Natasha Romanoff. An outcast for most of her school life. She was once very popular, with loving friends and grabbing every guys attention. All of a sudden it was like Natasha was sick and tired of being the centre of everyone's attention and slowly began shutting everyone out and isolating herself. Negative rumours about her spread around like wildfire, all of them lies and full of shit, which of course everyone believed. She was usually found hanging around with her best friend Clint, smoking in the toilets, skipping lessons and attending detentions from all of the above.
Steven Rogers. The stereotypical all star jock, that all the girls wanted to date and all the guys wanted to be. Baseball, Football, Soccer... you name it. He was skilled at each and everyone of them with a bright future in sports. The athlete was planning to head off to Yale University in the fall, with a full sports scholarship already set up. He was also class president with one of the highest gpas the school as ever seen. The difference between Steve and his friends? Steve actually give time out to people who needed his attention, instead of wanting it. Cared for everyone that crossed his path. Jock or nerd. Rich or poor. Friend or stranger. He just loved the satisfaction of making people happy.
It was Friday morning and most of the students started their day off by catching up with their friends or grabbing their books and homework from their lockers in the main corridors.
Tony Stark walked down the hallway, passing out flyers to his house party that night. Giving one to Natasha and Clint. "The whiskey will be put on ice for you, Red." He said giving her a nudge before walking down the corridor. She smirked in return and shoved the flyer in her locker.
Steve was surrounded by his usual group of jocks who were jerks to everyone not varsity, even Nat. Natasha was stood at her locker with Clint, as Steve was about to pass her in the corridor.
She gave him a quick smile discreetly, before snarling at his friends. "Don't come unless you wear something short and tight, Romanoff." One of the jocks said, looking her up and down and then slapped her backside. Natasha glanced at Steve seeing the anger build up instantly for his friend and saw him reach out, but Nat got there before him.
Natasha gripped the jocks hand and restrained him, pressing his body up against the locker. His form towered Natasha in general, however that didn't stop her from holding him without effort with one hand as he struggled against it in pain. "Even if I did come to satisfy your pathetic needs, you wouldn't be able to handle me. Now apologise." The guy muttered an apology. Natasha raised her voice and pressed him harder against the locker. "I didn't hear you asshole!" Steve got in the middle and pushed her back slightly, "Natasha!" She didn't listen to him. "I'm sorry!" The jock apologised. As soon as Nat let him go, he ran away in fear, causing Natasha to smirk at Steve and walk away with Clint.
Natasha and Steve spent the day in different classes. They never interacted with each other in front of anyone else, only Clint and Tony. Their friendship started out casual at the beginning of high school in freshman year. They grew closer and closer, until finally Steve made a move and kissed her as she taught him combat fighting, which he seemed surprisingly good at for a beginner. They both agreed to keep it secret and their own thing. Not wanting people to talk and spoil it for them.
It was after school and Clint left Natasha ages ago telling her that he'd pick her up for the party tonight. Natasha sat on the outside bleachers typing away on her laptop, finishing some homework for extra credit, whilst Steve had football practice on the field. Every now and then, her eyes would look down and watch him train, meeting his gaze too as he watched her work. Steve's practice finished and he waited until the field was empty and his friends left until he approached her.
Natasha kept her eyes peeled upon her computer screen as he climbed the bleachers steps. "Twice in one day? People will talk." Natasha smirked. Steve sat himself next to Natasha and took the laptop from her lap, placing it down on the ground. "I was nearly finished!" She groaned, pulling a face. "You forget. I don't care what people will think. Now come here.." He leaned in and kissed her gently. Natasha smiled and kissed him back. "Well say goodbye to that goody two shoes reputation, when someone sees us together, Cap."
Her comment made Steve chuckle as he wrapped his arm around her back and they both looked out on to the empty playing field. "Are you coming tonight?" Natasha shrugged. For a split second she felt hurt by his friends comment this morning, however it soon was shadowed, knowing Steve was beside her. It always made her feel a lot better than she ever did. "Do I have to wear something short and skimpy?" She asked rolling her eyes, filling her bag up with her computer and books. "You can wear anything... an oversized sweater, a garage bag... you'll still look beautiful, Nat." Steve cupped her face, and rubbed her cheekbone softly. "You like me in oversized hoodies." She pouted, teasing him. Steve smiled and kissed her again.
"That's because they're usually mine." They kissed and talked, resulting in Steve driving her to her foster home, parking a couple of blocks away from the entrance. "I'll pick you up about 9." She grabbed her bag and kissed him. "Clints picking me up, but I'll see you there." He grabbed her upper arm gently before she left his truck. "Be careful, Nat. I don't want you getting caught again." He told her with a concerned look as he rubbed the scar on her upper arm. "I can protect myself." With that she exited the van and journeyed down the street. "I know you can, Nat. That's what I'm afraid of..." Steve whispered this to himself as he watched her walk away, protectively.
