Stony Oneshots (Requests open)

Drunk In Love AU

It could be a student/teacher AU? 

I suppose. 

VOTE COMMENT FOLLOW? x

Drunk In Love

"What the hell is this?" Steve groaned and slammed his head down onto his revision notes and cried pitifully as the words and calculations swam.  

Clint stuck his head around the bathroom door in amusement at his best friends blasphemy, knowing that this really was serious for Steve never swore. Walking out the bathroom in nothing but a towel he walked over to where Steve sat with his head on the table, muttering unintelligibly under his breath. Placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, Steve jumped a little before turning his face and looked into Clint's eyes. 

"What's the matter?" Clint asked, though the scattered revision notes and desperate look in Steve's eyes told him all he needed to know.    

"I'm going to fail." Steve moaned and threw an arm over his eyes and imagined what his life would be like if he didn't attend this university or skipped university. 

"No you're not," Clint grumbled and read a quick flick over the notes. "Didn't Phil do this course?" The notes were vaguely recognizable and Clint was pretty sure that his long term boyfriend had done this exam last year. 

"Yes and no," Steve looked at Clint, "They changed the syllabus and he didn't cover half of the things I've had too. Even he doesn't understand half of this, this shit." 

The warmth that blossomed in the pit of Clint's stomach as he thought about Phil disappeared at the broken sound of Steve's desperate voice and he rubbed his hands together and picked up a page of revision. "Right, okay lets revise together then, get some team spirit going!" Clint said excitedly but Steve gave him a glare that could kill. 

"There's no point, even Phil didn't understand this when I showed him it and he's the smart one." Steve deadpanned and the little glimmer of hope that Clint had flickered and burned out.  

**** 

Steve rubbed his eyes red eyes, aware of how bloodshot they looked. Last night, he hadn't got any sleep, desperately trying to revise for his exam. They were up to all hours attempting to memorise formulas and rules on how to draw certain graphs. 

"You look like shit," a happy voice exclaimed next to him and Steve turned to look at an unusually perky Natasha leaned against the wall with her arms crossed. Her red hair was coiffed to perfection and her makeup was flawless and unlike the week before, she didn't appear to be panicking, at least not visibly. 

"Excited are we?" she drawled with a coy smile, almost like she knew why he'd been up all night. Scratch that, she probably did know, her and Clint were closer then most siblings. 

"No you?" he replied sullenly, his woozy, sleepless state was doing nothing to help him remember anything. 

"Yes!" she enthused, "I got a tutor and he was brilliant! Not to mention positively swoony," Steve caught Natasha's eye and she blushed a little before coughing and snapped back to business. "Not my type though, he is yours though." she stage whispered with a wink as they filed into the exam and Steve swallowed hard and blushed purple. 

**** 

"I knew I failed," Steve stared resolutely at the big, fat red F that his teacher had scrawled at top of his exam.