The Days We Remember (Marvel)

Chapter 8

Three days after the incident behind the school, Bobbi and the rest of the gang were sitting at breakfast. As usual, it was pretty chaotic.

Bobbi liked it that way.

"Seriously, T Swizzle is my bae," Tony declared as he stabbed his fork into a pancake. Somehow today's conversation had led into famous celebrities.

Pepper shot him a look. "You've never even met Taylor Swift."

"Yes I have."

"No you haven't."

"You're just jealous."

"Tony."

"I'll stop talking now."

Pepper rolled her eyes at him. "You never stop talking."

Tony merely winked at her. "That's why you love me."

Pepper muttered something under her breath as she blushed. Tony took the opportunity to kiss her cheek. Pepper's cheeks reddened even more.

"Oh my gosh, what is it with you people and PDA?" Peter exclaimed from his spot at the table.

Clint scoffed. "You're one to talk, Parker. I once walked into you and MJ having a make-out session in the janitor's closet."

"Yeah, it was in the janitor's closet," Peter retorted, "Not in public."

Mary Jane started laughing from beside him as Clint tried to think of another come-back. Before he could open his mouth, Bobbi playfully slapped his arm.

His extremely toned, muscular arm.

"Be nice," She scolded as Clint looked at her."

Clint smirked at her. "Says Little Miss Sassy."

"Hey," Natasha chimed in, "Every girl at this table is sassy."

Steve nodded in agreement with her.

Clint thought for a minute. "Okay, that is very true."

Bobbi laughed as she looked around the table. In a matter of five days, all these people had become her closet friends and the best thing she could ever ask for. They took her in when she knew no one else and made her their own.

She was forever grateful.

"Bobbi?" She heard a voice ask, pulling her out of her thoughts.

She turned to see Nat's green eyes were fixed on her, obviously trying to ask her a question.

"Yes?" Bobbi asked.

"I was asking if you were going to try out for any sports here."

Bobbi thought about it. Sports, although she extremely enjoyed them, hadn't crossed her mind much yet.

"I don't know," She finally responded.

"I think you should try out for the cheer squad," Carol suggested.

Bobbi thought about it. She had done cheerleading at her old high school.

"Maybe," She started, "Do I know anyone on the squad?"

Bruce motioned to Natasha. "Nat's on the squad."

Bobbi's eyes widened. "Really? You're on the squad?"

Natasha nodded.

"Wow," Bobbi said, "I never pictured you as the cheerleader type."

Natasha laughed. "Neither did I."

Everyone at the table started laughing. As it died down, Clint spoke up.

"Really, you should try out. I think you'd make a great cheerleader."

Bobbi smiled at him. "Thanks."

Tony began leaning towards them from across the table, his hand cupped around his mouth in a secretive manner.

"He just wants to see you in a short skirt," He said in an attempt to whisper.

Clint shot him a look.

"Tony."

"Yes, my dear Clinton?"

"Shut up."

Bobbi smiled at their ridiculous antics and turned back to Natasha. "So, when are tryouts?"

The redhead smiled. "Next Wednesday."

Bobbi thought for a second before finally answering. "I'll be there."

"Great!" Natasha said in a very excited manner.

Bobbi could tell that Nat really wanted her to join, so she couldn't resist but to say yes. Besides, cheerleading was fun.

"I wish you the best of luck, my friend," Thor told her.

"Thanks," Bobbi replied with a smile.

The blonde had been taking gymnastics since she was four and started taking a cheer class in the seventh grade. Her experience had led her to be the captain on her old squad. Bobbi wasn't sure if she'd need luck, but she still accepted it with gratitude.

Everyone continued to talk till the bell rang, signaling breakfast was over and that they had five minutes to get to first period.

After walking to their respective lockers to get their things, Bobbi and Clint met back up on the way to English.

"Thank goodness the poetry unit is ending today," The blonde said as she hugged her books closer to her chest.

Clint nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I don't know how much more I can take of that stuff."

Bobbi giggled.

Her cheerful expression then faltered as she felt a pair of eyes burning into the back of her neck. She turned around to see a familiar pale face staring at her.

Lincoln smirked as she met his gaze, his slips twisting up into a sickening smile.

Clint sensed something was off and turned to Bobbi, following her gaze. As soon as he saw Lincoln, he scowled.

"He's such a freaking stalker," He growled.

Bobbi merely nodded in agreement.

Clint placed a hand on the small of Bobbi's back, leading her closer to the English room and farther from Lincoln. The girl shivered at the contact.

Luckily, Clint didn't notice. He was too distracted with getting Bobbi as far away from Lincoln as possible.

Which was a very sweet gesture.

Bobbi then thought back to the last week, recalling everything Clint had done for her. Showing her around the school, giving her a spot at his table, all the flirting, all the overprotective actions and gestures had all left Bobbi with butterflies in her stomach. She didn't know why.

Her mind then drifted to his appearance. His sandy blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes, handsome face and toned muscles all made Bobbi's legs feel slightly weaker when she was around him. She still didn't know why.

And then the conclusion hit her. A conclusion that explained all of her feelings for the past week.

Even though she had known him for only a short while, Bobbi Morse had a crush on Clint Barton.