Rebellion
Author's Note: This is going to be a BlackFrost (Loki/Natasha) fic, but it's starting out as Clint/Natasha (which I am okay with) and gradually moving onto a Loki/Natasha.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Marvel's.
Rated [T] for now.
The First Day
The fifteen year old Natasha Romanoff walked up to her new school, Riverview Secondary. It was September and it was only the first day. Natasha used to live in Russia, but her mother's job had reassigned her to New York City. So that was why Natasha knew no one at this school and was only entering at 10th grade.
"I'll see you at home for dinner okay?" Her mother waved a goodbye and drove off. Natasha breathed and tucked a red lock of hair behind her ear. Hopefully Riverview wasn't going to suck. The young girl walked into the school to see friends running up to each other for hugs, guys were fist-bumping. Natasha went into the office to get her schedule and locker number. She was locker number 8 out of tons of others.
As Natasha stepped out of the office, she bumped into a quite fit chest. "Oh sorry." Natasha blushed as she looked up at the guy she bumped into. He had short, brunette hair and looked quite good.
"It's okay. Are you new here? Because I've never seen you before." The mystery man looked closer at Natasha.
"Yes, I am new. Tenth grade, starting this year; Natasha Romanoff." She stuck her hand out for a handshake.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Clint Barton. I'm in eleventh grade, but you can hang out with me and my friends at lunch if you want." Clint shook her hand. Her first friend at Riverview; Natasha was quite happy on the inside, but her face betrayed no emotion.
"Sure…see you then?" Natasha smiled shyly. Clint nodded and walked into the office.
It was lunch. The cafeteria was serving spaghetti and meatballs, which was what the young redhead got. Natasha was kind of nervous about eating with Clint and his friends. What if they were total assholes? Or tried to hit on her?
"Natasha!" Clint waved her over. Slowly, Natasha walked over to his table. It was inhabited by males, with the one exception of a girl with long brown hair making out with a muscular guy with slightly long blonde hair and a girl with strawberry blonde hair typing on her phone.
"Hey, Clint." Natasha approached the table. It seemed like the typical "popular" table that everyone wanted to sit at. Suddenly, Natasha was quite unsure if she wanted to sit with them; she was used to just being with one or two friends and that was fine.
"Come sit. Tony, move your ass over!" A dark haired guy moved over, still eating his shawarma.
"Thanks." Natasha set her tray of food down.
"Who's this?" The other buff blonde raised an eyebrow.
"Natasha Romanoff; she's a year younger than us, but she's new and all." Clint explained.
"Taking in hot and lost little redheads now, Clint?" Tony looked suggestively at Clint.
Natasha rolled her eyes. She was perfectly fine of taking care of herself and certainly didn't need Clint to pity her as the new girl. Feeling ridiculed, Natasha got up and abruptly left, tears brimming in her eyes.
Clint soon caught up to her, being very fit. "I'm sorry. Tony's always an asshole like that."
"It's just…I've never had many friends before, and it looks obvious that your table is the typical 'popular' table and I don't want to be pitied as the new girl with no friends." Natasha choked a bit.
"Natasha, I don't just invite anyone to sit at our table. You seem special, not just because you're new. You have certain…fiery aura about you and I love that. You seem unique and stand out in a good way." Clint rested a hand on her shoulder.
"Sorry if I embarrassed you." Natasha blushed.
"The rest of us have done far worse." Clint led her back to sit down.
"Little redhead, didn't realize how sensitive you were." Tony said. It sounded as close to an apology that Natasha would get, because Tony Stark never apologized.
"I'm fine." Natasha shrugged.
"So let me introduce you to everyone, that's Tony, you've met him, Bruce is the one reading, Steve is the blonde not making out, Thor is the one making out with Jane, his girlfriend and Pepper is addicted to her phone." Clint pointed to everyone, who either waved or gave a little sound of recognition.
"Unlike you, Clint, I'm actually getting everything of mine organized for the school year." Pepper looked up and glared.
Thor stopped making out long enough to look at Natasha. "Greetings, Lady Natasha."
"Does he always talk like that?" Natasha whispered to Clint.
"He's European." Clint shrugged.
"Natasha, hand me your phone." Pepper extended her hand.
"Why?" Natasha gave her an odd look.
"One more thing, don't question Pepper. She always does something for a reason and she isn't going to do anything bad to it." Clint whispered.
"Okay…" A phone with a black swan sticker (The Lying Game ftw!) was placed into Pepper's palm.
"Tony, Bruce and Jane are in your year. So you'll see some familiar faces." Pepper handed Natasha's phone back after five short minutes. "I just added everyone's phone numbers and other contact information to you phone, just in case."
"Thanks." Natasha smiled. Tired of her lunch, Natasha got up to dump the rest of her unfinished food and waved a good-bye. Slightly distracted by the thought of Clint, Natasha crashed into someone and her food spilled all over the two of them. Clint rushed over to Natasha's side.
"Are you okay?" He asked, helping her up. Natasha turned to the one she crashed into. He was a tall pale guy with slicked back dark hair which had a noodle hanging from it.
"Yeah, slightly dirty, but I'll live." Natasha was covered in sauce, making her look like she was bleeding.
"Loki, what's your problem?" Clint glared at Loki.
"Just your little girlfriend who crashed into me and spilled her food all over me." Loki glared back.
"Clint, it's okay; I'm not hurt or anything, I just need to wash this off."
"Yes, Clint." Loki mimicked Natasha. "Listen to your little girlfriend."
I'm not that little! Why does everyone keep calling me little! Natasha thought angrily in her head. She might have been a tad shorter in size, but Natasha did have "pretty big boobs", as her friend Sophie had said.
Clint glared at Loki one final time before Thor came to hold him back before any punches were thrown.
Jane went over to Natasha, "I have some extra clothes you can borrow."
Natasha came out of the changing stall after her shower in Jane's extra clothes; a low cut black top and skinny jeans that showed off her curves.
"So Natasha, why doesn't a pretty little thing like you have a boyfriend?" Jane asked.
"I did have one, Alexei, but we broke up after I moved here." Natasha explained.
"Well Clint is going to be glad." Jane remarked. Seeing Natasha's incredulous look, she added, "He obviously has a crush on you!"
"I…he…we…we've only known each other for a day." Natasha said lamely. It was obvious that she liked him back.
"So? Lots of great relationships happen in days…or less." Jane smiled.
Feeling slightly awkward by now, Natasha changed the subject. "So who's the guy who crashed into me?"
"Loki? He's Thor's younger adopted brother and also in our year."
"Clint seemed really worked up after Loki crashed into me."
"Well, Clint used to have a girlfriend before you, Kate Bishop. They were really in love, until one day, she left him for Loki. Clint has still been sore about it since and that's why he really hates Loki." Jane explained.
Natasha was about to ask more, but Pepper popped in. "You done? Wow, Natasha, you look great." Jane and Natasha walked outside, to where the guys were waiting. Their reactions were quite funny. Clint's mouth was opening and closing like a fish, Tony was obviously staring at Natasha's breasts until Pepper elbowed him, even Steve was staring a bit, turning red also. Thor was busy kissing Jane again and Bruce was mostly immersed in his book.
"Looks like you've quite a lovely little redhead." Tony nudged Clint.
Clint opened his mouth to say something, probably about the spaghetti incident, but the bell rang. Everyone rushed off to class after saying a quick see you later.
After school, Natasha went to her locker to find standing there.
"Hey Clint, what are you doing here?" Natasha asked.
"Oh, this is my locker." He pointed to the number 7 on the locker.
"Really? This must be a coincidence; mine is number 8." Natasha opened it.
"Awesome, now we can see each other between classes too. The rest of our lockers are just a bit back." Clint pointed behind him, where the rest of the group was indeed opening lockers 1 to 6.
"That's awesome." Natasha nodded.
"We usually meet at Tony's house after school; do you wanna come along?" Clint asked.
"Sure, I'll meet you there, since Pepper has put everyone's addresses and phone numbers in here." She held up her phone.
"Tony has a chauffeur." Clint insisted.
"I still have to drop off a form at the office."
"If you're sure, then see you there. You'll ride in Tony's car eventually, and it is awesome!" Clint smiled as he ran to meet the others at the front, who already started to walk in the direction of the parking lot.
Natasha closed her locker to see Loki leaning on the locker on the other side of her.
"Natasha, was it?" He purred. It sounded very attractive, especially with his soft, European accent.
"Yeah, and you're Loki." Natasha face-palmed on the inside; that made her sound like a stalker! Luckily Loki didn't notice this.
"I wanted to apologize for today's lunch fiasco."
"It's okay, it was partially my fault."
"I heard you are also in the tenth grade, is this true?"
"Yup, starting this year; I guess we'll be in some of the same classes huh?"
"Yes. I hope so. It was nice meeting you. Have a nice day, Natasha." Loki smirked and walked off to the parking lot, his long legs carrying him across the hall and out the door quickly. A moment later, the revving of a motorcycle was heard and drove off.
He's not so bad. Natasha thought after Loki left.
"Hey, what took you so long?" Clint greeted as Natasha stepped into Tony's huge mansion.
"Just something happened in the hallway, nothing to worry about." Natasha didn't want to mention Loki to Clint after the lunch incident.
"Hey, little redhead, welcome to Stark Mansion!" Tony called from the impossibly long sofa. There were soda cans littered all over the floor and two large pizzas were sitting on the coffee table; the steam still evaporating.
"It's pretty awesome." Natasha sat down and grabbed a slice of pizza. Three more empty boxes of pizza sat in the corner.
"Thor and Steve eat a lot." Clint shrugged after seeing what Natasha was gazing at.
Looking back to the very large flat screen TV, Tony seemed to be watching the Olympics.
"Hey, little redhead, if you were in the Olympics, what category would you be for?" Tony turned to Natasha.
"I guess gymnastics. I've been taking lessons for that and ballet since I was 4." Natasha blushed a little.
"Then you need to try out for the cheerleader team. You would make a great addition to the team if you've been taking lessons from a young age." Jane added.
"Not to mention look great in a short little cheer- ow!" Tony was cut off as he was elbowed in the side by Clint.
By the end of the day, Natasha had learned that Steve and Thor were on the football team, Jane was Captain of the cheerleading team, Bruce was a mathlete and Clint was on the archery team. Pepper was simply too busy for teams and Tony always managed to get himself kicked off any team or club that he joined.
Unfortunately, Natasha couldn't stay for dinner at Tony's house as she had promised her mom she would be home for dinner.
"It's dark out. I'll drive you home." Clint led Natasha to his car. She couldn't argue with that, as it was quite dark already and her mom would want her to be safe coming home.
"Thanks." Natasha smiled as Clint arrived at her house. It was gotten at a great price. It was nice, a two bedroom place. Very simple, as Natasha's dad had died when she was 10.
"So…I guess I'll see you tomorrow." Clint scratched the back of his neck. It was quite obvious that he liked Natasha.
"Bye. See you at lunch." Natasha waved goodbye as she stepped inside the house.
Mrs. Romanoff mostly asked Natasha about school and why she was wearing such a low-cut shirt and skinny jeans.
"I had crashed into someone and our food went flying. Jane, one of the girls I met, let me borrow her clothes." Natasha explained.
Natasha's mother still raised her eyebrow in doubt, but said nothing more. Later, when Natasha was getting ready for bed, her phone bleeped, signalling a text. It was Jane.
Hey you asleep?
-Jane
Not yet. And thanks for letting me borrow your clothes. I'll bring them back to you tmr.
-Nat3
KK. See you tmr. GTG.
-Jane
Natasha set her phone into her dock and went to bed, having dreams of Clint, her new friends, and surprisingly, Loki.
Author's Note: So hopefully that didn't seem short! I am so excited to write this! Unless I start to get bored...hopefully it won't happen, but I seem to have the attention span of a two year old on caffeine. Don't worry, I am still going to be working on my Assembling Required story. Hopefully I can balance the two without forgetting!
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