AN: I don't own the Avengers
Chapter 3
Natasha Romanoff
Principal Fury has taken up most of the morning session. And as he always says in his first day speeches he's happy to welcome us to a new school year. He said that a lot of changes have been made over the summer but we're not expecting them to take effect just yet, they are going to be implemented at the second half of the school year. The changes were more on the policies that will ensure our safety and academic performance. He also said that we, the senior batch, should expect a lot of extra-curricular activities in relation to the 50th founding anniversary of Marvel High. He said a lot more but I didn't pay any attention at the latter part of his speech.
I was sitting beside Steve for the duration of the assembly. We were catching up with each other before Fury entered the room. Pepper was busy with Tony. Seriously the two would make such a cute couple, no matter how much differences they have than similarities.
Steve was talking about his summer holiday but I wasn't listening. I am lost in his blue eyes and drowned in his laughter, which is infectious by the way. He's so animated. I still remember when we first officially met. We were classmates in one subject last year, I was late that day because I over slept the night before. As I approached the room I saw, from the outside window, that everyone was sitting intently and listening to the teacher. I tried to enter stealthily but Ms. Hill, the math teacher who is known to have very keen eyes, has spotted me and called my attention. "And what do you think you're doing, Ms. Romanoff?" she said loudly. It caught the attention of the students and they turned to stare at me. I bowed my head and remained silent. "I don't tolerate tardiness Ms. Romanoff" she said and she began to look at the class. "It looks like you don't have anywhere to sit" she continued while she scanned the room for a free chair. "There, there beside Mr. Rogers. You can take that seat." I went towards the empty armchair. "Ms. Romanoff, remember to be on time. I may not be kind the next time I catch you." she said sternly. "Y-yes ma'am. I am sorry" I replied still looking embarrassed. Steve looked at me but didn't say anything.
We were both shy at first, but as the days progressed we got easy on each other. We easily warmed up with one another, which is very unusual for me because I am not that sociable. From then on we became close friends without realizing me that I am developing a crush on him. Well he doesn't know about it until now and I am not planning on telling him anytime soon.
Aside from his good old fashion look, I find his sense of humour a big asset. He's the only guy in my recent memory that made me laugh very hard to the extent that I can't breathe. There was a point that I imagine that Steve is my secret admirer, but I didn't indulge in that thought because I am just giving myself false hope, and I might be disappointed in the end.
Fury stepped down on stage and everyone clapped, not because of respect but because it's over. Finally. Everyone stood from their seats and headed outside, getting ready for their respective classes. Tony and Pepper went to their Calculus class fussing about Fury's speech while Steve and I went to the lockers to collect our things. "What's your first subject?" I asked him while I reach for my science book. Steve leaned on the lockers exactly where Clint stood a while ago. "Economics with Mr Figgins. You?" he asked as he snatched the schedule that was taped in my locker. "I think we have a same class this afternoon" he said while handing me my class schedule. "We do?" I replied, hoping that he won't notice the slight tremble in my voice. "Yeah!" he said as he started walking to his first subject. "See you later at Ms. Macy's class" he shouted. I smiled and walked to my class.
Clint Barton
I really don't like science. Bruce likes it, even Tony, and Pepper, and Natasha, and everyone. Fuck that. I don't like proving everything scientifically; that's really just a waste of time. Everything happen as it is, I just want to leave it that way. If it's not for college, I won't get this shit. I entered the classroom and looked for a place to sit. I picked the farthest place so no one would bother me. God! I wish Bruce was here. He's the only reason why I passed my other science subjects. I bowed my head on the desk and imagined how many more hours before lunch. This is going to be such a long day. The room is filling up. I saw some familiar faces and others I don't know, heck even my ex-girlfriend is here. I saw Scarlett Dobson entered the room. She still has a body of a goddess. Her blonde hair swayed as she crossed the room. She looked at me. I winked at her and smirked. She glared back and raised her left eyebrow before she took her seat. I can't remember why we broke up; I think something about our conflicting interests. Oh well, what a shame. She's now dating someone named Jeremy Arkin and I heard they're happy together.
I put my book on my table, opened it in some random page and pretended to read. I looked at my watch to check the time, Well it seems like the teacher is late I thought. Then someone stunning entered the room. She flipped her short red hair as she scanned the room for available seats. I propped myself in my place and snatched my bag from the adjacent chair hoping that she'll take that seat. I returned to the book I am reading, pretending not to see her. "Hey. I didn't know you're here" she greeted. "Is this seat taken?" I looked at her acting like I didn't expect her. "No" I said, playing it cool. "You can take that seat if you like." I returned to my book. I should've taken drama class to be more convincing. "Something wrong?" I heard her ask. "W-what?" Don't smile Clint or you'll blow your cover. Play it cool. "Nothing's wrong. I'm just…" I looked at my book "familiarizing myself on the subject." I smiled but I feel my hands sweating. She eyed the book on the table and gave me a slight nod. She brought out her notebook and pen just as Mr. Coulson entered the room.
I have Coulson and Natasha in one subject? This couldn't get any better. Maybe science is not bad after all.
Natasha Romanoff
I sat beside Clint in our science class and he's reading, yes r-e-a-d-i-n-g, the required textbook. That was unusual. I noticed his hands trembling a little so I asked him "Something wrong?" He tensed "W-what? Nothing's wrong. I'm just familiarizing myself on the subject." I looked at his book and noticed that his hands were sweating. He's weird. I nodded slightly before pulling out my things. Then something caught my eye. A young blonde girl sitting meters away from us. Oh now I get it.
Mr. Phil Coulson, our teacher, is one of the greatest teachers in Marvel High according to the people who had been in his class. I heard positive remarks from his former students saying that he's their favorite teacher around. But I heard rumours that he's eyeing one of the students, that he favours this guy because he likes him, a lot. Not that I believe the rumours about him but I find it quite intriguing.
I took notes while he speaks. He just told us few reminders on what to expect in the subject. He discussed the classroom and the laboratory policies. "And for the laboratory experiments, I will be assigning your partners. You will know who will be your partners when we have our first experiment, which will be 3 weeks from now." Mr. Coulson said. I am beginning to like Mr. Coulson. He's different from any teachers I had in my previous classes. He's calm, and very accommodating. He tolerates even nonsensical questions and answers them accordingly. He tries to make the class lively and even crack jokes even if some are not funny. I don't care if the rumours about him are true. I like him.
I heard the bell rang signalling that the class is over. Mr. Coulson clasped his hand and bid us goodbye. The students stood up and went to exit the door. I put back all my things in my bag and prepared to leave when I saw Clint wasn't moving from his seat. "Clint, aren't you going to leave?" I asked him while putting the bag on my shoulder. "Huh, what? Hmm. Yeah go ahead, I just need to talk to Mr. Coulson." He gave me a reassuring grin. I can't help but to smile whenever he smiles at me, I don't know why. "Okay. Bye." I said and walked out of the room.
Clint Barton
When Natasha left the room I fetched my things and scrambled up to Mr. Coulson's desk. "Sir, I need you to do me a favour. Please!" Mr. Coulson was startled but he asked me calmly. "What is it that you want, my boy?" "Remember what you said years ago that you'd let me pick my lab partner because my previous one, the one you assigned, has been out for the whole year and really pulled my grades down. That's when I almost failed your subject." Mr. Coulson tensed a little and adjusted his chair. He cleared his throat "I don't remember promising you that. I don't do special favours Clint." I can feel his uneasiness. I leaned on his desk and begged "But sir, I really need this. This maybe is my only chance to be close to her." "I though you're over with Scarlett." "No. Not her, it's Natasha. I want to be her lab partner." "The red haired girl who just walked out of this room, is she the one you're talking about?" "Yes, that's the one." I leaned closer and accidentally touched his hands. I felt his hand stiffened before he hastily tugged it. "Sir?" I pled. "Let me see what I can do" he sighed "but I'm not promising anything." "Yes sir. Thank you. You're the best!" I said enthusiastically before I hurried to the door