A/N: So this is a new story i'm trying out. It's a high school au. hope you like! R&R!
Disclaimer: DOn't own anything!
"Let, let me help you." She felt his breath on her neck and a rough hand wrap around her waist. She shuddered as he pulled her body closer to his.
"I'm fine." She said quietly, flipping a page in the textbook.
He pushed some of the loose hair from her bun away from her neck and pressed his lips to the pale, smooth skin, causing her to tense.
She pulled away from the man, ducking under his arms and escaping his grasp, glaring at him like he had shot her. "I am fine." She growled, picking up her books in her other arm.
"Damn it, get back here." He growled as he grabbed the collar of her shirt, pulling her back to him.
"I have to get ready for school." She whispered, looking down at the ground.
"It's five o'clock at night. You have no school to be at." He said, clutching onto the collar, pulling her off the ground slightly.
"Yes, I do." She struggled against him, the books dropping to the ground. "I have to go to Pepper's for a project."
"You better not be lying to me." He growled.
"I, I'm not." She shook her head.
"I don't want you to go anywhere." He said, letting go of her collar. "Go to your room and get ready for dinner.
"Bu-"
"NOW!" HE shouted.
She nodded, picking the books back up and running out the front door, her body trembling.
She ran to her room, which was actually the garage that wasn't attached to the house and shut the door behind her.
She walked up the stairs to the loft bedroom she had in the garage, above all the crap that her dad stored in there.
She went into her bathroom, running a hand under the water faucet, wiping at her neck, trying to wipe it away. She let out a shaky breath, looking up at the reflection in the cracked mirror.
He had to have been drinking. She was hoping he had been drinking. But now she couldn't tell when and if he wasn't drunk.
She ran a shaky hand through her red curls, her eyes making contact with the window visible through the open bathroom door.
She heard a small honk from outside and she smiled, grabbing a jacket and pulling it on, zipping it over her tank-top and grabbed her backpack. She crawled out the window and onto the small roof.
She moved down the small ladder that was covered in ivory, missing the last step and falling to the ground, her ankle popping. "Shit." She groaned, popping back up from the ground, moving from the back of the garage and running past the front door, rushing past the main house's front porch.
She ran past the mailbox, ducking into the woods, running through it as fast as she could.
She slowed down when she saw the familiar beat-up car and she slid in, letting out a breath. "Hey." She whispered, throwing her backpack into the backseat, her small feet landing on the dashboard.
"You okay Tasha?" He asked quietly as he pulled the car down the long winding road.
She let out a breath, running her hand through her hair. She closed her green eyes, her body trembling.
He reached back into the backseat and pulled a blanket out, placing it over her small, pale body. "Tasha?" He whispered, looking over at her.
"I, I, I'm fine." She said quietly, her hand clutching onto the curls tightly, a strangled moan coming out of her voice. "Where are we going?"
"Well, we got my house with my dad." He said quietly, turning down the road. "And we got Stark's. And we got, I don't know. Coulson, maybe?"
"How bad is your dad right now?" She asked quietly.
"Well, he was on the brink of passing out when I left." He shrugged. "He's probably out by now. I don't know anymore Tasha."
She looked over at him, tears threatening to fall. "I don't care Clint. I just don't want to be here anymore."
He offered her his hand and she took it softly, lacing her fingers through his. "It'll be okay Tasha." He whispered, squeezing her hand gently, his thumb running over a bruise.
She laid her head back, her green eyes closing as he turned onto a main road, finally escaping her nightmare.
"Is that mine?" He asked quietly, looking at the jacket she had on.
"Probably." She muttered, snuggling under the blanket more and still holding onto his hand.
He nodded, letting out a small chuckle and smiling. "Alright." He whispered. "So, Coulson, Stark or mine?"
"I don't care." She muttered, her head lying against the window.
He nodded. "You hungry?"
She shook her head. "I am just fine Clint."
"Tasha, you haven't been eating lunch at school. And that means you haven't been eating for the past 4 days, at least. I'm right, aren't I?" He asked, turning off the road.
She nodded. "I just, I don't want to eat in front of people." She said quietly.
He shook his head, turning the car into a parking lot. "Is this because of someone saying something?"
"No." She whispered. "Just, ever since Pepper went all nutrition freak on us, I just feel like every time I eat in front of her, she's judging me."
Clint shook his head, a smirk on his face. "She isn't judging you. She's trying to figure out how the hell someone so tiny can eat more than the guys and not gain anything."
She rolled her eyes, leaning back in the seat as he went through a drive through, not paying attention to what he was saying.
She looked up at him as something landed in his lap and she gasped. "What the hell Clint?"
"Eat." He said, tugging open the box and unwrapping a taco, taking a bite out of it. "You love Taco Bell, so eat."
She grinned, unwrapping the taco and nibbling on it, letting out a groan. "Oh my dear lord Barton." She moaned, her eyes starting to roll back into her head.
"How much do you like it?" He asked.
"Oh dear god." She moaned, taking another bite out of it.
"Better than sex?"
She nodded, taking another bite. "Um, pretty sure it even beats that."
"That is sad." He said. "I mean, obviously that means whoever you did it with was pretty bad."
"Or this taco is just that good." She said, undoing another taco wrapper and taking a huge bite out of it.
"So, we're gonna go to my house, get some stuff to keep you looking perfect."
She scoffed at that.
"Well, get you some clothes from there so you're not wearing the same exact thing."
"Better." She nodded, starting on the third taco.
"And then we'll hit Coulson's." He said. "Deal?"
She nodded, chewing on the taco softly.
Clint chuckled, and grabbed her hand again, squeezing it tightly.
Clint pressed a kiss to her head. "I'll be right back, stay here."
She moaned lightly, snuggling back into the car seat even more.
"I'm serious Tasha." He said quietly.
"Shut up." She whined. "I'm trying to sleep you dumbass." She muttered, wrapping the blanket around her tighter.
He grinned and closed the door to the car, heading up the walkway. He looked back at the car, checking on Natasha.
He knocked on the door, playing with the ends of his jacket.
The door opened and he smiled slightly as the older man came into view. "Barton?"
"Hey." Clint said quietly.
"What's wrong?" Phil asked, searching Clint for injuries.
"Could we stay here tonight?" Clint asked.
"What do you mean 'we'?" Phil asked, eyebrow raised.
Clint turned his body, pointing out to the car, not surprised by the face that Natasha was out of it. She was standing by the car door, looking around innocently, the blanket draped over her small shoulders.
"Was it yours or hers?" He asked.
"Hers." Clint said quietly.
Phil nodded and stepped onto the stone step. "Ms. Romanoff."
Natasha snapped her head up and looked over at them, a single eyebrow arched perfectly.
"Come on." He said. "Come in. Both of you."
"Thank you Coulson." Clint said quietly as Natasha headed up the walkway, bag in her hand.
She smiled as Coulson let her in, Clint following, as Coulson shut the door behind him.
"Clint, you know where everything is." Coulson said. "If you need me, you'll know where I'm gonna be. Guest bedroom upstairs."
"Thank you sir." Clint said quietly, taking Natasha's hand and leading her up the stairs.
"You two are going to school tomorrow no matter what." Coulson called as they disappeared from sight and into the guest room.
"Shower?" He asked.
She nodded. "Please." She whispered, the blanket finally falling off of her shoulders.
He pulled her to the attached bathroom and turned the shower on. "You need help?" He asked quietly.
She shrugged, pulling the jacket off and starting with the shirt. "No, I'm good."
"No you're not." He shook his head. "Come on." He pulled his shoes off, along with his pants and then pulled at his shirt. "What's taking you so long?"
"I'm sorry that I have boobs that don't like to cooperate." She said, her back turned to him as she pulled off her bra.
He chuckled, taking her hand and pulling her into the shower with him.
She stood there awkwardly, her arms crossed over her chest.
He turned her around in his arm, grabbing the washrag and scrubbing at her body, his hands roving over the bruises and bumps. His chest was pressed against her back and his eyebrow rose as the bumps in her spine rubbed against his chest. "Tasha."
She didn't say anything. She didn't even move.
One of his hands roved over her stomach and she whimpered as it brushed her rib. "Tasha." He turned her in his arms and his grey eyes searched her face.
She hid her face in his chest and her small fingers clutched onto her shoulders. She let out a small sob as he wrapped his arms around her. "I'm so scared Clint." She whispered, the tears blending in with the water falling onto them.
"Hey, it's okay to be scared." He said quietly. "Even the fearless have fears."
She shook her head, her green eyes clenching closed.
"It is true. I get scared, everyone does Natasha, it's a part of life." He said quietly. "We're gonna be okay."
He laid her down on the bed before crawling in next to her. "Do you want me to be here or behind you?" He asked quietly, pushing a curl of her still soaked red hair back behind her ear.
She smiled and looked up at him. "Here. I want to be able to look at you." She said softly.
Clint nodded and wrapped an arm around her protectively, rubbing her back softly. He kissed her head, his grey eyes fixated on her pale face
She looked up at him and placed a small hand on his cheek, rubbing her thumb over it softly. She closed her eyes, finally feeling at peace.
Clint hummed quietly, nuzzling his head against hers. He pressed a kiss to her nose, rubbing her back.
Natasha let out a yawn, curling into his body.
Clint pressed a gentle kiss to her head, rubbing her back softly. "Hey Tasha." He muttered quietly.
Natasha blinked open her big green eyes and her small nose scrunched up. "What's up?" She asked quietly.
"Do you need anything sweetheart?" He asked.
She nodded, glad he had thought of that. "I need you to hold me and make me feel safe." She said, looking up with big green eyes.
"I will always keep you safe." He whispered. "I promise." He kissed her hand softly, looking into her big green owl eyes with his stormy grey ones.
She smiled, rubbing her fingers over his cheek.
"Go back to sleep." He muttered.
Natasha smiled and slowly drifted off in his arms, his touch, his scent, in him.
Clint played with her fingers softly, watching her as she drifted off. He continued to hum as he watched her, the smile never leaving his face.