend, was fucking awesome." Wade whispers to him.
"Don't expect it to happen to much." Bucky responds as he goes back to his work.