Hunger Games: Fandom Style

District 10 (Avengers)

Natasha had never liked District 10. The simple agrarian style of life had never appealed to her, and a future raising livestock certainly hadn't. At least she got to wear leather. She'd heard some districts weren't so lucky.
The stench of the cattle permeated the air even here, in the richest neighborhood District 10 had to offer. Not even the Starks could do anything about it, although she was sure Tony was working on that.
She pushed her way to the edge of the pen. She hated waiting here. No wolf liked to be kept in a sheep pen.
She could just spot a boy she thought was Bruce backing away from those bullying idiots who thought they could get away with anything because their daddy was rich. She'd have to teach them another lesson soon - ah, but Steve and Bucky were already taking care of that. Natasha didn't quite understand Steve, but she liked him. He was the kind of guy you could actually trust to keep an alliance in the Games. That was how honest he was. Of course, he was also the kind of guy to die in the initial bloodbath. It was amazing the kid had survived this many of 10's harsh winters, and he might not last the next one.
Clint pushed his way up to the edge. "Hey, Tasha."
"Barton." Clint was like that too. Honest. Almost chivalrous, but not in an annoying, 'You obviously can't do anything' sort of way.
Victor and mentor Nick Fury was already up on the stage in his traditional black trench coat. He reached up to adjust the eye patch that had been made necessary by his final battle in the Games. Some things even the Capital couldn't fix.
Ivi North ascended the stage, complete with greenery wrapped around her neck like a boa. Natasha fantasized about getting close enough to grab both ends of that boa and twist . . . Those plastic surgery green eyes would look a lot better bulging out of Ivi's head.
"Stop smiling like that. You're making me nervous."
She started. "Sorry." She noticed how his fingers kept absentmindedly reaching for arrows that weren't there. She stifled a smile. He was one to talk.
Still, she let him. It was easier than telling him what she had planned this year. She was going to volunteer. She was sick of this place, sick when she thought of the future that awaited her. She was not going to spend her life milking cows. If the Games were her only way out, so be it.
Clint might not understand though. Better not to tell him.
She spent the long minutes of Ivi's annual speech thinking of ways to kill her. She was up to fifty-two when she heard the iconic words: "Ladies first."
Little did the Capital know how little this year's choice would matter. They would never has expected a volunteer from District 10.
"Pepper Po-"
"I volunteer." Natasha was already stepping forward. Pepper stood blinking. Poor girl. It wasn't every day you got a death sentence and a reprieve in the same breath.
Natasha made her way confidently to the stage.
"Your name?"
"Natasha Romanov." And I hate you and everything you stand for with a deep, fiery, passion.
Clint was still standing where she'd left him, horror and hurt spelled out across his face like it was a school workbook. Maybe she should have warned him after all.
"Now for the gentlemen," Ivi said. The ivy trailed behind her as she walked to the bowl. Natasha's hand twitched.
"Clint Barton."
The one factor she hadn't counted on fell into deadly place, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She thought she saw Steve start to lunge forward, but Bucky had one huge arm wrapped around him to keep him there and another clapped over his mouth. Steve's heart had always been much bigger than his frail body. He would never survive the Games.
Clint was almost to the stage. She was amazed by how calm he was. Had he wanted out too?
"Excellent, excellent. If the two of you would shake hands - "
Only one of us can make it out. Only one of us can make it out. That thought kept running through her mind as she reached out her hand. Only one of us can make it out, and it has to be Clint.
Clint had a strange look in his eyes. He ignored her extended hand. Instead, he put a hand on each side of her face and kissed her in front of the whole of Panem.