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Assistant: Title: I, Carrion (Icarian)
        Author: pietrx_n0t pietrx_n0t 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: There was a quiet shutter as the camera took another photo, Bucky messing with the settings as he aimed up at the trees. Well, mostly at Natasha who was practicing for her upcoming recital, but she didn’t need to know that. All she knew was that her and Bucky were hanging out for their free block, practicing together. Bucky for his photo contest and Natasha for her.. ballet thing.// ora Sambucky highschool AU made by stxckysrogers on TikTok! Credits to them for allowing me to use this AU idea! I had a blast writing this, and I hope to update this more in the future <3
        Contents: Chapter 1: Allow the Ground to Find Its Brutal Way to Me
    

    


  

  
  
    
    There was a quiet shutter as the camera took another photo, Bucky messing with the settings as he aimed up at the trees. Well, mostly at Natasha who was practicing for her upcoming recital, but she didn’t need to know that. All she knew was that her and Bucky were hanging out for their free block, practicing together. Bucky for his photo contest and Natasha for her.. ballet thing.Bucky didn’t know a lot about ballet. Maybe that’s why Nat dragged him out here. If she brought someone that knew nothing about it, she couldn’t be judged for the little imperfections. Right? I mean, that’s why Buck showed his photos to Steve.Despite the guy being only a grade above Buck, he acted as if he was a 90 year old man that didn’t know how to work a phone. He had even called Buck’s camera “revolutionary”, as if it was the best invention to come about after the last war. Guess that’s what only reading classical literature and having helicopter parents will do to you.He took another quick photo as Natasha leapt into the air, struggling to maintain balance in the tree he was perched in. They were out on the courtyard, the only place accessible to students outside where a teacher wouldn’t come yelling at them. Thankfully the concrete was good enough for Natasha to practice on using an old pair of ballet slippers, and Bucky was able to get enough coverage of the trees in the area.The photo contest was a few weeks away, but he needed to make a portfolio about the idea of change, and progress. He was tempted to take the easy way out and just take pictures about a flower’s growth, but he needed something unique to actually win this thing. If he managed, he might get a full ride through photography school. His mom would be happy about that, with how little money they make. It was hard enough trying to pay for three kids and a cat.As he let his imagination run wild, thinking of being swept up into the air as they congratulated him on winning the competition, a grating voice cut through to begin to reprimand him.“James Bucky Barnes. I thought you were supposed to be practicing for your camera thing. Is pointing the camera at me really going to help you win?” Natasha asked, hands already placed on her hips as if she was a disappointed mom. “If you need me to pose, I can definitely move my body.” She smirked before striking what was a grotesque way of doing the splits. She was doing it correctly at first, before she folded her arms in and began squawking like some kind of bird.This woman was really going to be the death of him. Bucky jumped down from his spot in the tree, placing a cautious hand over his camera to ensure he didn’t scratch it or get the strap caught on any stray branches. “You know me Nat, can’t resist a good woman.”“You say that as a gay man that’s been out since what? 7th grade?” Natasha said this matter of factly, getting up from her spot on the ground. She put a finger on his chin, staring up at the sky and squinting her eyes as if she was determining the meaning of life. “I think the only woman you ever liked even remotely was your mom when she made the whole class cookies for your birthday in elementary school.”She was probably right about that. Bucky had never had any romantic interest in any woman, always seemed to stray towards watching men play football on screen or watching them slide around on the ice during hockey season. His father had assumed he was just being a boy, so they never questioned that maybe he liked them a little too much. It wasn’t until he had gotten his first crush back in 6th grade, a boy that he couldn’t remember the name of anymore.The boy's hair was short and neatly kept, he was only slightly taller than Bucky but he didn’t brag about it despite other kids constantly pointing it out. He was always open to helping people with whatever they needed, even if it meant staying up to the late hours of the night just to tutor them.That same kid had moved away at the end of the year, and Bucky wasn’t smart enough back then to ask where he was going, to maybe get a number to call over the weekends. He still thought about that friend, despite not remembering anything as simple as a name.The loud ringing tone of the bell dragged him out of his thoughts, realising that it was time to get back to his normal routine schedule. Great, he had shop class after this. It was one of the subjects he was failing, mostly because of his hesitancy to participate.“Oh great James, I'm going to be late for my next class.” Natasha rolled her eyes, beginning to switch her slippers for her tennis shoes and shoving them into her bag. She sent a small kiss towards Bucky before darting off to her class with Mr. Lang.Now that she was gone, it was time for Bucky to go the opposite way and head to the sweaty garage known as shop class with Mr. Stark.–Bucky slowly pushed open the door to the garage, hoping to have done it quietly but he missed the vital knowledge that it squeaked open. It would have been fine if people were working, but everyone was sitting on stools and listening to whatever the teacher was talking about.“Nice of you to join us, James. Did you have a good..” Mr. Stark looked down at his watch before continuing, “20 minutes of a bathroom break?”Right. Small thing he had forgotten to note. Bucky hadn’t actually made it to class when Natasha went on her way towards her math class. Instead, he walked around for some minutes before finally deciding to suck it up and take the tardy instead of the absence. His mom wouldn’t be very happy, but she was too busy most days to notice if he had been in class or not.Bucky moved to quietly sit down in an empty stool, which was thankfully in the back of the class. He didn’t dare look up at the teacher, instead fiddling with the straps on his camera as if it needed adjusting. He knew he was messing them up from their perfect length, but it was better than having to face the annoyance from his teacher.“Since you decided to waste a few minutes of our time here, I’ll have to take that camera from you for the rest of class. You can pay attention, and do the assignment for the day. Or would you rather accept the homework?” Mr. Stark tapped him with a ruler, one that he had been messing with the whole class. “I can assure you James, you won’t like it.”The homework? Jeez he didn’t want to give up his camera. This was his prized possession, and the garage was filled with things it could snag on or the teacher could even drop. With the rumor that Mr. Stark had some kind of ADHD, he wasn’t very convinced he would be careful with it.Well, after he weighed all his options he came to a conclusion.“I’ll take the homework, sir.”That earned an over dramatic gasp from Mr. Stark, and a few odd looks from his classmates sitting nearby. Bucky wasn’t one to challenge a teacher's authority, but this camera was the most expensive thing he owned. It would mean jail time if he even considered handing it in for the last 20 minutes of class.His teacher just seemed to shake his head with a sigh, walking back over to his desk and rummaging through his drawers. Bucky was sure Mr. Stark was going to take out some kind of laser, cut through his beloved camera and throw the pieces left behind into the fire. Or maybe he was going to grab a saw and chop off Bucky’s head, teach the class a lesson or something.Instead of these ideas, Mr. Stark threw a blueprint towards him. “...What is this?”“Maybe if you read it, James, you’d understand that it’s a blueprint for a miniature car. You will be paired up with someone in this room to recreate that and present it two weeks from now. You will have to present the process you went through to create it, and the struggles you faced to get it to completion.” Mr. Stark had a stupid smirk on his face, and Bucky at this point wanted to punch it out of him. “Additionally, your partner cannot be the one to do the talking. Don’t think I don’t know public speaking scares the hell out of you, James.”Mr. Stark was right, Bucky already hated this assignment. Why is this the consequence of all things? Bucky didn’t even have the supplies at home! How was he supposed to get this done with someone if the option wasn’t there in the first place?“Would anyone like to volunteer? I would hate to assign this to someone that doesn’t like this just as much as James over here.”From across the room, a hand shot up as soon as Mr. Stark had asked for volunteers. Of course, his star student was the one to join Bucky. The kid was a freshman, and somehow weaseled his way into a class full of seniors and juniors.Peter Parker. One of the schools smartest kids. He excelled in math, and used up all that knowledge in shop class. Mr. Stark loved him. If it wasn’t for the kids aunt who had custody of him, he was sure that Mr. Stark would step up and take care of him. They already got together after school to talk about college plans, what would stop them from being father and son too? The rumor of Peter being the teacher’s son was just looking more and more true each day.Now that Bucky thought about it, there were a lot of rumors that pertained to Mr. Stark. Including his more than suspicious background.“I can do it, Mr. Stark. I’ve got a garage at home we can work in too.” Peter seemed over excited about the homework, and Bucky was honestly ready to just have him do the whole thing. Would his camera even survive in an environment such as that? Hopefully the kid’s house wasn’t hell on earth.Mr. Stark clapped his hands together, walking over and grabbing Bucky by his collar. He stumbled to his feet before being sat down on the ground next to Peter. “You two will get together at any point of the day you have available. James I believe for you that is your free block and after school, as of which you can use the garage during the day and Peter’s house afterwards. Peter, for you this is just extra credit. Though I’m sure you don’t need it.”He gave Peter a pat on the shoulder, a smile covering the teacher’s face. Bucky’s earlier statement was still true, he wanted to beat that smile off of him. Who cares if he got arrested.“Soo.. When’s your free block? Mine is right before this, and I sorta promised Ned we would study together tomorrow. Can we start this after school maybe? We can also do it Thursday if you want!”Of course this kid already had plans. What was Bucky thinking? That they would just start hanging out everyday or something? At least he would have some time to try and get out of this, or maybe actually work on his contest portfolio. Ms. Maximoff already said they needed photos of the football game tonight, so that time was already blocked off. “I've uh, got things to do after school today. I’ll come find you when I’m ready.”Yeah Bucky, that was the best plan. Just come find the kid whenever you’re ready. Just tell the kid you don’t wanna work with him, why don’t you!“That’s okay! You’re taking photos for the game tonight aren’t you? Mr. Maximoff mentioned something about it this morning at practice.” Peter explained excitedly, hands showing off how much he loved school. Thankfully Mr. Stark was giving the class the last minutes of class to work, so Peter talking to him wouldn’t get him in worse trouble than he was already in.Bucky lifted his camera, looking around at all the people before replying to the kid, “Yeah. I’ve gotta be there from 7pm to 10pm tonight so I’ll be pretty busy.” He took a moment to steady and then take a few pictures of the other classmates starting to work. He had a setting to silence the sound when a photo was taken, so he could do this without breaking the focus the kids had.The only upside of being in shop class was that he was able to take up close photos without worrying of being out of place. And thankfully he had a nice enough camera that was able to avoid that annoying glare the projects gave off.Peter leaned over, invading Bucky’s space and trying to get a look at the camera. It wasn’t until Buck’s hands lowered that Peter jumped back and sat straight up in his seat. He looked like a guilty child, caught with candy he wasn’t supposed to have.“Yes?”“Can I.. see the camera? It seems really special to you, and I see you use it all the time so I wanted to check it out. I don’t have enough time to join the photography club, but I would love to someday!” Peter exclaimed, holding his hands out.Was Bucky really going to let some kid with probably greasy fingers touch his camera and get away with it?Yes, yes he was.He felt bad for the kid okay? Peter was stuck having to spend time with someone that was honestly not a joy to be around. The only person Bucky had an ounce of respect for was Natasha. He still felt a bit of pity for the kid though, and slipped the strap over his head and gently laid it in Peter’s hands.After a thorough talk about what did what, and how to safely handle it, he let him go ahead and take pictures. He watched as the first thing he did was go up to Mr. Stark and take a few photos, the teacher responding by throwing up a peace sign and doing funny poses. Yeah, those were some great photos to have on his drive.It didn’t take long for Bucky to get nervous and ask for the camera back, inspecting it for damages and flipping through the photos the kid managed to take in the short amount of time he was given full freedom. Everything seemed okay, and Bucky was even more delighted to hear the sound of the bell, signifying that the school day was over and it was time to go home.Bucky wasn’t going home just yet, but he could at least waste a few minutes getting set up over at the football field. He would have to have water and snacks as well, so maybe he could ask Natasha for money? She already threw money at him when he just so happened to utter anything about not eating dinner for the third time that week, so it probably wouldn’t be hard to convince her.–“I’ve got no money for you, James.”“What?” Bucky was shocked, to say the least. With everything Natasha did for him, she didn’t have money for the concession stand this one time? Well, it seemed Bucky took these handouts a little for granted. “Y'know what, it’s fine. I’m sure I can ask the coach or.. a player.”Natasha sighed, running a hand over Bucky’s arm. “I’ve gotta save up for my next recital, and Yelena wanted to try out ballet too so I’m trying to help her.” It was clear that Natasha really did feel bad, and that if she was able to help him she would. “Look, find Sam out there okay? He’s super friendly, loves helping people out. He’ll buy you something, promise.”At least she was giving him an out instead of throwing him to the wolves. Still though, having to talk directly to one of the players was one of the scariest things in the world. It was already hard enough having to nudge them around to get the best shots possible for the yearbook. Ms. Maximoff graded him based on perfection.It would be fine, nothing would go wrong. All he had to do was go up to one of the football players, ask for money like a homeless person, and then act as if that was the most casual thing in the world. “I have to go set up Nat, see you tomorrow?” He tilted his head, giving a small wave as she responded with a nod.Now it was time for Bucky to be off on a magical adventure! To the football fields!Bucky arrived a few minutes later where he had already set up, scanning the players for a guy named Sam. He already knew who Nat was talking about, but he pretended to act confused just for his own sake.Sam Wilson. He was one of the friendliest people that Bucky knew. He didn’t really know him on a personal level.. But the guy was so open about everything to everyone it was no surprise Bucky knew him.The issue was finding him. Because of how notorious this guy was for helping people, he was probably off helping a coach lug some supplies across the school. Guess Bucky would have to take a walk.Buck set his camera down, gently putting it inside its case and leaving it next to the rest of his stuff. Thankfully his current camp was out of the way of practice, and his camera only had the chance of being broken if someone were to throw something extremely badly. Given that most of player actually knew how to play, Bucky was sure his camera would be safe.He began his walk, going past the bleachers and poking his head underneath just in case someone had dragged Sam under there for a before game make-out session. He was sure that Sam would have declined, but you never truly know someone until you’ve spent at least a few sleepovers with them.A sleepover with Sam? Jeez he wondered what that would be like. The only sleepover he had ever had were the ones with Natasha. She had snuck into his room late at night with Yelena after her parents got into a huge fight. It wasn’t the most fun he had ever had at a sleepover, but it was one of the only ones.They didn’t know each other very well back then, only hanging out at lunch and in class. Other than that, she only talked with her little sister or had her nose stuck in a book. Bucky was probably the only friend she had back then, so it was no surprise she had stuck around so long.After that night though, Nat had started coming around a lot more. Sometimes she would bring her sister, sometimes she would be alone. They obviously never did anything with each other, but in 7th grade when she tried to kiss him, he screamed out something along the lines of being gay.Natasha burst out laughing, doubled over till she was nearly laying on the floor. Apparently she had only tried because it seemed like Bucky was putting the moves on her. She wasn’t going to be the one caught off guard so she took to making the first move.They got extremely close after that, and Nat had raved about boys with him. Turns out they had opposite taste in men, but they still bonded over which actor looked hotter in a movie.As Bucky crossed the hallway from the art hall and office, he spotted what looked to be a glimpse of Sam turning the opposite corner. Sh@t. Bucky had just been over there, and now he was already leaving?Bucky quickly changed the direction he was going, starting to chase after Sam. His voice seemed to fail him though, and he knew there was no use in attempting to call after the guy. So instead, he used his skinny legs to run after the only guy he could rely on at the moment. This was the only way he was going to get fed for some time, so it was worth it.Despite this, it seemed like Sam was always a few steps ahead of him. Wilson pushed open the doors to outside, right where the field was. The bright sun seemed to blind Bucky for a moment, and he brought his hands up to shield the glare of light from reaching his eyes. Ugh, great. It was as if Sam had the power of a thousand suns.Bucky followed after Sam, recovering from the whiplash the sun gave his eyes. The spots finally cleared as he blinked harder than normal, taking a look around to find Sam. He definitely found him, just crouched over what looked to be a mess of parts. Had a crate broken maybe?No, not a crate. It was his camera. Sam had broken his camera, hadn’t he?His feet pounded against the ground, making it to the wreckage with an astounding speed he didn’t even know was possible for him. He pushed Wilson out of the way, beginning to pick up the pieces of his camera.“Hey man I don’t know what happened I just-” Sam was cut off by Bucky quickly as he began yelling towards the football player.“Did you do this? You did this, didn't you! I’ve never done anything to you Wilson!” Bucky shoved the broken pieces into the case, anger rising to the surface as words tumbled out of his mouth.“What? No dude I didn’t touch your camera. I was just coming back and I found it like this.” Sam looked bewildered, but a little guilty. Of course someone who did the crime would look guilty. He had probably noticed Bucky trying to catch him, decided that Buck was obviously some kind of stalker and smashed his camera in retaliation. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened.”He let go of the case, setting it on the ground gently despite the fact it was already broken. “Everyone says that you’re just so kind. I don’t believe it Wilson! I’m sure that’s all just a stunt to get a full scholarship into college! And in the meantime, you pick on others that have done nothing to offend you!”Bucky wasn’t letting Sam speak, he didn’t want to hear his excuses. “I’m sooo sorry that not everyone here treats you like a princess. Maybe go cry to your mom about it!” He grabbed the case again, storming off and going back inside. He didn’t care about what Ms. Maximoff thought he was going home.If he got in trouble, who cares! He needed to fix his camera, and as soon as possible before Sam found him to throw excuses at Bucky just to get off the coach’s back. He wasn’t going to accept any apology from Sam. No way!He already expected the tears that began welling up, causing him to rapidly blink and begin pressing the heel of his palm to his eyes. It was pathetic, crying over a stupid camera. Didn’t matter how long he spent working every shift he could grab, telling Natasha he was hungry and lying to her just to get some extra coins, not even all the time he spent begging anyone he could find for some money. It was pathetic, how desperate he seemed.But it was worth it, to hold that darling camera in his hands and the shocked look on his mothers face. The way she lit up, and immediately posed for a photo with all her children. He had so many photos on there, and if the card was damaged then it would all be lost.All those happy memories with his mother actually smiling, with his siblings actually getting along. With Natasha doing things she’s passionate about, all those little things that Bucky didn’t think mattered until now.He just wanted to go home and lay down with his cat, get his mind off the mess that was now his prized possession. One that he chose a stupid project over giving it up to the teacher. It would have been safer there, safer than anywhere remotely close to Sam.Bucky kept walking, heading towards the front door before being stopped by a familiar figure.“Buck? What happened?” Steve’s gentle hands peeled Bucky’s hands off his face, the small thin boy showing worry all over his face. This was Steve Rogers. He was only one step below Nat on his scale of friends.They had known each other since the early days, having met accidentally after Steve was allowed to go to kindergarten. Bucky had been a quiet child back then, and Steve seemed to gravitate towards that kind of mentally. Growing up so sheltered, it made perfect sense to Steve that the person he would get along the best with was the one kid in class not crying or throwing some kind of tantrum.And so, he knew that the same kid back in kindergarten that looked past his already cold exterior would understand him now. “Steve he.. Sam broke my camera. I don’t have the money for this and mama’s gonna be so sad.”The words came out in hushed whispers, as if admitting something went would be a crime. It sure felt like one, with the way that the bag felt heavier and heavier every moment the camera lay broken in a million pieces. He wasn’t even sure he was going to be able to fix it, no matter how many hours he spent at home with super glue and hope.That hope sure was dwindling right now.“Bucky.. Oh I’m so sorry.” Steve wrapped two arms around Bucky, though they barely managed to reach his shoulders properly without causing strain to the smaller one. “I can try and get some money for you. Ma made me pick up a job the other day so it’ll be good to work towards something.”Bucky felt the guilt already weighing him down, even though he hadn’t agreed to anything. It felt more like Steve was working for him, rather than attempting to help him. That offer was just too much. Bucky would just have to work extra by himself, convince his boss to give him some more shifts again. It wasn’t like his mom didn’t need the extra help, but there still needed to be someone at home with the other kids to make sure they didn’t get into trouble.It was the reason Bucky had been trying to get less shifts. He was toeing the edge of being fired, but it was hard to do anything productive if he had to work all the time. Whether it was taking photos as a game, or picking up a shift at a retail store.There just wasn’t enough time to pay attention to everything.He didn’t want to say he needed help, that was almost too much to bear. Instead, he just leaned towards Steve and let the tears keep flowing down his cheeks. There was no way to stop them now, not even if he just shut his eyes really tight and imagined them going away. He wasn’t a kid anymore, so this shouldn’t happen.Steve ran a gentle hand up and down his back, supporting Bucky’s slowly collapsing weight. “I’ll take you home Buck, come on.” It was calm, reassuring, everything Bucky needed right now.So, Steve walked him home. He told weird jokes and did everything in his power to cheer Bucky up. It was appreciated, and he would have to find a way to repay Steve one day. Bucky watched as his friend walked off, presumably off to his own house. Hopefully not though, his parents weren’t the best and really needed to learn better behavior. Maybe Bucky could send them through manners school.Well, enough of that. Bucky turned around, taking a deep breath before opening the door of his house. He was greeted with a place generally clean, well kept and better than he had seen it in a few days. How long had his mom been home? She would’ve only gotten home maybe 30 minutes ago with the others, so the house being this clean made no sense.“Mom? You around? I’m home early, something happened before the game.” Bucky stepped inside, shutting the door behind him and slipping off his shoes next to the door. He didn’t have the heart to yell out what happened from across the house, it didn’t feel right.He heard no response though, and began searching through the house for his mother. He didn’t hear anything, except for a quiet giggle coming from the hallway closet. Bucky recognized that sound, and halted in place to slowly back up and throw open the doors.On the other side was his sister, Rebecca. She was about 8, and still found joys in playing hide and seek. As she was found, a rumble of giggles escaped her as she darted between Bucky’s legs in an attempt to escape. “Ohhh no you don’t! I’m gonna get you!”Bucky reached down, trying to grab at his sister. It was to no avail, and she managed to run away and towards the kitchen across the house. Bucky chuckled quietly to himself, slipping off the camera case and placing it on the high shelf of the closet. It was no use being sad right now, especially when his sister was having a good day.He followed his sister towards the kitchen, where she stood peeking around the wall and into the kitchen itself. There were a few bags left on the kitchen counter, all filled with food. This was probably the most they had in months, so Bucky quickly began storing it in the fridge and pantry. He needed to make sure that the food wouldn’t go bad, so then it could last long enough where they won’t have to worry about being fed at least for a while.Bucky knew he wouldn’t be able to ration it out without hiding half of this stuff from his siblings. They always took this food for granted, but he didn’t blame them. It was often they went without food, so just eating everything in sight sounded completely fair.“Jamey? What’re you doing hun?” His mother walked in, leaning against the door frame above Rebecca. Seems she had finally arrived to the party.“I was putting the food away, making sure it doesn’t go bad. Something uh.. Something happened at school today.” He slowed the rate that he began putting things away, nerves rushing through him as he fumbled out the story.How he had tried to find Sam, left his camera by the sidelines, and came back to it broken. Bucky watched as his mothers face contorted into something he couldn’t entirely place. Disappointment maybe? No, it was a look of pity. He hadn’t seen that on her face in years.She stepped closer to him, wrapping her arms around him as his sister came to join in on the hug. He really needed this. Steve was great and all, but nothing beat having your family there to comfort you. Bucky leaned in further, letting a few stray tears from earlier in the day fall down his face for the final time.He had mostly come to terms with the camera, especially now that it was out of his sight. Bucky had more determination than ever to get to working and earning more money for another camera. He just hoped that his boss wouldn’t fire him. “Thanks guys.. I’m okay now. I’m going to put the rest of this up and just head into my room, alright?” Bucky gave a reassuring smile to his sister and mother, pushing them off gently.It was about time for him to go study, look at that blueprint and try and map out what he was going to do. I mean, building a miniature car? That seemed impossible with how little time he had spent paying attention to Mr. Stark's stupid shop class. He didn’t even get why the principal shoved him in there.Bucky closed the fridge door after placing the two bottles of milk in there, starting to walk back into his room. He shoved open his door, finding that it had gotten stuck on the carpet for the millionth time this week.What hadn’t happened at all this week though, was finding someone perched in his window as if this was their own house.'
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