[I don't even know.]

The game goes by fairly quickly, The Avengers smashing Hydra in both sets, each team winded and exhausted. Hydra High doesn't line up for the high five line, nor do they bother to clean up their side of the court. But they do flip off The Avengers, the coaches ushering them out with angry sneers.

"We won," Steve grins. "And you know what happens when we win?"

"Partyyyyy!" Clint shout, looking like he's about to bounce off the walls as he skips over to Natasha. "Just the girl I was searching for. Be my date?"

She snorts. "In your dreams, Barton."

You and Steve watch in amusement as Clint frowns, shoulders hunching in defeat as he trudges away.

"Poor Clint," You pick up your bag, sling it over your shoulder and press a kiss to Steve's cheek. "See you at the party?"
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By the time you arrive at the party, you could already hear the music from two blocks away, and the streets were lined with cars. You had been lucky enough to have a reserved spot in the front, locking your car and jogging up to the entrance.

You almost stepped on a couple making out on the lawn, and nearly gasp when you notice they're Clint and Natasha.

"(Y/n)!" Steve squeezes through the doorway, cheeks red as he throws his arm around your shoulder. "You're here! I thought you'd never come."

"Yeah," You pat his chest, trying not to stumble as he leads you inside.

"I'm going to get you-"

"(Y/n)!" Thor, number 12, another blocker, lets go of a small brunette a hand and races over. "My good lady! We have been waiting for your arrival."

"Hey! She's my lady," Steve stabs his finger into Thor's sternum. "Get your own."

"I think you've had a little too much to drink," You lead Steve to the stairs, slowly climbing up and almost fall when Steve suddenly declares he doesn't have feet. "Jesus, no- Steve. Steve. C'mon."

He whines, flops down on Clint's bed, and stretches out like a sea star. "I'm Patrick."

"Who's Patrick?"

"My name is Patrick!" He announces, before his head tips back and he lets out a small snore.

You roll your eyes, throwing a blanket over his body and descend down the stairs.

You don't really like parties, anyways, so maybe you'll leave early this time and not get stuck with clean up duty again.

When you're outside, a hand emerges from the shadows and latches onto your arm. In a panic, you shriek and ball your first and slam it on the shadows head.

"Ouch! Shit!"

You stumble backwards, staring incredulously as Bucky rubs his hair. "Bucky? You idiot! I could've killed you."

He huffs. "Yeah. I know."

"Why are you here?" You gesture at the house with a wave. "This is enemy territory."

"I'm not afraid of The Might Avengers," He snorts, pulling down his hoodie and stuffing his hat into his pocket. "And I came here to talk to you."

"About what? What's so important that you showed up at your rivals' house?"

He shifts his weight awkwardly, rubbing his head again and sighs. "Look. I don't know if thinks would ever work out for us again, but I just wanted to let you know how much you mean to me."

You narrow your eyes. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I.."

"Just get on with it!" You turn, finding a car full of Hydra High students parked in the neighbors driveway. "We haven't got all night!"

Bucky takes your hand and you jump. "The team. Boys and girls, we're leaving for a two week training camp in Berlin. You're still welcome to join if you-"

"One more word, and I rip your head off," You snap, glaring as you back away. "Have fun with the brainwashing."

A few days later, you hear the news that the Hydra High van never made it to the training camp. It was found on the side of a highway, wrapped around a telephone pole with Bucky in the front seat.