"Come on, switch with him!" Peter begged. We just got our lab partners and Peter was trying to get Gwen to work with him. There was a big long chain of switching involved and I refused. I'd have to switch with Gordon who was Partnered with Flash and give him my partner, Patricia. Her best friend was working with Peter and and her best friend's Boyfriend was working with Gwen.

"No." I folded my arms.

"Please." He whined.

"Fine." I groaned, giving in. "But next bowling night, you owe me chilli cheese fries." I bargained.

"You do this and I'll buy you chilli cheese fries for the next three bowling nights." He replied.

I tuned around and slumped into my new lab desk. As usual Flash was late so I got my last few minutes of the start of class free.

"Ah, nice of you to finally join us Mr Thompson." Our teacher spoke sarcastically as he stood in the doorway.

He grunted in response and made a beeline for the closest seat. "Mr Thompson, you're partnered with Ms Carter." She directed towards the blond teen, who then hollered and swaggered across the classroom to sit next to me.

"Hey." His whispered to me as I concentrated on the board in front of me.

"I saw you getting off that motorcycle today." He told me, not that I was remotely interested.

"Good for you." I replied, annoyed and scribbling down notes. Science wasn't my best subject, biology was the only one I had a hope at and I wasn't going to let him ruin it.

"I thought it was pretty hot." He grinned at me waggling his eyebrows.

I ignored him and went back to taking notes, apparently next class we'd be dissecting a frog. Ahhh the frogs, I had fond memories of those guys.

"Let's just hope we don't have another stunt this year. That's right, looking at you Ms Carter." The teacher looked directly at me and I sunk down in my chair.

"You know," Flash whispered while the teacher wasn't looking. "You're pretty funny. I loved that prank you pulled in the girls locker room with the frogs."

"Thanks." I replied no longer paying attention to the lesson. I began doodling in my book, drawing was something I was quite good at. After many scratches of my pencil on the page a city landscape took place.

Flash looked over at me and then his eyes traveled to my book. "Hey, that's a pretty cool drawing you've got there. You're really good at that kind of stuff."

I turned to look at him this time. The way he said that, he said the things he said so confidently but this time something was up. I looked at him and met his gaze, he actually looked nervous.

"Thanks." I replied, this time, warmly. I smiled at him and then went back to sketching.

The bell rang shortly after and I stalked into the corridor to switch books for next class.

"Hey, you!" A feminine and annoying voice called down the hallway. At first I ignored her and stepped in long strides of the direction to my next class.

"Hey! I'm talking to you Bonnie Carter." The squealing voice called again.

'Uh oh this can't be good.' I stopped beside a science classroom checking my hair in the reflection of the windows, pretending not to care. "What do you want Liz?" I replied as she stood inches away from me.

"Stay away from my boyfriend." She snapped. 'Ahh she's mad about my lab partner being Flash.'

"Hey if this about the lab partners thing, I didn't pick Flash." I replied turning to leave. She gripped her tiny, soft and freshly manicured hand around my wrist and she had a surprisingly strong grip.

"Let to of my arm Liz." I looked at her with a commanding glare, however she was fuming. She ignored me and pulled me towards her with her with her nostrils flaring.

"Calm down buttermilk, I don't want to start anything." I soothed as her grip around my arm tightened.

"Stay the hell away from Flash." She growled.

"Hey, you seem to think I'm lusting after that pig headed bully of a boyfriend you have, so you better listen up Madam Insecure, I'm not interested!" I snapped.

Liz smacked her hand against my cheek and dragged it across my face. "Watch it." She snarled.

"No, you watch it!" I glowered in her direction as I shook myself free from her grip. She swung out a poorly directed fist and I caught it with my hand. I imagine if she'd actually hit me with that she'd have broken her hand. That was not how you made a fist.

I twisted her arm behind her back and slammed her against the wall of the science classroom. "Leave me alone Liz." I roared in her ear. She shoved back against me and I let her go before walking away. We'd attracted a small crowd around us and I just wanted to get away.

I flicked my hair over my shoulder and started my walk to class. From behind me I could hear her snarl like a predator, and in these halls, she was. She charged towards me and before I could get out of the way she had slammed me against the windows of the science classroom. I flipped the situation and had her back against the glass, which was beginning to crack but again, the surprisingly strong Elizabeth socked me in the jaw.

I smacked my fist right into her face and heard the crunch of her nose beneath my hand. Blood gushed down her face and she brought my head down to her knee a couple of times. I jabbed her in the gut and knocked her to the ground.

It was amazing that there was a class of students in the room we were fighting in front of and all they could do was whip out their trusty cellphones and film the event. I stood taller catching my breath and whipped my shirt down. Liz got up and smacked my head into the glass, causing it to crack the full length. I stepped back into the centre of the hallway and rubbed the sore spot on my scalp. She flung a sloppy punch in my direction and I blocked it, catching her fist. She swung me round and I went flying through the window into the classroom next to us.

The glass shattered down as I made contact with it and shards poured all over my body. I was protected by my jacket and somewhat by my jeans but a lot of my skin was butchered. I coughed, the wind had been knocked out of me as I slammed on the workbench other side of the window.

"BONNIE CARTER!" A teacher screeched as I lay flat in a pile of broken glass.

"Morning." I groaned as she glowered at me.

"Principal's office, now. And you too Ms Allan. But go to the Nurse first." The teacher ordered.

"Oh yeah, I got thrown through a window and I'm the one in trouble." I snapped attempting to sit up.

"Gordon, help her up and escort her to the principal's office." The teacher requested after getting up proved difficult.

"Yes Ma'am." Gordon replied peeling me off the bench and helping me to stand on the floor.

"Hey, are you uh, alright?" Gordon stuttered.

"Yeah I'm fine. Although I have this strange feeling Liz doesn't like me." I replied sarcastically.

"Well you're definitely the nicest a jock I've ever met." He replied after laughing at my joke.

"Thanks Gordon." I smiled.

"I mean it. I'm not kidding, I owe you one after all the times you stood up for me against the bullies. Not to mention all the times you've smacked the crap out of Flash." Gordon opened the door to the office for me.

"Thanks Gordon. But no favours are necessary. I do what I do because I hate bullies, not because I want someone else doing my homework for me or giving me their lunch money." I replied tussling his hair. Gordon was a good kid. Sadly he was victim to many of the school's bullies.

"Okay. But I'm around if you need me. Thanks again Bonnie." he left the office after that to get to class and I suddenly became very interested in my shoes when I saw Steve walk inside.

"Mr. Rogers I've very sorry to call you here today but after the big show in front of the school's top chemistry class and the fight between the two girls I'm going to have to give Bonnie a suspension." When the principal spoke I slid down in my chair. I really didn't want to be causing trouble for Steve.

"Alright, that would be reasonable, if the other girl is also suspended." Steve replied. Go Steve go, you rock! Steve is standing up for me.

"Actually this is Ms. Allan's first incident so she get's detentions and community service. Ms. Carter on the other hand, has previous incidents. Actually, rather a lot of previous incidents." he said looking over my file. I sunk further down in my chair. Steve glanced at me with a disappointed expression. I winced, that look hurt. I never want to see him wear that look again as long as I live.

"Alright," he nodded, turning his attention back to the principal. He stood and shook hands with the principal and we left. There was no Harley Davidson waiting outside the school this time. Now there was an unmarked S.H.I.E.L.D Vehicle driven by an agent I'd never met before.

Steve got in the passenger side and I slipped in the back. We went back to S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters where Steve tracked down some agent guy he knew.

"Alright, kid, seriously what got into you today?" Steve looked at me with a look of confusion and disappointment. I hated seeing him look like that.

"I got partnered up with this girl's boyfriend in biology today and then after class she took the time to tell me how much she didn't appreciate it." I sighed.

"And the previous incidents?" He asked also sighing.

"I just hate bullies. I see someone getting picked on, I stand up for them." I sighed rubbing my eyes. Although what I said seemed to bring a smile to his face.

A tall, muscled guy with sandy brown hair that seemed to stand up on it's own sidled up and stood beside Steve. "This is agent Barton." Steve explained.

I nodded shaking hands with the agent, my handshake remaining firm.

"Clint, you want to take her to the hospital or something before you bring her back home?" Steve asked the agent in front of me.

"Why?" He asked looking me over.

"She got into a fight at school and was thrown through a window. She seems fine but I'd like her to get checked out."

Agent Barton nodded and Steve went to leave. "Alright, take care Bonnie, I've got to go to work."

Agent Barton escorted me to an underground car park filled with black, sleek unbranded cars. We took a S.H.I.E.L.D issued car to a private section in the city hospital. I didn't even know S.H.I.E.L.D could do that. The ride was mostly silent, it was weird. Not awkward but weird.

"So, Steve's kid getting into fights at school." Agent Barton smirked but kept his eyes on the road.

"In my defense, that chick was insane." I started and Clint laughed.

"She was all 'stay away from my boyfriend' and I was all 'I'm not interested in that pigheaded asshole' and she was all 'I'm gonna throw you though a window now' and I was like 'ahh'." I mocked.

Clint laughed again before escorting me through the back exit of the hospital to the very top floor. A few doctors checked me over. I got asked to take off my jacket and shirt which I had no problem in doing so but it was a little unnerving when Clint didn't turn away. To be honest I don't thing he even noticed what was going on.

One of the doctors checked out my back which was bruised and a little cut however it was my face and neck that were more of a cause for concern. They had to stitch a few things up but apart from that I was pretty sure I was fine.

"So what's the verdict doc? Am I going to make it?" I joked. He didn't seem to get it. Clint smiled but the doctor put on a very serious face.

"Ms. Carter, you're in a very serious condition."

"Really, cause I feel fine. Except my head hurts like a bitch." I rubbed the back of my neck.

"uh huh." the doctor replied smugly. I glowered at the back of his head. He lifted up my hair and loosely tied it on the top of my head. "There's blood." He commented leaning in closer to examine it.

"So what, stitches or no stitches? Concussion or no concussion?" I snapped.

"No stitches, possible infection. Unless.." He touched something on the back of my head and my whole body jerked.

"What the hell?!" I almost screamed.

"Looks like there's a bit of glass in your head." He replied picking up the discarded set of tweezers.

I bit my lip as he slowly edged it out. Every little tug or pull caused me to bite down harder and eventually my lip split and blood poured down my chin. I gasped as he tugged it out the last bit. He shoved my head down into the table I was sitting on and poured what felt like salt on the cut.

I kept my mouth shut but my body betrayed me, shaking with the pain. "Hey, Barton, help me out here." The doctor called and a moment later strong arms shoved my shoulders further into the table.

He pinned me there while the doctor stitched me shut poured some disinfectant on it and strapped on some adhesive bandages.

"Alright, we're done here." The doctor stated walking away.

"This guy would fit in perfectly with the stiffs down in S.H.I.E.L.D." I commented as Barton helped me off the table. I shook out my (now even more) tattered leather jacket and shards of glass fell out. I slipped it on and felt super dozy on the car ride back home.

I felt my head fall forward a few times as my eyelids felt heavy. Every time I opened my eyes we traveled miles, even though I swear I only closed my eyes for a second.

"Hey!" Barton called slamming on the breaks and almost crashing the car. "Don't fall asleep!"

He turned sharply and zipped into one of Tony's underground car parks and un strapped me from the car. Before I knew it I was being carried up flights of stairs and sat down in an express elevator.

"Javaris medical floor, and step on it. Get Stark!" Barton commanded before snapping his fingers in my face. "Kid, kid no sleeping."

The lift stopped and Barton shoved one of my arms around his shoulders.

"Tony! Tony!" I heard Hawkeye yelling from the elevator. Why did he drag me down here?

He practically dragged Bonnie across the pristine white tiles and held her in front of me.

"I think she has a concussion." He started, almost out of breath.

"Uh huh." I acknowledged my attention turning towards Bonnie. "What's the matter princess?" I asked trying to look her in the eye.

"I feel dizzy." She replied like a child before crashing down towards the floor Hawkeye just missing her as he tried to grab her falling form. I picked her up and placed her on one of the cots the medical wing had.

"Alright princess, sit tight a moment. Tell me what day is it today?" I tested.

"Um..." She thought for a moment, "October?"

"Uh huh, and when were you born?" I asked again, wondering what the hell happened to the kid.

"Um Thursday. I don't know, why are you asking me these dumb questions." She snapped.

"Confusion, difficulty remembering things, balance troubles, tiredness, explainable irritability. Not to mention the dizzy light headedness, and the hey, not on the floors."

My attention was drawn to Bonnie who looked like she was going to puke. I shoved a bag in front of her and winced as she puked almost instantly. "And vomiting. Definitely signs of a concussion. Barton what was going on?"

"She got into a fight at school. She was in the principal's office with Steve and then he told me to take her to the hospital. When we were done I brought her back here."

"Right well not much we can do about it now besides get a better doctor. I'll have one of my staff look after her. You can go now." I dismissed him walking away and speaking to Javaris and several medical staff. He looked like he was going to argue however he just left after saying a short goodbye to Bonnie.

"Hey, what's going on?" I stuttered confused. It was dark and it took a while for my vision to clear. I came face to face with Steve as Tony shook me awake.

"I'm up I'm up! What did I do?" I spun my head round from side to side, a little too quickly and gave myself a head rush.

"Calm down Bonnie." Steve soothed.

"You had a concussion." Stark offered.

My brows knitted together for a moment, taking in what he said and then I nodded, accepting what he said. "Didn't it used to be day?"

Tony chuckled. "I see you're as perceptive as ever Sherlock."

"I understood that reference." Steve replied almost proudly.

"Am I okay now?" I asked reaching to the back of my neck and wincing

"Yeah for now." Tony nodded.

"Let's get you back to our apartment so you can rest." Steve smiled and they two men lead me to an elevator. There was an enormous beam of bright light and I almost swore.

"Jesus!" I squinted and stole the sunglasses in Tony's pocket, slipping them on. Steve took me to my room while Tony stayed in the elevator.

Steve let out a low whistle in admiration as he looked around my room. "So you like to draw, huh?"

I nodded. I kicked off my shoes and slid under the covers propping myself up against the headboard.

"I do too." He smiled looking a little closer at the brightly coloured artwork and grey sketches on the walls. "You uh, you have a real talent for this."

"Thank you." I whispered, feeling tired again. "Steve I'm sorry about today..."

"Hey kid," Steve started. "What you did back there, in the fight. I think you did the right thing. You defended yourself, so what if you broke a window?"

I smiled and nodded closing my eyes and sliding down in my bed. Steve pulled the blankets further up around me and tucked in the sheets. Briefly I felt his lips against my forehead and I heard him wish me a hushed goodnight. There was something about living with Steve. Something that made me feel like everything was going to be okay.