Homework (Stony highschool AU)

Chapter Twenty-one

Tony

"I feel like I'm going to puke."

"Don't puke."

"I'm going to puke."

I try to rush away from Steve, but he snatches my hoodie to bring me back to my place next to him.

"You'll be fine. Why are you so nervous anyway? Haven't you thrown like a million parties?" Steve asks.

"Literally speaking, no. But I have thrown them in the past," I say, matter-of-factly like.

"Then you shouldn't be freaking out!"

"Okay, first of all, you shouting won't help anything. Second of all, I've never thrown a party in my senior year. A lot of pressure, you know?"

I run both of my hands through my hair, it feels like I have too many responsibilities powering down on me all at once.

Steve puts both of his hands on my shoulders and turns me towards him, making his striking blue eyes meet my simple brown ones. I notice the flecks of extra color around the pupils.

"Clint, Bruce, and Buck are all getting things ready for you around the house. The party is literally all over social media, so people will show. And you know what? This house is fricken amazing, so you know they'll have a good time. There is nothing to be worried about." His eyes stay locked to mine, his lips moving only inches away from my face.

"It's just," I pull my shoulders from his hands, "I have this thing where people have to like what I put together, and if they don't I'll get some serious anxiety about the whole situation."

"Have you smoked yet?" He asks.

"No."

"That'll help, let me go grab a pipe from your room."

I smile, "You know me way too well, Steve."

Steve walks away and goes upstairs towards my room, while I'm left alone in my clean living room. For once it isn't littered with blueprints and plans for the future of my father's company. All things the maids wouldn't dare touch, or else the may have to suffer my father's wrath. Something I'm too familiar with. Everything looks quite normal in this living room, but the one closer to the front door has been stricken of it's furniture for room to dance.

I see Clint poke his head out of a nearby hallway, startling me a bit. He emerges fully and walks towards me. He is actually dressed quite nicely with black pants, back shirt, and a gray vest.

"We finished everything, people should be coming in like thirty minutes," he informs me.

I nod my head, "Okay. Steve's getting my pipe right now. Go get Bucky and Bruce so we can do the thing."

Clint tilts his head, "What thing?"

"The thing we used to always do before a party."

He releases an unnecessarily loud gasp, "We haven't done the thing in so long!"

With a smile on his face, Clint skips back down the hall he was previously in to retrieve Bruce and Bucky.

I hear footsteps patter down the stairs, and I look over to see Steve with a pipe and lighter. He hands my belongings to me and I thank him.

"I packed the bowl in your room, there was nothing but resin in there."

"Thanks Steve."

I hold the pipe to my lips and light it up. I inhale largely, hold for a bit, and then exhale the smoke smoothly. I can smell the potency as it escapes my body.