She rocked on the tips on her shoes, bouncing. Her red hair fell down her face, short and wavy. Her piercing emerald-jade eyes stared holes into an old clock on the wall. She started mouthing numbers, counting down. "Three, two, one."
As she muttered one, a loud, obnoxious bell went off.
"Hurry up!" She stared at a doorway, watching as a mass of students flooded out.
She jumped up and down when she saw the band of misfits. Her misfits. 'I mean who else could they be?' She thought.
"Hi guys," she said coolly. Clint Barton, wearing an archer shirt, his blonde hair styled, waved. She rubbed her knuckles on his head, messing up his hair, effectively annoying him. They started a mini tug of war game, and Steve Rodgers walked up with Bucky Barnes.
"Hi," she said, in a playful headlock with Clint.
"I really can't leave you two alone, can I?" Steve asked.
Natasha smiled, gaining the upper hand.
"I mean, what did you expect, Steve? It's NATASHA ROMANOFF we're speaking about," Bucky joked.
Steve chuckled, agreeing.
Clint held up his hands in surrender. "Ok, ok. You win," he muttered, jealous.
She winked, "what did you expect?"
Steve noticed the large manilla envelope she held behind her back. "Well, Nat. What's that?"
She smiled. "Wouldn't you want to know," she said, practically smirking with her words.
Steve closed his eyes. You could never beat Natasha. He knew that. But it didn't hurt to try. Well, it was Natasha he was speaking about. One could never know with her. Maybe that's why they liked her so much. Who knew?
'Well actually I would," Steve replied.
Bucky frowned. "Come on, Nat. Tell us. You know you want to," he said with a childish grin.
"Oh, if you insist." She tugged the envelope open. Two sheets of paper fell into her outstretched hands. She held one up.
"Ms. Romanoff, we are pleased to inform you, that you have been accepted into our school for ballet." She jumped up and down, unable to contain her excitement.
"I did it! I got accepted guys!"
They hugged her, and Tony Stark high fived her.
"Wow, what an honor. A high-five from a Stark," she joked.
Tony smiled. "When did you apply?"
"Last month, after the ridiculous math assessment. I found about them on a website."
Clint looked at the letter, frowning. "Where did you say it was from?" He asked.
Natasha paused, her confident smile disappearing. "I didn't. It's from, uh... Russia," she said quietly.
They paused. "Russia?" Sam asked.
"But. That's so far away!" Pepper exclaimed.
Bruce looked up from his book. "H how long will you be gone?"
They all awaited her answer. "I don't know. I haven't even accepted yet guys! I."
She looked down at her shoes. I don't know."
Clint smiled sadly, "You're going to, aren't you Nat?"
Natasha looked at them. "Probably."
They all paused, understanding the situation.
Pepper spoke up, "Let's have a party, to celebrate Natasha."
They walked out of the school, all deep in thought. The sun shone bright, and Natasha smiled. She was going to miss them.
Yeah, I know. The ending was very rushed. I didn't know how to end it. Also kept going on and off this story SOOO...
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The Red Ballerina-The Black Widow
Hành động"I did it! I got accepted guys!" That was the last they heard of her for a long time. And when she came back? She was different. She was cold and isolated. Is she the girl in Bucky's memory? Is she the Black Widow known as the Red Ballerina?
