2 + 2 = screw you || Bucky & Bruce || Tutor AU
This wasnât the first time Bucky had been sent to the principalâs office. This also wasnât the first time he had gotten in trouble. âNow, Mr. Barnes, you know the rules. Three strikes and youâre out, buddy.â Bucky didnât look at the princpal and kept flidding with his fingers. âIâm going to call your father. You will wait outside and I better see you still there once your father and I are finished.â Bucky nodded before sulking his way out to the chairs. He was in real trouble now. Any call to his father was never good.Â
He traced the veins on his hands as he waited. His father didnât even look at him when he came about, his coat blowing in the wind his own feet created. He was angry, Bucky noticed by the way his face was tight and controlled. Rage was the perfect deadly sin Bucky had figured out. The talk wasnât long and soon he was pulled from the chair and struggling to keep up with his fatherâs quick pace. âJames, what the hell do ya think youâre doing?â It was the only thing his father said in the car and wouldnât take silence for an answer.Â
âPa, it wasnât even my fault. That jerk Tommy was pushing Steve. What was I supposed to do, huh?â Bucky knew his father wouldnât understand. No one touched Steve and this Tommy fella thought he could. His father just sighed and stayed quiet the way home. Maybe he did understand or at least understood the friendship his son and Steve shared.Â
The walked into the house, taking off their shoes and setting jackets in the closet. âAfter dinner, weâre going to talk âbout this school problem. You are failing classes and now getting into more fights --â
âDad, thatâs not true! Tommy was my only fight, I swear!â Bucky wasnât going to say anything about the usual alley ass-kicking he did on Steveâs behalf. The dumb kid didnât know when to back down. It wasnât any of his fault. He was just protecting his best friend.Â
âThe principal and I agreed to a tutor. We picked one of the bests and heâs coming by after dinner.â His father argued, his arms crossed though he looked even more tired to be having this argument. Bucky mouth fell open, he couldnât believe what he was hearing. A tutor? Some smart kid telling him what to do? He could handle Steve, but someone else? Hell no. He had turned around now and quickly put on his shoes. He wasnât staying here. âWhere ya going?â His father was tired, he wasnât going to fight his son anymore. Things were so much easier when the sonâs mother was alive. âSteveâs house. Call me when the punk arrives.â And then Bucky was out the door. He had to tell Steve even if the kid would agree with his father. Maybe theyâd go out and heâd forget all about mister nerd.Â