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When Natasha entered her Biology classroom she was happy to find her best friend awaiting her at their table.
"Hey Clint," she greeted. She noticed he wasn't wearing his usual black and grey today. "Hey purple's a good color on you."
"Sup Nat, and really? Throwing a compliment right when you get here? Either you're falling for me or you want something." he replied as she took a seat on the desk, "And if you are falling, then you'd better ask someone else to catch you because this guy's taken."
Natasha laughed at the thought of even thinking to like Clint like that. She and him had known eachother for years. "Better luck next time," she joked, "Wait, Laura, that one girl from Richmond high? You finally asked her out?"
"Yeah, last week." he replied.
"It's been a full week and you haven't told me about it!" she gasped.
"I wanted to keep it low key. Besides I knew if I did then you'd hunt her down and scare her out of liking me."
"No I wouldn't have," Natasha countered. Okay, maybe I would.
"Well, didn't want to take any chances." he replied. "And why are you mad at me for not telling you that we were dating after a week when you still won't admit that you and Banner have been dating all school year?"
Natasha's heart flipped at this and she elbowed his arm. "Clint, I swear, if you say that again you won't have any teeth by morning." she threatened. Natasha had had a secret crush on Bruce Banner since the beginning of the school year but was too afraid to talk to him.
As Clint and Natasha continued talking, Clint noticed their assistant teacher walking toward them. "Teacher alert," he stated, "with emphasis on teacher." Natasha turned around to see what Clint was talking about. Their assistant teacher, Helen Cho, was walking in their direction. Even though Helen was only 19, she'd graduated from high school early and started working alongside her mom to pick up some work ethic tips before she went off to college. Natasha quickly got off the table and sat in her seat.
"Natasha," she said as she approached, "may I talk to you?"
"Uh, yeah, sure."
"Somebody's in trouble," Clint sneered. Natasha gave him a dirty look and turned around to face Helen.
"What is it?" I didn't do anything wrong, did I? No. Even if I did, Helen's wouldn't tell, she's chill. Then again…
"Natasha you're not in trouble." she assured breaking Natasha out of her thoughts. "It's just that, you're the smartest student in the class," Natasha slightly beamed at this. "So I just wanted to ask you, well, more like my mom wanted to ask you, but you know how busy she is, so she told me to ask you, although she could've just done it last week but then again-"
"Helen!" Natasha interrupted, "What is it?" Helen wasn't always the brightest and she spoke at 15 words per second.
"Oh right, sorry. We were wondering if we could move you to sit next to and tutor one of our… struggling students. They really need the help."
This made Natasha's smile fade slightly. Seriously? I don't want to move seats. I love sitting next to Clint. I mean, we have two other classes where we sit together but still. Then again, this kid needs my help. (Sigh). "... Sure, I'll do it."
"Oh, thank you Natasha! And just because of your generosity I might raise your grade a percentage or two," Helen promised.
As they walked back to her seat Clint gave Natasha a 'what was that all about' face. "I got a seat change. she explained.
"What! You're joking right?"
"Nope. That's what happens when you piss me off Clint." she said acting as if it was his fault.
"Seriously! Nat, c'mon. I was joking about Banner." he whined.
"Too late."
"(Sigh), who are you sitting next to anyway?" he asked.
"Natasha stopped packing her stuff and realized she hadn't asked that. "Helen," she called causing her to stop. "who am I sitting next to?" she asked skeptically. Helen turned around and walked back to their table.
"Oh," Helen said in a nervous tone, "just… Mr. Barnes." she whispered.
Natasha just stood there staring at nothing as Clint began to laugh. Bucky was almost as bad as Tony Stark except without the smarts. He was just another jerky jock on the Hockey and Football teams and fiddled with about every girl he could find. He stayed away from her though. Natasha had a way of making people either fall for her or run. The most he had done was call her red, which annoyed her coming from him, and give the occasional wink. "Dacă acel băiat mă jignește în nici un fel am jurat-"
When Natasha got angry her Russian accent came and she started whisper yelling in different languages. "Um, Nat?" Clint interrupted her Romanian cursing and motioning downward. Natasha looked down and saw that she was clenching her fists so hard that the pen she was holding had leaked all over her hand.
"Whoops," she said. Clint started laughing all over again. Natasha finished packing her stuff.
"Oh, look at the time." Helen said. "I gotta go do… teacher stuff. Bye." she said hurrying away from the conversation.
Natasha began to walk to her new seat. "Have fun over there, Nat." Clint laughed. Just then Natasha turned around to face the laughing jokester and slid her inked hand down the side of his face and began to walk away again. "Dude, Natasha!" he whined, but she just kept walking with a slight smile on her face which completely faded when she arrived at Bucky's table.
Luckily Bucky was too busy on his phone to notice her when she sat. She got a tissue out of her backpack and wiped what she could off of her hand. Then the bell rang and Mrs. Cho barged into the classroom with piles of papers that Helen was rushing to pick up off the floor. "Students!" she called and everyone in the room went to their seats and put their phones away. "This unit we'll be learning about how to regenerate tissue. Open your books to page 201 chapter 5. At the end of the unit we will be performing an experiment doing just that, using the tissue replicator created by my very own daughter, Helen Cho." she bragged. Hearing this made Helen blush nervously and hurriedly continue to pick up the papers her mom dropped. Mrs. Cho was a lot of a show off and talked twice as fast as Helen did. "Helen!" her mom screamed, "what are you doing on the floor? Get up and make yourself useful!"
The class began taking notes on the chapter. "Hey red," Bucky whispered to Natasha making her flinch on the inside. "What, you couldn't bear being so far away from me? Don't worry, I get that a lot."
"No," Natasha replied still taking her notes, "First of all, don't call me that, and second, I have to sit here because you're failing this class."
"Geez, we've got a feisty one over here," he smirked leaning close to her ear, "my favorite kind."
Once the bell was about to ring Natasha quickly packed up her stuff. "Gimme your number." she commanded.
"Excuse me? Why? I mean, I don't m-" he started.
"Just shut up and give it to me. I'll call you tomorrow for your first tutoring session." she said.
"I never agreed to that," he said. Natasha gave him a deadly glare. "Okay, okay, gosh." he said putting the number in her phone. Once he handed it back to her she picked up her bag and started toward the door.
Clint and Natasha began walking to the dorms. "Well, I'm still alive, thankfully." Natasha started. "He kept an alright distance from me, and I didn't catch him staring at anything, even though I bet he was."
"I'm sorry are you talking to me?" Clint said sarcastically. "I usually don't like interacting with people that STAIN MY FACE!" he exclaimed.
"Sorry about that, but you had it coming," Natasha apologized.
"You tease me about Laura every day and I never do anything to you," he complained, "but the one time I slightly tease you about the guy you've been crushing on for months, even though Maria does it to you all the time, this happens!" he said taking off his hood and showing his marked face. "Everyone's probably gonna think I wore mascara, and cried it off."
"Or," she said encouragingly, "they'll think you have a girlfriend who wears black lipstick and was kissing your cheek and you forgot to wipe it off. Perfect excuse, right?"
"Either way they'll think I'm goth," he said annoyingly.
"Well, your aesthetic isn't helping you very much with that. 'Hey guys I'm Clint Barton and I only wear colors that match my soul,'" she imitated, "people probably already think you're goth."
"Shut up, Nat. This is your fault." Clint said as they began to approach the dorm buildings. "So, you're gonna tutor him?"
"Yeah, I kind of have to. If he doesn't pass the next test we have I'll have to sit with him for another unit. If I whip him into shape and teach him some studying tricks then maybe he'll start to change." Hopefully.
"Well," Clint started, "if you ever need help or he tries anything, call me."
"Thank you and I will. Trust me, this is going to be hectic."
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