Professor Romanoff's Angel

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Romanoff's POV

I got nervous. I knew it would be a lot but I just can't stand to think of anyone else getting to see Y/N like that, to appreciate her like that, and idea of other people seeing me at my most vulnerable isn't exactly a comfortable one either. I don't know why I thought this was a good idea. It seemed good at the time, something risky and fun, but it all felt so different actually doing it.

I need to make it up to her.

Wanda stands with her arms crossed and her phone in her hand. With the way Amy's looking at her, I can assume that Amy was the one that got her in here.
"Are you two serious?" Wanda shouts,
"My god, it's like you have a damn radar." Y/N groans as she buttons her shirt back up.
"Shut up!" Wanda snaps at Y/N, "I'm not done!"

"Don't speak to her like that, Wanda." I interrupt before she can say anything else.
"Why not?" She turns to me, "That's how you speak to everyone! You treat us all like shit and get mad when we have something to say about it."

What is she talking about? How is this even relevant to what's going on?

"Well, when you show up at our door to shout at us, we're obviously going to be unhappy." Y/N argues back, looking over to Amy. Is that what Wanda was talking about...Amy?
"And when you fuck in your classroom, there are going to be consequences!" Wanda responds, uncrossing her arms and stepping towards Y/N.

Instantly, I step in between the two of them and push Wanda back.
"Don't you dare, Wanda." I say, Wanda looks at me with furrowed brows. "Don't even think about it."
Y/N puts her hand on my shoulder, keeping me close to her.
"You were so shocked and defensive when I found out, but then you're in here, doing this?"

"You know, just because the student you fucked happened outside of school doesn't mean you didn't fuck your student!" I yell at her, "You don't get to take some moral high ground!"
"Natasha!" Wanda exclaims, looking around the full classroom.

Amy stands up and walks up to Y/N.
"How could you let her do that?" She shouts,
"I let her do that? No one knew who it was until you stood up just now, dumbass!" Y/N turns to Amy. "You did that yourself!"

"Amy, could you just let me handle this?" Wanda pleads,
"The last time I took your advice, I ended up almost getting punched by Romanoff!" Amy argues, "I asked you here to stop them, not to argue with them!"
"Stopping them is arguing with them!" Wanda shouts. "They don't listen to anything!"

Y/N tugs on my shirt a little bit, I turn to look at her,
"If you don't quit now, this is going to go badly." She whispers, I look up at the doorway, Stark is walking in.
"What's going on here?" He shouts,
"Natasha was-" Wanda starts,
"I quit!" I shout, making sure to talk over Wanda and Amy as they try to explain. "I quit, I'm done." I say again.

"They were fucking, in the classroom, again!" Wanda turns to look at Stark.
"Romanoff, you- that's it." He says, pulling out his phone. "I'm getting the police involved."
I march over to him and take the phone from his hand, holding it firmly in my own.
"I don't think you want to do that." I threaten, "Unless you want to explain to the police why you didn't report it the first time? Or why you and your lovely little assistant, Potts, have been fucking in the school for months?"

Stark takes a deep breath,
"Can I have my phone back?" I slowly hand him his phone back, he nods and puts it in his pocket.
"Are you kidding me, Stark?" Wanda says, "What did she say, huh?"
"That's none of you business. Go back to your class, Maximoff."
Wanda scoffs and shakes her head,
"You're letting them get away with this?"

Stark completely ignores her,
"Romanoff, will you stay until the end of the day? There's no one else to take this class." He says,
"Substitutes exist for a reason." I walk over to my desk and grab my handbag and all of my stuff.
"It was an honour to teach some of you." I say, taking Y/N's hand and leading her out of the classroom.

Y/N's POV

"So, should we talk about me saying the safe wo-"
"Do you want to?" I interrupt her, she shakes her head and so I just gently rub her back as we walk.

"Can we order pizza tonight?" I ask, hopefully all this drama will finally be over. We both walk through the parking lot towards the car.
"Sure, from your friend?"
"Well, if he delivers it, it's faster, but I understand if you don't want anyone else knowing where we live." I say, putting my backpack at the bottom of the passenger seat and looking at her over on the other side of the car.
"Do you trust this guy?"
"He's the only one who hasn't fucked me over." I say, she nods,
"You can get him to do it, then."

"Y/N, wait!" Amy's annoying voice calls out, Natasha sighs and I roll my eyes. We both nod at each other and agree to get into the car, completely ignoring her.
"Wait!" She says again, "Is this it then? Our last goodbye is us screaming at each other?" She says, knocking on the door to the car. 
"I never wanted to hurt you! I was really trying my best to support you both." She says, I just shake my head, keeping my eyes forward.

"Natasha, can you start driving please?" I say faintly, she nods and starts the car. She revs it once, as a warning to Amy to let her know to step away. Amy backs up from the door and Natasha pulls out of the parking lot.

"I'm sorry, Angel." She says, I turn to look at her as she places one hand on my leg.
"What? Why are you sorry?" I take her hand in mine.
"That just... it must've been hard on you." She says,
"It's fine, but thank you."