the breakfast club [ avengers ]

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Natasha whipped her head and stared at the young Stark boy. She couldn't help but look at Clint and arch her eyebrow, "You know how to shut the door and want to help Barton break the rules?" She asked sceptically. She absentmindedly drew back a thick strand of red hair that had fallen onto her face and watched the younger boy find the courage to speak.

"Yeah- yes. It's fairly easy really, m-my father had me disassembling and assembling things since before I could walk, and compared with what I was given, this door is nothing," Tony shyly smiled and tried to ignore the way that the other's eyes seemed to pierce his skin.

"How'd you do it then? How d'you shut a door and make sure a teacher can't open it without it being noticeable?" Clint tilted back on his chair at peered at the boy through his shaggy hair that had fallen over his eyes. Natasha had the sudden urge to push it back behind his ears.

"You just have to take a couple screws out of the hinges, as simple as that," Tony replied and gestured to the door, "if you had something sharp that could be a makeshift screwdriver, you'd be rendering the hinges unless and it'll stay closed."

"And you're sure it will work? Is there a specific hinge to fuck up?" Clint asked in curiosity and his voice even held a trace of respect for the Stark boy.

"It's got about an 85% chance that it'll work and any hinge will do but I'd recommend the top one. You'd have to hide the screw as well otherwise Fury will be able to just fix it if he notices it missing, okay?"

Clint nodded and looked around at the other three students that were watching his conversation with Tony, "what? Have you not seen a couple of heroes hatching a plan before? I'll wait until Fury leaves that damn office and then I'll strike." He smirked and revealed a small metal object from his coat pocket; he smirked as he flicked it and a thin blade popped up, much to the surprise of the others.

"What the hell, man? You carry a knife?" Steve hissed and quickly glanced over his shoulder to check that Fury hadn't caught any of their previous conversations. Clint shrugged.

"I gotta do what I gotta do. I wouldn't expect you to understand, Cap, but I have a feeling that Barnes gets me." Clint motioned his head towards Bucky who was watching the group plot with critical eyes. Bucky glared at Clint but shrugged his shoulders and avoided Steve's surprised stare. "Atta boy, Barnes, atta boy."

"'M not a fucking dog," Bucky growled and shrunk into his chair.

"That might be so, but we all know that you're Cap's bitch," Clint smirked. Steve choked on a breath while Bucky glared with fury at the boy. He seemed too tired and/or unwilling to give Clint the reaction he was after. Steve however wasn't.

"Again? I'm not gay, Barton. For god's sake!" Steve hissed and slammed his hand down on Clint's table. The shaggy haired boy snorted and raised an eyebrow at Natasha whom was watching with deep curiosity.

"What do you think, Princess? D'you think that the dear captain of the wrestling likes the dark haired psychopath?"

Natasha furrowed her eyebrows and scrunched up her nose at Clint. She looked sympathetically at Steve who's anger was slowly building up with every word that passed Clint's lips. It's not that Natasha had a problem with gay people, it just wasn't something that she had been exposed to before she had moved to the States, and even then, she had never been around those that were openly non-straight. Her parents had been born into the Russian Orthodox Church, the way most of the Romanovs had before them, and while Natasha had also been raised in the church, in the USSR freedom of religion had not been encouraged and now that she lived in America, it was easier to follow the less conservative Christian churches like the other students in her clique.