Homework (Stony highschool AU)

Chapter Twenty

Steve

"I've never actually cut school before, this is weird," I state while looking in a large mirror to preen down the gray mustache that Wanda had just applied to me.

"You're a senior and you've never skipped school?" Tony asks from Wanda's bed behind me.

"Not even a single class," I reply.

His eyes widen and he shrugs, indicating the end of the short conversation.

Bruce, Clint, Tony, Pietro and I are all in Wanda's very spacious room at the moment. Wanda left moments after she finished our makeup so she would only have to miss first period.

Bruce and Tony are both sitting cross legged on her large bed with rose red sheets. Pietro and Clint are sitting on a recliner in the corner of her room. Clint on Pietro's lap, dressed as a 60 year old man. Wanda did very well on our makeup, so I can't help but wonder how a stranger would look at that situation.

Tony stands from his spot on the bed and grabs his cane. He has on khakis, a horrendous green sweater, and a bowler's cap.

"You ready to go?" He asks in a squeaky voice.

"Tony, that's the worst impression I've ever heard," I state.

"Oh, shut it." In his normal voice.

Bruce, Clint, Tony and I all leave the house while Pietro stays behind. We make our way out of the house and to Clint's Nissan. We look like we're on our way to buy butterscotch for the grandchildren that don't really love us.

Clint hops into the driver's seat while Bruce gets into the front passenger side. I get in behind Bruce, and Tony is packed in close next to me. It surprises me that he didn't make a big fuss over not getting the front seat, it's almost as if he wanted to sit next to me.

Clint pulls out his phone, "I found all of the places that sell booze within a 50 mile radius and programmed them into the GPS last night. We'll hit them all in order and take turns buying the stuff. Remember to keep your eyes down, and if they card you, plead insanity."

"You sound like you're a coach before a game," I say.

"This is no game, Rogers."

I raise my fake eyebrows and smile. He pulls out of the driveway and heads downtown. I begin drumming my fingers on my knee as a result of the nervous feeling in my stomach.

What if I get caught and get kicked out of school? What if I can't finish the season?

Tony lightly taps my leg to get my attention, "Don't be nervous, just be chill."

"Don't be spooked. Bruce and I will go into the first store, show you how it's done," Clint reassures.

"Don't act like you know everything you nerds," Tony makes fun.

His face is littered with gray hair and fake wrinkles, but I can still see his forever young brown eyes shine with personality. Wanda was very generous with the smile wrinkles, and I think it makes his face slightly more handsome. More character to his expressions.

In a short amount of time we arrive to the liquor store. Clint parks far from the entrance, and the two in the front immediately jump out. They look like they are prepared for whatever is in that store.

"So, this party..." I say, trying to spark up a conversation.

"What about it?" Tony complies.