IV.
Meet Natasha and the Bird-boy
"Natasha, please accompany Mr. Barton to the nurses office. It seems you're the one to blame for his bloody nose."
Mrs. Gray, the gym teacher, gave an exhausted sigh before waving the two students away. Clinton Barton, groaning on the floor, clutched his nose in pain. Natasha romanoff simply stood and watched, grimacing before offering him a hand and helping him up off the floor.
The other students in the class made puking noises at the red liquid that ran from Clint's nose.
Red stained the front of Clint's gym uniform, and his shorts had speckles of the blood on them as well. Offering a nervous smile, Natasha shrugged.
"Sorry, Clint. Shit happens, right?"
"You nailed me. In the face."
"I didn't know the dodgeballs were that hard!"
Clint rolled his eyes. "Don't make me wipe my nose on you."
"That's disgusting."
"You're to blame, Red."
Steering the boy in the right direction, Natasha shook her head at his antics. He winced every time he took a step.
"I think you broke my nose."
"It was a rubber ball full of air, Barton."
"It still hurt."
The hallway to the nurse was longer than she thought, and with each moment, she was wishing she could punch the teen in the face even more. "Stop whining. It's nothing."
"Nothing?! I don't know what you guys do in Russia, but this is fuckin' not cool, Nat!"
"We don't play dodgeball in Russia."
"Oh, yeah, right. You play dodge-the-fucking-tank-and-vodka. Sorry. I forgot."
An audible slap echoed through the hallway.
"Shut up."
Next, meet the Odinson Brothers.