Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Marvel movies or franchise, or else Clintasha would already be canon...
AN: This is the 7th of my vocab oneshot series, but the first to not be in the Supernatural fandom. Enjoy this AU oneshot!
The Terror in Gym Class
Clint was ecstatic. He would enjoy gym class if it were not for the insipid activities. The games that were played were boring, and his classmates didn't put forth any effort, but there was a game that brought out both energy and competitiveness. Dodge ball.
Clint was athletic enough that he did fairly well when the game was played, but this week was different. The blonde-haired teenager was on fire today. His reflexes were quick. His arm was strong. His eyesight was sharp. Clint was riding a high of adrenaline as his team slowly crushed the other.
That is, until one of his throws just barely grazed the shoulder of a red-head girl. The entire gym froze. The girl slowly turned to face Clint, and eyes flickered back and forth between the girl and the paling boy.
Clint had ambivalent thoughts flying through his head. He was extremely proud of the fact that he had pegged Natasha, yet he was dreading what the consequences might be. It didn't matter that Natasha was Clint's best friend; she took offense when something as simple as a dodge ball insulted her physical abilities.
Natasha's face remained calm and collected as she stared unblinkingly at Clint. Only her stony eyes gave away what was really underneath her mask; however, as a smirk appeared on her lips, Clint's eyes grew wide. He hesitated for only second before he sprinted towards the bleachers. Despite the bleachers being folded up, Clint rapidly scaled them. The teenage boy paused for just a moment as the top to see if Natasha was pursuing him before vaulting himself into the air and grabbing onto the ceiling rafters. Clint hauled himself up with upper body strength that was pelting students with dodge balls less than a minute ago.
Natasha had watched Clint's ascension with amusement, but retained her austere expression. It greatly entertained the girl when her reputation preceded her to garner such extreme reactions. Natasha found it especially comical that her best friend expected her to seek revenge even on him. She would of course, but Clint just made it a whole lot easier. She hardened her eyes once more at Clint and then slowly strode out of the gym as if she commanded it.
The difficultly arose when trying to coax Clint down from the rafters. Teachers and students alike attempted to talk him down, yet Clint was adamant that if he came down, so would the wrath of Natasha on his head. They eventually called in Principal Coulson to talk to the teenager, in hopes that the head of the school could get the boy's feet back on the ground. It was several hours until Clint vacated his refuge in the ceiling.
Immediately following when Natasha exited the gym, a friend of hers, Pepper, approached and asked what Natasha was going to do to Clint. Natasha response was with a raised eyebrow and the simple reply of, "Not a thing."
Pepper cocked her head and questioned, "Then, when are you going to tell him that?"
"At some point," Natasha responded evasively. The smirk returned. "He's punishing himself already just wondering what I have planned for him once he returns to earth. Why should I ruin that?"