textsfromtitanfood:
consider the following aus
▪ "we wore matching halloween costumes to this party" au
▪ "we're the only ones who didn't get the email about class being canceled" au
▪ "tried to get the candy bar that didn't drop out of the vending machine and now my hand is stuck can u help…
Natasha Romanoff walked over to where her class was. Room 224. As she got there she realized none of her classmates were waiting outside. Strange. She saw a piece of paper scotch-taped to the door. She leaned in to read it.
Trigonometry 120 is cancelled for the day. See email for more information.
Email? What email? Suddenly there were footsteps behind her.
"Hey." Barton. Idiot classmate who always tried to cheat off of her.
"Didn't check your email?" She smirked as she said it. He pulled out his phone, and scrolled through his emails. Selected one, and read it.
"Oh. I guess you didn't either?" He's looking at her.
She sure as hell doesn't want to seem like an idiot in front of this idiot, but what can she say? So she gives him the finger. He laughs, and walks away. Natasha is left with a strange feeling in her stomach.
Author's note: This is just going to be a random book of teeny Clintasha aus. It'll be updated sporadically, and the prompt will always be at the top, in bold with the source.