soft_star duhhhhh12345 I think I may be ready for my irl friends to read my shit writing so... here you go. You don't have to but... yeah. Also, it's a shit title but it's all I could think of at the moment so... yeah. I hope y'all like it.

Steve's POV

"NAT!!!" I yelled. I dropped my backpack and ran up to my best friend, wrapping my arms tightly around her. Her rare, but genuine, laugh filled my ears as I lifted her off her feet and spun her in circles.

Someone who didn't know the two of us would think that we were dating, or at least interested in each other. They wouldn't know that we had been friends since we were in diapers, even during the time Nat spent living in Russia. They were unaware that the thought of being involved romantically with one another almost repulsed us. And, of course, everyone but myself didn't know that Nat was actually interested in one of our other friends, Clint Barton.

"Nice to see you, Stevie," she said through laughs as I set her down. I glared at Nat and rolled my eyes.

"You know I hate that name."

"Yep! That's why I say it!"

"How was camp?" I ask, walking up to the library alongside her. I held up my hand to high-five Wade Wilson, a quirky but nice junior that was in my math class last year.

"Hey Rogers," he said. I smiled at him and slapped him on the back as he passed.

"Hey, Wilson! You in calculus this year?" I asked.

"You know it!" he yelled back. I gave a short wave, turned back around, and ran to catch up with Nat.

"Steve Rogers. So popular," Nat said in a fake adoring voice. I punched her shoulder jokingly.

We arrived at the library and I laid down in one of the booths, throwing my heavy backpack on the ground.

"Romanoff!!!" Clint yelled, earning glares from a few students as he ran up to us, dove into the booth next to Nat, and wrapped his arms around her. I grinned at my friends and laughed as Nat's face turned a deep shade of red.

"Hey, Clint nice to see you too," I said sarcastically. Clint either didn't hear me or chose to ignore me because instead of responding, he stared at Nat, listening intently as she recalled fun moments from her summer. I rolled my eyes and looked up, relieved to see that Sam was here.

Eventually, Clint and Nat stopped staring at each other long enough to have a normal conversation with Sam and me. We chatted, easily falling back into our old, friendly habits as we talked about the summer.

"I better get to homeroom," I announced to the group. They shouted their goodbyes and laughed as I dove over Sam headfirst to get out. I stood up, flattened my shirt, and saluted them, causing more laughter.

"Hey Capcicle," a voice called to me as I sat down in homeroom. I glared at the person to my right.

"Shut up Tony!" I said. Tony was nice enough, just extremely arrogant and a little annoying. Tony raised his hands in mock-surrender and turned to talk to Pepper.

"Welcome to your first day of senior year!" Mr. Coulson exclaimed after he had calmed the class down. He was met with a few sarcastic cheers but more prominently, many groans.

"Good to know you're all excited." A few people chuckled politely at his bad excuse for a joke. More laughed when he began to giggle at himself. "Anyway, I just wanted to let you all know that we have two new kids this year, neither of them are in this class but their names are Wanda Maximoff and James Barnes. If you have any classes with them, please be friendly. Anyways, you are dismissed."

I grabbed my bag and walked quickly out of the classroom, only stopping briefly to talk to Scott Lang as I passed.

I got to my American History classroom, smiled at Clint, and gave a friendly wave to both him and the person sitting next to him. I walked to the back of the room.

"Hey, I'm Steve!" I said to the girl as I sat across the aisle from Clint. She smiled nervously at me.

"I'm Wanda," she mumbled with a thick Eastern Europian accent. I grinned at her and faced the front of the classroom as our teacher, Miss Hill, walked in.

"Hello, class! For those of you who don't know, I am Miss Hill. We are going to be covering everything in American history, from the first Native Americans to present day. We'll be focusing mainly on the different wars and-" Miss Hill rambled on about this year's plan for about another fifteen minutes before she was interrupted.

The door to the classroom burst open and the entire class fell deadly silent. Miss Hill smiled at the person in the hall who was still invisible to the rest of us. The click of combat boots on the tile floor filled the silence.

A man walked into the room, surveying the class before strutting towards the back.

My gaze started at his shoes and gradually moved upwards. He was wearing black combat boots and ripped black skinny jeans which showed off his hips extremely well. A fitted, black AC/DC t-shirt and black leather jacket adorned his torso, and his hair was unruly, as though someone had run their hands through it. His piercing, stormy-blue eyes locked with mine and he smirked. He dropped his backpack on the ground and plopped down in the chair next to me.

The second he sat down, I noticed a small, diamond nose piercing and another stud near the top of his ear.

Overall, he was really fucking hot.

"Hey," I whispered to the man after Miss Hill announced to the class that his name was James Barnes. James gave me a small wave before putting one earbud in his ear and leaning back in his chair.

I turned to Clint and he smiled at me. He pointed to James and fanned himself, mouthing, "he's hot."

I should probably mention that Clint is bi. Though, Nat's the only one who knows that I'm bi as well.

I glanced over at James for a second and shrugged, giving Clint a small nod.

"We'll be doing three projects with a partner first semester. To keep it simple, your partner for these projects will just be the person next to you.

I turned to grin at James and was met with a tight-lipped smile in return. James ran his hand through his hair, causing it to stick up even more than before. I noticed that he was wearing a thin glove on his hand, which was a bit weird, considering the hot weather, but I decided to ignore it. He bit his lip in concentration while playing a game on his phone. I breathed in sharply and felt my face heat up, but I attempted to hide my head in my hands.

"So... everyone! Talk to your partner and pick a topic in American History that you want to learn more about. Then you can start your research." Miss Hill sat at her desk and started typing on her computer. I turned to James.

"Hi, James! I'm Steve!" I said, trying to be normal despite how attractive I found the man in front of me.

"My friends call me Bucky," he said, still focused on his game.

"Okay! Nice to meet you Bucky!" I stuck out my hand for him to shake.

"I said my friends," he retorted, looking up from his game to me. I blushed and stammered, not sure whether he was joking or not. The smirk on his face led me to believe he was kidding and I flashed a small smile at him.

"So, Bucky." Bucky glared at me and then rolled his eyes, but a smile crept through his scowl. I grinned back at him. "What do you wanna do for the project."

"I don't know... World War II's kinda cool. Whatever though I don't care." I looked up from my laptop where I was taking notes, my eyebrows raised. I smirked at his terrible attempt at covering his obvious love for history.

"Yeah we could do that," I said, "Ever heard of Chris Evans?"

"Captain America!" he exclaimed, "Yeah- yeah I may have heard of him, in like, school or something."

"Nice save," I muttered, writing Captain America and the Howling Commandos in the notebook. "I guess we should start with the- and you're not listening to me are you."

"Nope!" Bucky said a little too loudly, moving his head up and down to the beat of the music he was listening to. I rolled my eyes and tapped Clint on the shoulder.

"This is gonna be torture! I don't think he's gonna do anything!" I whispered angrily to him. He smiled sympathetically at me and glanced at the man behind me.

"He's cute though," he muttered. I shoved him back and scowled. Clint burst into roaring laughter, causing the class to turn and look at us.

"I hate you!" I hissed at him.

"Love you too."

I spent the remainder of the class getting to know Wanda and chatting with her and Clint. Before I knew it, class was over and chairs were being shoved back as everyone raced to get out of the classroom.

"Bye Bucky!" I exclaimed in one last attempt to be nice as he stood up and slung his bag over his shoulder.

"See ya, Stevie," he responded, not turning around as he marched out of the classroom. I glared at his back while he walked away and flipped him off under the table. My eyes unwillingly drifted down his body to his ass.

Not bad.

Yay Kate started another story that no one asked for. You may be wondering, "Kate why don't you finish editing your other shit book or finish your OTHER shit book." Well... because I get bored easily OKAY.

Anyways I hope you like this. Please comment because I literally love reading comments.

Love y'all

~Kate