Hi guys! This is my first fic ever, so please be nice! :) As I'm new here, could someone tell me if I will have to increase the rating for mentioned past mental abuse to a minor? Not in this chapter.

Main pairing is Natasha/OFC, with side-pairings of Stony, Thorki and very slight Bruce/Darcy.

I should be updating every Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday/Sunday if I can and if people like it! :)

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And that's how I ended up embarrassing myself in front of the whole school on my first day.

I should probably rewind. My name is Jenny Lawson, and I am the new English exchange student at SHIELD High. I moved to America with my older brother to study before going off to college in a few years.

So, my first day. I thought it was going great to start off with. We had arrived from England a week ago, and were starting to settle into our small flat.

On the day that the new term started, Liam, my brother, drove me down to school. We arrived, and he parked his car, said good-bye, and headed off to start his classes. Which is precisely when I realised I didn't have my English textbooks. Or maths. Or Geography. Damn. I couldn't very well call Liam back out, and I was a year too young to drive myself, so I was pretty much stuffed.

I contemplated just going in and apologising for not having my things, but I had wanted to make a good impression, and not being organised enough to remember to bring my books is hardly going to make a good name for myself at the start of term. But then again, it is the start of term. Maybe everyone is feeling a little brain-dead?

Oh well. Have I anything to lose at this point?

I gathered the books that I had remembered to bring and headed towards the building. The building itself was tall and imposing, a huge mass of brick and iron. It just served to make me all the more terrified for leaving my books at home.

And of course, that was only the first in a series of misfortunes that day.

Half an hour later, the first class, maths, was starting. I was perfectly busy at the back of the class, doodling on the inside of my textbook, when the teacher, Mrs. Hill, came in and the room went deadly silent. I understood why; Hill was scary. Her dark hair was drawn into a tight bun, and her grey eyes scanned the room, piercing every student with their laser gaze.

"We have a new student with us today." she said crisply. "Jenny Lawson, please come and introduce yourself."

What, really?! And I thought that only happened in super-cheesy embarrassing movies.

Oh well. Could be worse, I suppose.

So I got to my feet and attempted to make my way over to the front of the room. 'Attempted', because halfway there I tripped over somebody's desk-leg and fell flat on the floor. As I pulled myself to my feet, my face burning, I heard suppressed sniggers from the back of the room. Great.

I managed to make it the rest of the way without any further accidents, and so got to be standing in ront of the teacher's desk, facing the class. Which is when I realised just how big the class was. Back in England there had been a maximum of 35 students per class; here there were around 50. I had never done well speaking in front of a large group, and I had just fallen on my face in front of them, and that didn't make things any easier.

Here goes nothing.

"Um, well, I'm Jennifer." What in the world possessed me to use my full name?! I hate that name! "And, uh, I'm from England." Smooth. "So, basically, I've um, come here to study." I cringed inwardly. "And, I suppose, I'd like to, uh, get to know you all?" From the sniggers and whispers from the back of the room, I could tell that the guys here would very much not like to get to know me. I glanced at Mrs. Hill, who was looking with me with something akin to pity. Oh God.

"Thank you Jennifer," she said, "please go back to your seat."

I could tell that Mrs. Hill was very much regretting bringing me up to the front of the class.

I rested my head on top of my folded arms on my desk and thought, 'This day cannot get much worse.'

Of course, I was wrong.

Turns out the universe hates me too much to just let me be. At the cafeteria at lunch, I found a spot well away from everyone in general to eat in peace. So I was sat under a tree. Which is exactly when I realised that there was a noise coming from above me. A rustling noise. I looked up. SPLAT! A kid drops a water balloon from amongst the branches right on my upturned face. Well, I suppose he wasn't really a kid, as he looked a little older than me, but really?! How bloody immature!

So now I was soaking wet, sat under a tree, with the guy who'd just water-bombed me cackling in said tree.

A girl around my own age walked up. She was insanely beautiful, with a short, wavy bob of bright red hair and stormy blue-grey eyes set in a perfect, smooth face. The tight black top and jeans she was wearing accentuated her curves, making her look like a model.

She saw me soaking wet and instantly looked up to glare at the patch of leaves directly above me.

"Sorry," she said in a smooth voice, "that's Clint. He has a weak sense of humour and doesn't know when to stop."

She said all this still glaring at the tree, and the cackling stopped immediately and the boy dropped down. They were simple words, but filled with danger and ice.

The kid who had just dropped down looked to be about sixteen, with sandy hair and chiselled features. His blue eyes were dancing with mirth and a smirk was still playing at the corner of his lips.

One look from the red-headed girl wiped that smirk right off his face.

He mumbled something along the lines of, 'just a bit of fun', before running off.

The girl sighed and rolled her eyes. "I'm Natasha Romanoff." she said, turning her gaze to me.

"Jenny Lawson." I replied.

"Yes, I saw you in math today."

I blushed and looked down, but she wasn't making fun or smirking like some of the others had been.

I looked up to see her studying me intently. I felt nervous under her gaze, and now knew exactly what the other kid, Clint, had been feeling.

"I'll tell Clint not to bother you again." she said, before turning to leave.

"Wait!" I called, finding my voice. She turned back to me, and looked at me expectantly. "Um, c-can I sit with you?" I asked lamely. "I mean, I don't have any friends here, and I'm kinda the queen of embarrassing myself, and I suppose it's help to have someone there to help me out a bit. I mean, of course, I don't really need help, but I still don't have friends and-" I rushed on.

"Yes." she interrupted.

I stared at her for a moment. "Yes?" I repeated.

"Yes, you can sit with us. My friends are just over here." she led me to a small bench, completely crowded with people, all bickering and talking amongst themseves.

It was a little overwhelming for someone like me, who had had a maximum of three friends at any one time.

A skinny boy with raven black hair and emerald eyes was sitting nearest to us, talking quietly with another boy, this one of wavy brown hair and glasses. Next to that boy (I really need to stop calling them boys, they look older than me!), a young man with spiky dark hair and wide, chocolate-brown eyes was talking animatedly with another accross the table, this one tall and muscly with blond hair and clear blue eyes that were watching the other talk with fondness. Next to the blond, Clint who had dropped a water-bomb on my head was arguing with another muscular blond man, this one with longer hair and a regal expression, over a box of pop tarts.

"Gentlemen." Natasha called, and the table fell silent. "This is Jenny Lawson, she's going to join us."

There was a chorus of 'hey's and 'hi's from around the table.

"Um, hi." I said meekly.

"Hey Jenny." the spiky haired, brown-eyed young man said. He fixed me with a dazzling smile. "Welcome to the Avengers."