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Also, I heard u were looking for requests. May I ask for a NatSharon and Stucky HS AU? Thank you!!!!!

It can be DC or Marvel, just send me a prompt, and I’ll write it. If you just want a pairing, send that, relationship can be whatever (platonic, love, etc.). I don’t do smut cause I’m too awkward, and if you send me pedophile or incest shit, chances are I’ll block you. Ask away!It can be DC or Marvel, just send me a prompt, and I’ll write it. If you just want a pairing, send that, relationship can be whatever (platonic, love, etc.). I don’t do smut cause I’m too awkward, and if you send me pedophile or incest shit, chances are I’ll block you. Ask away!Note: @crazyfangirl932 sorry this took so long! Not my best work (I wrote this while in a cramped seat next my toddler brother on a 12 hour flight) but I hope you still enjoy!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,525

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Bucky can’t help but laugh as he watches his friend pace back and forth in her dorm room. He doesn’t get the privelege of seeing this particular individual nervous very often, however, the few times like this are always a pleasant treat.

The students of Avengers High School have been let out for the day, and the two of them had headed back to the dorm rooms shared by all the students of the high school.

“Barnes,” Natasha’s chilling emerald eyes snap up. “Shut up.”

Bucky only laughs, again, his own eyes lighting up with amusement. “I didn’t say anything,” He holds his hands up innocently.

“I can hear the teasing. It’s not funny.”

Bucky snorts, holding back a laugh. He’s too scared to test her patience at the moment, considering he’s been doing exactly that since school was let out.

“So, were you this nervous when I asked you out?” Bucky asks instead, leaning his elbows on his knees. Natasha slowly exhales through her nostrils, keeping her calm as best as she can. She can only remember the times when Bucky was just the quiet, emo looking kid in her math class who followed around the captain of the football team. Oh how she regrets ever introducing herself to him.

A snarky reply is on the tip of the redhead’s tongue as the floorboard’s shift and creak beneath someone’s weight. Both teens snap towards the doorway, their caution slipping away as Steve peeks his head in.

“Hey, guys," He smiles warmly at his friends, walking over to the bed where Bucky sits.

"Hey, punk,” Bucky grins and leans up for a kiss. Natasha narrows her eyes at the two of them.

“Steve,” The blonde abruptly pulls away from the kiss, his hand lingering on Bucky’s cheek. “Tell your boyfriend to leave or he’s going to lose a limb. Again.”

“O-kay,” Steve says slowly, chuckling nervously at the violent bickering. “What’s going on?”

“Nat’s nervous because of her date with Sharon tonight,” Bucky informs him, clearly finding the whole situation amusing. Steve doesn’t share the amusement, but instead, shock.

“Sharon asked you out?” He exclaims, the O shape of his mouth forming into a smile. “Nat, that’s great! … Right?”

“I mean, yeah, whatever,” Natasha shrugs carelessly, attempting to play it off as nothing. Bucky sees through her and bursts out laughing, only testing her patience to a further extent.

“She’s been pacing ever since we got back from school.”

“No I haven’t.”

“Romanoff, who are you fooling?”

“Nobody, I’m assuming,” Steve and Bucky both jump in surprise as Clint pops his head up from underneath a pile of blankets thrown on a beanbag chair. Seeing the shocked glances the couple are giving him, and the eye roll from his best friend, Clint straightens up and changes his answer. “Or… everybody?”

“Wh-what… How did you… how long were in there?” Steve stutters in disbelief. Clint yawns and stretches, scratching the back his head.

“I dunno. I came here at the beginning of lunch to take a nap–”

“In my room?”

“You have the soft blankets that feel like clouds!” Clint argues defensively, motioning to the heaping pile of shawls and quilts laying in his lap. “So, what’d I miss?”

“The entire school day.”

“Principle Fury is going to have your ass.”

“Sharon asked Natasha out.”

“Someone asked Romanoff out?” Natasha groans as another person enters her bedroom. It’s her fault, really, for not locking the door. Then again, she assumed her friends had the decency to knock rather than just barge into her dorm whenever they felt like it.

Tony jumps on the other end of the beanbag chair, knocking Clint half a foot into the air. “How is this possible? I thought everyone in our school had run in fear from the wrath of your scrutinizing gaze?”

“Very funny,” Natasha laughs dryly, crossing her leather clad arms tightly. “Fine. If you all must know, Sharon Carter asked me out after seventh period. We’re going to watch to a movie tonight, and honestly, Barnes is an asshole and is making it into a much bigger deal,” Bucky snorts, laying his chin on Steve’s shoulder.

“I’m a supportive friend.”

“Asshole, friend, same thing,” Natasha shrugs, flicking a strand of fiery hair out of her eyes. Tony raises a brow at the two of them, a comment on the tip of his tongue. Then again, Tony Stark is rarely ever left at a loss for words.

“Wait, so let me get this straight,” He holds his hands out, arching a brow. Steve sighs quietly, already know he’s not going to like the billionaire teenager’s next words. “Rogers is dating Romanoff’s ex,” He motions to Bucky and Steve. “And Romanoff is going on a date with Roger’s ex. And this isn’t the least bit awkward for either party?”

“Sharon and I never really… dated,” Steve becomes flustered at the subject. He knew he wasn’t going to like it. “I-I mean, we weren’t even ever a couple. We hardly- I mean, not hardly, but–”

“We get it, babe,” Bucky pats his hand to allow Steve to stop. The blonde clears his throat and nods, fiddling with the sleeves of his Avengers High Letterman.

“Aww, look, Stark, you made Cap nervous,” Clint laughs through a mouthful of day old fries he had found on Natasha’s desk.

“Mission accomplished,” Tony smirks. Natasha raises a single brow at the sarcastic teen, deciding to target her verbal attack at a new individual.

“And what about you, Tony?” She asks with mock sweetness. “How’s your love life? Still crushing on that popular cheerleader; what’s her name again?”

“Virginia Potts,” Steve responds, smiling as he sees Tony’s smirk begin to vanish.

“She goes by Pepper,” Tony grumbles. “And I see what you’re doing. Point made.”

“Good,” Natasha nods, motioning to the door. “Now, if that’s all, I’d appreciate it if you were to all leave. I have a date to get ready for.”

“Can I stay? I’m still eating,” Clint asks, already sinking back into the beanbag chair, the mountain of blankets fully masking him. Natasha shrugs, struggling to shove Steve and Bucky off the bed.

“Remember, don’t sleep with her on the first date!” Tony calls as he makes a quick escape, barely managing to dodge the shoe chucked in his direction.

—-

“Last night was fun,” Sharon leans against Natasha’s locker, smiling as she clutches her books against her chest.

“Well, if it was fun, then let’s do it again sometime,” Natasha replies without a beat, sliding a textbook out of the metal compartments. Sharon laughs in surprise.

“Natasha Romanoff, are you asking me on a second date?"

"I might be,” Natasha smirks. “What do you say?”

“I say,” Sharon leans in closer, a smile playing on her lips. “I will. At a cost, though.”

“Deal,” The red headed teen breaks the small space between them, giving her new girlfriend a short but sweet kiss. Natasha pulls away after a moment, feeling a pair of eyes on them. Quite a few, to be exact.

Natasha Romanoff isn’t exactly known in AHS as someone who’s open to relationships. She’s closed off and generally cold to those she isn’t familiar with. The last person who managed to break past her baracade was Bucky, however, things didn’t exactly work out with them. Now, however, it seems a new love interest has entered the teenagers’s life.

“I’ve gotta get to class– P.E with Ms. May,” Sharon sighs, jabbing a thumb behind her.

“I’ll see you later?” Natasha asks hopefully. Sharon smirks, nodding.

“I’m counting on it,” Sharon waves her fingers as she walks away, sauntering off to class before the bell goes off.

“Yo, Nat!” The pair of eyes gains a voice, Sam jogging up to his friend.

“Hey, Wilson.”

“Did I just see you kissing Sharon Carter?” He grins, leaning against the spot the blonde had been a moment ago. “Nice.”

“Alright, whatever,” Natasha laughs, unable to hold back a genuine smile. “Ready to go to Chemistry?”

“Ugh,” Sam groans, throwing head back. “Don’t remind me. I don’t know how much time I can spend listening to Stephen and Tony argue over the stupidest shit before I pour some acid on myself.”

“It’s alright,” Natasha shrugs as they begin walking, dodging several students walking to their classes. “If they get too annoying, I’ll poor acid on them myself.”

The two of them walk into the bustling Chemistry class, where Tony and Stephen had already begun arguing over something that was most likely meaningless.

The bell lets out it’s shrill ring, the students scrambling to take their seats before the teacher walks in. However, before class can officially begin, the overhead speakers switch on.

“This is Principle Fury,” Nick Fury’s voice echoes throughout the school. There’s an edge in his tone as he speaks. “Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, and Thor Odinson, please report to my office. Immediately.”

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Send me requests for fanfics! Guidelines: It can be DC or Marvel, just send me a prompt or an AU, and I’ll write it. If you just want a pairing, send that, relationship can be whatever (platonic, love, etc.). I don’t do smut cause I’m too awkward, and if you send me pedophile or incest shit, chances are I’ll block you. Ask away!

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