The First Love

Physics and Blueberries

"You two numbskulls still doing work?" smirked Tony's friend, Natasha. I couldn't help but feel shy around her; she was confident and I wasn't. Natasha, or Nat, as Tony called her, wasn't liked by a lot of people but she didn't like them back. "Oi blueberry!" She called across the class to me. I tried to ignore her as the teacher gave her a stern look. Tony waved at her and continued explaining refraction to me. I felt proud of myself when I finally got a question correct, and he patted me on the back. I gave him a smile but he just stared at me, looking up and down my face. He moved forward in his chair,getting closer to me so he was only inches away. I lost my smile and stared straight into his sparkling eyes.

"I called you, blueberry!" hissed Natasha, right into my ear. Tony sat back on his seat and finished the sheet of questions. "I've told you before, blueberries are purple. They never have been blue!" I was slightly thankful for her interruption, but at the same time, she scared me. "Look," she said,placing her hand on my leg as she knelt on the floor. "When you squished the blueberries on your shirt last year, it turned blue." Forgetting I was in class, I stood up and shouted "It was purple Natasha! Purple! And Bucky shoved them into me, I didn't squish them onto myself!"

I turned to face the teacher whom simply pointed to the door. I looked back at Natasha and I could see tears welling up in her eyes. "Bruce?" Tony said quietly as I packed up my stuff and waited outside the classroom. I felt tense, knowing Bucky often walking along the corridor during lessons after being sent out himself. "Please don't come. Please behave for once!" I whispered under my breath.

I looked to my left and then to my right. My heart stopped as I saw a flash of blue. Was that a rugby boy? One of Bucky's followers? "Please don't let it be Bucky!" I thought. I closed my eyes and crossed my fingers, hoping to turn invisible or at least become part of the wall. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Leave me alone!" I yelled, my eyes snapping open. "Ok then Bruce, whatever floats your potato," said that sweet American voice. "Steve?" The American laughed at my facial expression. My confused face must be hilarious to him."Yes it's me Mr Banner. What are you doing out of lessons?" He asked, sliding down the tiled wall until he was sat on the floor. I joined him, dumping my bag beside me.

"I could ask you the same thing!" I said, trying to act cool. "Well I only have two lessons a day because of the American education system. There was some weird crossover thing and-" Steve continued to explain but I stopped listening. His hair was moving slightly in the breeze of the corridor and there was just a single strand out of place. He kept blowing it away from his face, but it would just fall back down again and annoy him. As he came to finish his explanation, I couldn't help but tuck the loose hair behind his ear. I blushed and immediately looked away from him. Stupidly, I tried to pretend I was doing something with my bag but he was obviously able to tell what I was doing. I felt his hand on the side of my face as he turned my head to face him. Just like Tony had done, he looked up and down my face. I gulped, not quite knowing what was happening.