Hello everyone! Yes, I have started writing an Avengers high school AU, something I thought I'd never do… I know that I promised you guys the story you voted for, Shattered, but then I realized how incredibly similar it was to another story that I'm currently reading on this site, and I don't want anyone to think I'm copying her AMAZING work. So, while I'm tweaking the story line, I decided to write this. Pretty much, this is Clint/Natasha-centric story that includes all the Avengers and their love interests, as well as a few other familiar characters. Not sure how many people out there like high school fics, but I guess I'm about to find out. Please review and let me know if you like it. If I get at least 5 reviews I'll post the first chapter.
Clint sat alone at his lunch table trying to study for his World History final when someone suddenly came up behind him and placed their hands over his eyes.
"Guess who?" She whispered in his ear.
"Hmmm…" He said with a smirk. "Lindsay Lohan?"
"Asshole." Natasha muttered, removing her hands from his eyes so that she could punch him in the shoulder before sitting down.
"Well, you do have red hair." He pointed out, dodging another punch.
"Keep on talking, Barton. See what happens." She threatened.
"I'm just messing with you." Clint laughed. "What's got you in such a bad mood?"
"I just got a text from my mom." Natasha muttered angrily. "She got a promotion."
"That's great, isn't it?" He asked in confusion.
"Yeah, it's awesome. She worked really hard for this job."
"So what's the problem?"
"It's in Russia." She grumbled.
"Russia!?" Clint exclaimed. "So this means you're moving?"
"Yup." Natasha sighed. "All the way to Mother fucking Russia. It sucks."
"You think? Nat, you've been my only friend since kindergarten. Who the hell am I supposed to hang out with if you're gone?" He wondered.
"Well, I guess you're gonna have to make new friends." She said bluntly.
"Right." He grumbled with a hint of anger.
"Hey, don't get pissed at me. It's not my fault." Natasha said, crossing her arms.
"I'm not pissed." Clint sighed. "When are you leaving?"
"Not till school lets out. So, a couple of weeks." She explained.
"You're not going to get to at least spend the summer here?"
"But what about all the crazy shit we were gonna do?" He whined.
"I guess you'll have to do it by yourself." She shrugged.
"Like it'll be any fun alone." Clint pouted.
"Well then sit on your ass and do nothing all summer, just stop acting like a baby!" Natasha exclaimed, turning her face away from him. "It's not like you're moving to fucking Russia."
"I thought you were from Russia?" He said in confusion.
"Just because I was born there doesn't mean I want to live there ya moron." She muttered, her voice cracking slightly.
"Hey, Nat? Are you alright?" Clint said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"No, I'm not fucking alright!" She shook his hand off and spun around to face him, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Jesus, Natasha, come here." He mumbled, pulling her into his arms and hugging her.
"What the hell am I going to do?" She said with a sniffle as she pressed her face into his chest.
"Well," Clint sighed, holding her away from him so that he could look at her. "I guess you're going to move to Russia."
"Like hell I am!" Natasha exclaimed.
"You have to. Like you said, your mom worked hard for this promotion." He reminded her grudgingly.
"Weren't you the one that was just complaining about how he would have no friends if I left?" She asked.
"Yeah, I was." He admitted. "But maybe I could make new friends, like you said."
"Really? You'd actually try to make friends?" She said doubtfully.
"Only if you promised to do the same in Russia."
"Even if I did promise you that, how would you know if I actually follow through?" Natasha questioned.
"I would know because you would tell me through the text messages and emails and letters I know you're going to write me every day." He smiled.
"So this shit is really going to happen. I'm going to move to Russia."
"Well don't get all gloomy now! We've still got a couple of weeks before you leave, so let's make the most of them." Clint said optimistically. "Sound good?"
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and smiled, leaning over to nudge his shoulder.
"Sounds awesome. Let's start now."
"Okay, what do you want to do?" He wondered, almost positive that he already knew the answer.
"What do you think?" She rolled her eyes.
"Skip fourth period and go to Central Park." He replied.
"If you already knew then why were you wasting time asking me?" She said, jumping out of her seat and grabbed her bag. "Let's go!"
A few weeks later…
Natasha stood by the cab that was going to take her and her mother to the airport and tapped her foot anxiously. Clint had sworn that he would meet her here for a final farewell, but it was starting to look like he may not make it in time.
"Natasha, dear, we need to get going soon or we're going to miss our flight." Her mother said as she walked out of their brownstone for the final time and locked the door behind her.
"Just a few more minutes, mom. He should be here any second." She said, desperately looking down the street for her best friend.
A few moments later, Clint came shooting down the sidewalk on his bike and skidded to halt right in front of her. Natasha felt her heart flutter in relief.
"Hey…" He said breathlessly.
"Hey." She replied, crossing her arms in disapproval. "You're late."
"Sorry," He smiled sheepishly. "I couldn't find your going-away present."
"My what?" She raised an eyebrow as Clint pulled a small black box out of his pocket and handed it to her. "What the hell is this?"
"Open it and find out." He rolled his eyes.
Natasha did as he said and slid the lid off the small box to reveal a thin, silver chain with an arrow connecting it in the center.
"What's this for?" She asked, removing the necklace from the box and fastening it around her neck.
"It's so you don't forget about me." He explained.
"How could I forget about you? You were such a big pain in my ass I'm pretty sure you left a scar."
"Nice one." He chuckled as he drew her in for a hug.
"Don't make friends with losers." Natasha warned him.
"What, like you?" He said playfully, earning a punch in the shoulder.
"Jerk." She muttered.
"I sure am gonna miss the way you physically and verbally abuse me." Clint sighed.
"Me too." She agreed with a smirk.
"Natasha, say goodbye to Clint. We really need to go!" Her mother yelled out the cab window.
"Well, I guess this is it." He said, trying to prevent tears from forming in his eyes.
"Yeah." Natasha sniffled as a tear slid down her cheek.
Clint threw his arms around her and rested his chin on the top of her head.
"Bye." He whispered.
"Bye." She said back as she pulled away from him and began getting in the cab.
"Call me when you get there."
"I will." She promised.
"Natasha!" He stopped her just before she shut the cab door.
Clint stood there for a moment, unsure of what exactly it was he wanted to say to her.
"I…uh…" He stuttered, scratching his head nervously. "I'm gonna miss you."
"I'm gonna miss you, too." She smiled at him one last time before closing the door and waving goodbye out the window as the yellow cab carried his only friend away.
Only when the taxi had driven out of sight did Clint finally allow the tears to run freely down his face.
Awwww, so sad, right? Well, it doesn't stay that way! Trust me, the prologue makes the first chapter soooo awesome! You'll love it, I promise! Well, until then, thanks for reading/following/favoriting/reviewing and TTFN!