Natasha Romanoff and Clark Kent never believed they could find love. She had done too many things, taken too many lives. He had brought pain and suffering to those he cared for. All of that would change when their eyes met, and they were the only two in the room.

Natasha Romanoff sighed as she prepared for her first class, still unsure if she was doing the right thing. Teaching wasn't her strong suit, not unless the lesson involved sneaking past an enemy or eliminating a target. Teaching Russian to high school students was not something she would have ever imagined herself doing, and especially not in a small town in the middle of nowhere Kansas. The place was called Smallville for goodness sake! However, despite the name and admittedly strange events that took place there, it was also what Natasha needed most. Somewhere where she wouldn't be recognized by most people, someplace that was far away from the shadow cast by the Black Widow.

She remembered she had told Steve that she needed to find a new cover, but if she was honest with herself she didn't want a new cover. She wanted to find out who she was, if she had a chance to be someone besides the Black Widow. Oh she knew that she could have disappeared anywhere in the world, and she had been tempted to go much further than Smallville, Kansas. However, she had decided to come to Smallville, wanting to see a piece of the planet she had been fighting for, and just maybe, find some peace for herself.

The sound of the bell broke her out of her thoughts, and Natasha sighed before allowing her face to slip into an expressionless mask. Let the madness commence.

"Hey Clark, I hear the new teacher's a total babe." Pete said, and Clark chuckled while beside him, Chloe just rolled her eyes at Pete's words. However, Clark stopped laughing as soon as he walked into the classroom. Standing there in a black skirt and white blouse was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. With red hair that came down to her shoulders and piercing green eyes, their new teacher was most definitely a babe. For a moment she met his gaze, the young man having the strangest feeling, as though they were the only two in the room. But then that moment ended as she broke eye contact, and Clark moved to his desk, unsure what he was feeling.

"Good afternoon, and welcome to Russian 101. My name is Miss Romanoff, and I will be your instructor for the coming year."

Natasha was pleased that the vast majority of the students had almost no reaction to her name. Two of the students started when they heard her name, their reaction so small that most would not have noticed it, but years of training with the KGB and later with S.H.I.E.L.D. had made Natasha an expert at seeing things most overlooked.

Chloe Sullivan was no surprise. The editor for the school paper called the Torch, the young blonde seemed to constantly seek out trouble, and so too did her friend. Clark Kent. She had known about him for a couple of years thanks to her work on potential recruits for the Avengers Initiative. He had been one of the most promising, and the logical thing would have been to recruit him, or at least tell Fury. But something held her back. Something had stopped her from doing what was logical. Instead, she had destroyed any and all information regarding Clark Kent, believing that that would be the end of it.

Then again, she never expected S.H.I.E.L.D. to be compromised, never expected to end up in Smallville. And she most certainly didn't expect to lay eyes on Clark Kent. But the moment she did, it was as if they were the only two in the room. Then she broke eye contact, resisting the urge to shake her head. She didn't know what she was feeling, but she knew she didn't like it.

"Do you have a moment?"

His voice broke into her thoughts, and she resisted the overwhelming urge to look into his eyes. She wasn't sure how, but she knew if she did, if she looked into his eyes, then he would see everything. Her every sin would be laid bare, and he would despise her. And for some reason that unsettled her. She hadn't said two words to him, but for some reason the thought of his disgust filled her with a gut-wrenching terror that was even worse than the fear she felt during the Red Room program so many years ago.

"Only a moment." She replied, still keeping her eyes on her desk.

"I just wanted to thank you."

His words were so unexpected that she found herself looking up, green eyes meeting blue. And what she saw in his eyes surprised her even more. There was no disgust, no condemnation, no anger, no fear. Not even the lust that she saw in the eyes of every other male in her class. Instead, she just saw gratitude. Gratitude, respect, and dare she think...acceptance?

She didn't speak, just nodded in a silent acknowledgment. Clark smiled before turning and walking out the door, leaving a confused yet strangely hopeful Natasha Romanoff behind.

"Hey Kent, what's your deal?"

Clark sighed as he heard Whitney's voice behind him. He knew what the other boy wanted, but was in no mood to deal with him. Whitney would want payback for Clark talking to Lana, something that part of Clark could understand. But the larger part of him also acknowledged that he hadn't thought of Lana Lang the entire day, and even when he thought of her now he felt nothing. Oh, he could still see her as a friend, but any romantic feelings he may have had for her were gone. In fact, they had disappeared the minute he had laid eyes on Natasha Romanoff.

"Kent, I'm talking to you!" Whitney yelled, grabbing his shoulder and making him face him.

"What's going on with you and Lana?"

"Nothing. We're friends that's it." He replied, resisting the urge to forcibly remove the other boy's hand from his shoulder.

"But that's not enough for you is it? You wanted her for yourself." Whitney pressed, and Clark shook his head even as he saw that he was in trouble. Lana's meteor rock necklace was around Whitney's neck, and unfortunately for Clark, the quarterback had realized what Clark was looking at.

"You like her necklace? Good, then you can have it. It's as close as you're ever going to get to her."

Clark groaned in pain as the necklace was forced on his neck, barely feeling two of Whitney's friends pick him up. The last thing he heard before he blacked out was Whitney telling him he was this year's scarecrow.

When Clark opened his eyes several hours later, he noticed two things almost immediately. The first was pain. The meteor rock necklace around his neck was slowly killing him, and given that he was tied o a post he was unable to remove it. Then there was the fact that he had been stripped down to his boxers. Aside from being embarrassing, it also meant that the cold spread through his body all the faster. Swallowing his pride, he did the only thing he could. He called for help. Or rather, he groaned as that was all he was capable of at the moment.

"Help me."

Natasha stopped her car as she heard the voice, racing through the cornfield. She couldn't explain it, but for the last several hours she had felt that something was wrong. More specifically, that Clark was in danger. Unfortunately, her instincts proved right as she found him tied to a post, a meteor rock necklace around his neck. Ignoring the fact that he was clad in just his boxers she quickly undid the knots and helped him down, throwing the necklace away.

"Are you okay?" She asked, and he nodded, feeling strength begin to return to his limbs.

"Now that I'm free of that rock, I'm fine." He replied as he threw on his clothes.

"Who did this to you?" She asked, but he shook his head.

"It dosen't matter. It was just a prank."

"Bull."

"Excuse me?" He asked, clearly surprised by her anger. For her part, so was she. But the thought of someone tying Clark to a post, and leaving him to die sparked a fury within her that she had never felt before. Even when Clint had been nearly killed by Loki she hadn't felt the kind of rage she did now. The desire to find whoever had thought they could harm Clark, and use every skill she possessed to make them die in the worst way possible.

"This isn't a prank Clark. This was torture." She told him once she believed she had gained enough control to speak.

"Maybe, but what's done is done. Besides, something tells me if you go after them you'll kill them, and I would rather you not go to jail, which is what will happen the minute they run your name through a database." He told her seriously, and she sighed, but nodded in acquiesce to his request.

"Fine. But at least let me give you a ride." She told him, and he nodded seeing that she wasn't going to budge on this.

"So I guess that's two I owe you." He said once they were in the car.

"I owe you one too. You could have told everyone who I was. Your friend Chloe still could." She said, but Clark shook his head.

"Chloe won't. I already told her to keep it to herself."

"Why?" She asked, genuinely confused.

"Everyone has a past. But that's all it is. Your past is no one's business but yours." He replied, and she smiled.

"Thank you. Now where should I take you?"

"Don't you have to chaperone the dance?" He asked, and she shook her head.

"I talked my way out of it, said I still had some unpacking to do."

"Do you?" He asked, and she shrugged.

"It'll keep till the weekend." She replied, but Clark shook his head.

"Let me help you. I'll be done in a couple minutes. Plus, it would be nice to not have to hide my abilities for once in my life." He told her, and she grinned.

"Alright, but under one condition. Unless we're in class, call me Natasha."

"I can't-"

"Clark, I know about your powers, and you know I'm a former assassin. I think that we can ignore formalities."

"Alright Natasha." He replied with a smile.

"Nice place." He remarked as he followed her into the two bedroom apartment just outside of town. It was close enough for her to get to the school every day, but far enough away that she didn't have to see any of the students she taught if she didn't want to.

"It's certainly better than some of the places I've been." She told him, grinning as she saw the boxes that had previously been inside the door disappear, Clark returning with one in his hand.

"I figured you'd want to put your weapons up yourself. Everything else is taken care of." He said, and she grinned before taking the box.

"Thank you Clark." She told him, and he nodded, understanding that she was thanking him for everything. Not just for the help unpacking, but for keeping her secret and for not prying into her past. He had more of a reason than most to want to know her secrets, but he didn't go looking even though he could.

"I'm glad I was able to help Natasha, but I should get going. I'll see you tomorrow." He said before turning towards the door.

"Dance with me?"

Her voice stopped him in his tracks, the young man turning just as the radio across the room began playing classical music. Thoughts of how if anyone found out he was doing this, about how he barely knew Natasha Romanoff, all those thoughts disappeared as his eyes met hers. Just like this morning it was like the entire world disappeared, and it was just the two of them. Before he was conscious of doing so he had crossed the room and taken her in his arms, neither of them saying a word as they danced to the music.

"You're a good dancer." Natasha said after a few minutes.

"My mother made me learn. Speaking of, I'd better get going before they start sending out the search parties." He said, his voice filled with regret. Natasha nodded, and he stepped back, seeing the regret he felt mirrored in her eyes.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He told her, and she smiled before watching him disappear as though he had never been there in the first place.

Clark grinned as he walked through the door of his house, the grin quickly fading as he saw his parents standing there. His dad was scowling, and if his mother's glare was a laser it would cut through solid steel.

"Where have you been Clark? And don't say you were at the dance because we just got off the phone with Pete. He was worried when you didn't show, seemed to think you were in trouble."

"I was dad. Whitney saw me talking to Lana the other night, and he and his friends picked me to be this year's scarecrow. He was wearing Lana's necklace, so I couldn't stop him."

"And how did you get out?"

"Someone helped me out! What's the big deal dad?" Clark asked, feeling his anger rise at his father's questioning. However, even through his anger he knew he would never tell his parents about Natasha. His dad would flip, and his mom would be terrified that the government was going to come take him away. Her secret would be out before sunrise, and Clark couldn't allow that.

"The big deal son is that you are in danger. The big deal is that you have an assassin teaching you Russian!" His father said, throwing a large file on the table. The cover was blank except for two words.

Natalia Romonova.

A/N: I have gotten several request for a new Clark/Natasha story so here it is! I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter, and the next chapter will be up soon!