|7 Minutes in Heaven
Author: Nate Graham PM
A two-shot AU in which all the Avengers are teenagers and part of the same social circle. Tony Stark is still the playboy we know, and hosts a party on his house. Steve is innocent and things get boring, ending in a much funnier game than crappy horror movies. Capsicoul alongside some other pairings.Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Romance - Agent Phil Coulson & Captain America/Steve R. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,904 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 07-20-12 - Published: 07-19-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8338603
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they belong entirely to Marvel and Disney.
Author's Note: Well, this is probably going to be a two-shot, nothing longer than that. The idea came into my mind when I saw this post on Tumblr about 13 Going on 30 (which is a movie I happen to love, and Mark Rufallo's on it) and decided to write this. The second chapter comes in a few days if the feedback is positive enough. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy, reviews are welcomed.
Around the Lunch Table
Philip Coulson, a fifteen years old boy, looked like the average teenager from his school. Super Heroes comic books, band posters all over the room and an internet addicted. However, there is more than meets the eye. Looking normal on the outside was something he mastered during years of practice, though truly, Phil was a fanboy over his heroes – with mint cards of a certain Super Hero included -, a Tumblr-famous with a fake name and, more importantly, secretly in love with one of his friends – Steve.
The love part he never knew when it happened, probably on one of the various times his friend had stepped up for him – defending him from the jocks or something else – like a prince in a shiny armor, but the friendship, well, that was a long date one.
Along with Natasha, Clint, Tony, Bruce and the brothers Thor and Loki, Steve was in Coulson's friendship circle since the preschool. The group had always been together, always on the same class, while the other kids from the particularly small town they lived in either transferred or moved. The octet was always together, and eleven years later since their first encounter, they found themselves as best friends.
On that warm morning, Phil woke up on his usual time, got ready for school, grabbed his bag and went downstairs; his breakfast already on the kitchen table, prepared for his ever busy mother. Before leaving for work, she'd set his morning meal – toasts, butter, milk and every now and then some fruit like strawberry or apple cut in cubes, with honey on top – and left for work, coming home only late in the night.
Eating his breakfast, the boy daydreamed a little – a thing he got used to do very often, either imagining himself as an agent of the secret organizations he always read on his comics, or either with his friend Steve. When done, the teenager put the dirty dishes on the dishwasher and left for school, running rapidly towards the bus stop.
After the morning classes, the boy found himself at their usual lunch table -a big one so everyone on the group would fit – eating besides his beloved friend. The boys were chatting about some History paper they had to deliver due to next week, when Tony arrived, Bruce with him.
"Hey bitches! Is everyone gathered here already?" he asked, counting the number of heads sitting around on the table. Answering himself, the man said "Yes, everyone's here. So, guess what?" he asked again.
"What? Your dad bought you a Yatch this time?" Clint replied, jokingly, his arms around his lovely though dangerous girlfriend.
"No, that's still under negotiations," Tony said; the same tone of joke his friend used. "We're having a meeting, tonight, down at my place. My parents will be out for some wedding or whatever, and I'll be lonely by myself at that big house, so you'll all come and give me the pleasure of your amusing company. Deal?" said the teenage, with puppy eyes.
"What about Jarvis, isn't he supposed to watch you or anything? I mean, he IS your butler after all," said Loki, Thor by his side, mouth full and nodding in agreement, with that Golden Retriever façade.
"Actually, I gave him the day off for today, so you guys could come. It's not always that the Evil King – aka Howard – and his wife are out of town, and you guys know how he is, so, I talked Jarvis into letting you guys go and take care of me, because you are oh-so good friends. So, I'll meet you at my house around eight?" Tony said.
Phil turned to Steve, by his side, and asked lowly. "Are you going?"
The other opened his mouth so to speak, but was cut by the Stark kid. "Of course he is, everyone's gonna be there, I want no excuses"
"I'll talk to my mom, but yes, I'll be there," Steve said, sheepishly looking at his friend.
"We'll be there, Tony," Natasha finally said, as if to put an end to the subject, and Bruce followed her. "Hey, did you guys had Ms. Joan's class already? She's gonna give you a project of a rocket and it's so awesome and…" he continued, but Phil was only paying attention to the friend by his side.
The blond boy was timid, and somehow also brave, and maybe that's why Coulson loved him so much. One of the reason, actually. The bell rang, announcing it was time for them to return to their classes, and he followed Steve to the lockers, his was placed besides his best friend's. "So, see you in English on the last class?" Phil asked; books by hand. "Yeah, see ya!" the blonde left, running towards his current class. Phil leaned against his locker and sighed, looking his platonic love leave, until the other turned the corner towards the classrooms. Doing the same, the boy headed for his Math class.