Defy High School

Natasha Romanoff

Natasha was walking home when she got all the texts from Stark. She didn't know why Clint joined in considering they were walking home together just like they always do. Their friendship started like any other clique film. They met in kindergarten and became best friends and that just continued. They both agreed long ago that they didn't want to date because it may ruin the perfect friendship they had worked so hard to build but recently Natasha had found it harder to resist her feeling towards him. Clint knew every little thing about her, her favorite color, favorite food, the way she was afraid of being underground, how she got the scar on her chin, she sometimes wondered if he knew her better than she knew herself.

"You think Pepper and Tony are goanna hook up?" Clint interrupted her train of thought with his question.

"Mhhhm? Oh no, Pepper is way to classy to do that, especially with Tony." She quickly responded. "Again tell me why we didn't just ride your motorcycle?" she complained.

"Because it's in the shop and you don't have a car!" Clint shot back. He laughed, she noticed every little detail about him. His dirty blond hair and how it went perfect with his green eyes. His square jaw that made him look like an authority figure, how he was almost 8 inches taller than her and very muscular. Stop it Nat! You're acting like a love sick puppy! She rebuked herself in her mind.

"Here's your house," Clint gave her a friendly bump. "You ok right?" he asked with concern. Her dad was the best person in the world; it was her mom that she worried about. She was a raging alcoholic and would often abuse Nat when he dad wasn't there which was often since his job was so demanding. That's why Nat was so tough, she had to protect herself from her mom's fits.

"Yeah," she breathed. "Call you if I need to come over."

"Doors always open, oh and Nat," she turned to face him. "like what you've done with your hair." He smile turned his back and continued down the street. Nat grinned and grabbed her hair. It was now red and short with curls at the end unlike her previous brown curls. Clint lived only about 2 blocks away from her and would constantly go over to his house to escape hers. She thought the reason her and Clint connected so much was because they both that hectic home lives. With her and her mother and then Clint with no parents and just an older brother to keep him company.

Natasha turned to her house and sighed. Her dad would be working at his job at the steel factory. He made enough to support the family, but they weren't always comfortable with money. Her mom was constantly in and out of therapy and he dad also had to pay for Nat's kick boxing lessons.

"Why don't you just leave her sorry ass?! She doesn't love you or me!" Natasha screamed at her dad one night. Her mom came home from the bar and had slapped her across the face. Nat had fought back and punched her mother's face. Her mom had cried and yelled about how she was such an ungrateful child.

"Because if I don't, no one will! Nat, please I know she's in some trouble right now but that is your mother, just try to bear with her for a while and if nothing changes then we'll get her some real help." Her dad had promised. That was 3 years ago, and her mom was still using up their money for drinks and therapy, her dad still to blind to see that the women he once loved was just a shell.

She walked into the house and was struck by the smell of beer, wine and cigarettes all mixed into one. She quietly went into the kitchen to grab some food and went upstairs to her room, one of the only things she liked in this house. Her room was a dark red with posters all over the wall- Green Day, ACDC, Metallica, Beatles, one of the only things her and Stark agreed on were bands.

She pulled out her Advanced history and started to read up on WW2. She checked her phone and it was 3:33pm, she had about 1 ½ hours until she had to go to kick boxing at the gym. She started filling out a worksheet about the committees that were involved in the war when she heard the door open and slam. She knew it was probably her drunken coming back from the bar. Don't let her come up; please I'm not in the mood today. Nat prayed to anyone who would listen. She carefully listen to the sounds downstairs, she had become a master of telling where he mom was from the certain creeks and steps that she took. It sounded like she went into the kitchen, wait no-back out again. She went into the living room and, yes, finally she fell on the couch and was probably passed out know.

The next hour was just filled with scribbling and erasing and the occasional chomping of chips. She looked at her phone again- 4:02.

"Dammit," Nat cursed under her breath. It takes her at least 20 minutes to walk to the gym to practice. She threw off her school cloths and threw on a sports bra, running shorts and a tank top while stuffing a towel, a water bottle and her gloves in the bag. She got ready in record time and opened the window. Everyone thought it was weird how she got out of her house, (well except Clint) but everyone didn't know that if she woke up her mom then she would be dead. She walked on the roof until she got to the closest tree, jumped on it and then climbed down. Just 3 more days and you can spend the night at someone's house Nat thought about Friday and Stark's party. She would probably just go over to Clint's house, it was like a second home to her. People that didn't know her would think that she goes over there to sleep with Clint, but truth was she had her own little personal room over there in their basement. Just a place to chill if her mom's fits go to intense. And with that thought Nat took of jogging down the street to her gym to punch the s**t out of some poor punching bag.