Next To Me // A Stucky Au

Chapter Four

"Of all the days to be late!" Peggy yelled at him the minute he walked th rough the door. "You, Bucky, are in so much trouble!"

"Sorry, sorry, I slept in," Bucky said back, which wasn't entirely a lie. "And then traffic was bad," that was a lie. "Anyway, we're not meeting him 'til this afternoon why are you in a rush?" Peggy glared at him and stuffed a thick pile of paper in his hands.

"Seeing as you are so late and made me worry, here's the paperwork for you to do, mister!" Peggy said as he sat down and groaned. "I swear on of these days I'm actually going to murder you!"

"I doubt any of you could ever murder anyone," Bucky said back.

"Wouldn't be a first," said Nat from the couch, with a straight face. Bucky couldn't tell if she was kidding or not.

Buckys got started on the paperwork they had to give the radio guy to let their song be on the radio, and Bucky wondered how Peggy put up with doing this all the time. It was about as exciting as an hour long grammar test and was incredibly boring. It took him roughly an an hour and a half and he hoped that he would never have to do anything like that again. Why do you need to do that much paper work just to put your song on the radio?

Almost to quickly, it was time to leave, and they all piled into Clint's car, which was the biggest, so they didn't waste petrol. They drove to the tall tower where the radio station was based and got some odd looks from security as they walked in. Probably because they weren't wearing suits like everyone else. Oops.

After travelling in possibly the longest lift ride ever, they got to the right floor. They walked down the hall and knocked on the door of the office. A loud 'come in' was shouted from inside, so, obviously, they went in.

Peggy lead the way, "Hello sir, we're the-"

"Loki?" Said Clint suddenly.

The man stood up. He was tall and thin, with very long dark hair, and if he'd been wearing anymore black Bucky would've thought he was a witch. "Clint? Wow. I thought you did physics, not music! Wow, a whole three years wasted. Also are you still with Laura?"

Clint laughed, "Well it's a long story," he started, "and of course I'm still with Laura! We're engaged!"

They all looked between the pair in confusion.

"Really? Where's my wedding invite then?" He said with a sly grin on his face, "Say hi to her for me."

"If you don't mind me asking," Sam butted in, "but how the hell do you two know each other?"

"We were roommates in college," Clint started to explain, turning to the rest of them. "Me, him, Laura and some other people all shared a tiny flat. After college he just kind of disappeared and we didn't hear from him."

"So the whole time while we were looking up who he was, you knew him and didn't say anything," Bucky said.

"I thought it was someone different!" Clint argued back.

"Really?" said Loki, as if he couldn't believe that Clint had gotten dumber, "How many 'Loki Odinsons' do you meet?"

At this the whole team started laughing, even Clint, who also looked pretty embarrassed.

"Anyway, let's actually do work," Loki gestured for them to take a seat in the chairs he had in his spacious office. "I'll need to ask you a few questions before you have your song played on the radio, just to check for security and all that nonsense. Any questions?" Sam raised his hand, "For god's sake, put your hand down, you're not in school." Sam quickly put his hand down.

"What song are you going to be playing?"

"Gold."

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It was a few hours before they were finally done and Nat thought it was a few hours to long. She had never been comfortable with telling people about herself, much less the annoying 'where did you originally come from?' Or 'how come you're in America now?' She thought over her interveiw in her car on the way to May's, wondering if there was anything she said wrong.

May's one of her best friends, they were pen pals growing up, and later on, May helped Nat migrate to America. Nat was going to visit her and her nephew, Peter, who lived with her. It had been a while since Nat had actually gone to her apartment, mainly they just met at coffee shops and cafes. The only reason that she was going to May's was that this morning she had got a text from her saying: 'hello! peter has just found out that ur a drummer and has been begging me to meet u. U no how he is about wanting to learn the drums. Do u wanna pop round later if ur not to busy?'

Nat had quickly replied that she would come if the interveiw thing didn't go on to long, so here she was, going to meet them.

Nat arrived and may gave me a warm welcome and invited me to come and chat. She was suprised to find that Peter wasn't home yet, before May explained he got a detention. At that Nat laughed.

Half an hour later they heard the frount door opening and Peter walked in. He saw Nat sitting on the couch and rushed over to greet her.

"Oh my god! Are you May's drummer friend?" He started, talking at an amazing speed. "What's it like? What band do you play for? Are you, like, really, really really famous?"

Nat smiled at the enthusiasm this boy had, suprisingly not feeling completely overwhelmed by the questions. "I play for a band called the Avengers," she started to explain, "No, I'm not really, really famous but I do love drumming. It's great. Especially when you get to annoy your friends by playing at half eight in the morning."

Peter laughed. "It sounds awesome! I wish I could play the drums!"

"I could teach you," Nat offered, a little suprised at herself. "I'll pick you up this same time, next week, and I'll take you to our studio. How's that?"

Peter's mouth fell open in shock. "Heck yeah!" He yelled. "Thanks so much, miss, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Nat laughed at Peter's antics and began chatting to May. She later found that she didn't even regret her offer.

A/n: heellllooooooooo!!!! So what do you think? Idk i always kinda liked the idea of Nat and may being friends. I confused myself to at the clint/Loki part. Idk. ALSO ITS MY BIRTHDAY TOMMOROW IM HYPED. Anyway, have a good day you guys. Peace out.

Also this chapter is named after my mental age