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dadzawa-adopt-dabi · 4 years

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Secret Baby ch 18

“You got plans for tonight?” Rumi tilts her head at him while on patrol. She always makes sure their patrols sync up at least once a week. He’s only ever teased her about it being her omega instincts acting up and forcing her to check up on him once, and only once.

“I've got the usual reports from the day to finish. Then plan on working out and going home.” he shrugs and does another quick sweep of the area, snagging a stick of yakitori for him and a roasted carrot stick for her at the same time as stopping a kid from walking into traffic.

“You're coming out tonight with me then. It’s been forever and you can fake your reports for a single night.'' She signs an autograph for a little girl that comes running up to her much to her mother's distress. The girl is young and excited, Miroku is one of the only Omega pro-heroes afterall and the only one in the top 5. Rumi spends a couple minutes showing off her biceps and letting the child dangle from them before signing the kids backpack and taking a selfie with her.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea Rumi.” His wings flutter a little again, giving away his nerves. He's gotten better at not allowing them to show every emotion he has but there’s still small signs. Mostly only noticeable to those who have known him for years.He’s not sure he’s ready to go out clubbing again. Sure he’s been going on dates but it's not the same as risking it getting back to the hero commision. Probably not worth another almost scandal or having to scramble to come up with a lie for why so much money was suddenly gone from his bank account.

“You haven't been out since Touya right? How long has it been now anyways.” she questions him quietly once her fans have left the others have left. She wraps an arm around his shoulders, sharing her scent and snagging a selfie of them. Her scent is soothing and has always been, she’s his closest friend and if he belonged to a pack it would be hers.

“Um it's been a little over a year? Our kid would have been 9months old by now i think. If they had been born on time?” His wings start to droop but a fan spots him and starts belining for him so he forces them up and wide. He puts on his show of smiling and joking around with the fan while he signs a piece of scrap paper. The guys snags him and gives him a large hug before he can protest, startling him and crushing his wings to his back before he thanks him and runs off. “Okay, yeah maybe i need a drink and a night out to get over this. What time and what club, I’m willing to hit up any of them except our old haunt,”

“I’m not that cruel Hawks. The point is to get you a new man, not to go back to where you found Touya and see if he stuck around there.” she pats him on the back before taking off, having spotted a would be robber trying to make trouble. After patrol he goes home and showers quickly before changing into jeans and a normal muscle tank with his aviator jacket thrown on top. He’s high enough up in the rankings now that he’s recognizable no matter what he wears. And truthfully he’s never seen the point of getting dressed up in expensive clothes to go out, Doesn't get the point in showing off a designer wardrobe he hardly has time to wear when he looks the same in those as he does in much comfier outfits.

Rumi sends him the address of a bar soon after he’s finished along with a picture of what she’s wearing as a dress code guide. She knows better, knows he’s a disaster of an alpha and just wears whatever is most comfortable. It's a good thing she seems to have picked a casual club if the image of her in a cropped t-shirt and shorts is anything to go by. She always goes for a dress with a large thigh slit if its a fancier place or a leather jacket if it's more punk. Hawks almost always wears the same thing unless Rumi comes over and digs through his closet to throw an outfit in his face. He snaps a selfie as he leaves his apartment. ‘Hope this is okay because i'm not going back to change.see you there in 10.’

When he meets her outside the club she rolls her eyes and douses him in a glitter body spray. “You're here to get dicked down, make an effort Hawks.” She scolds him with a laugh. They take yet another selfie with the bouncer on duty and skip the line. Rumi heads straight for the dance floor and Hawks goes for a couple drinks first.

The club is an assault on his senses, he used to be better at ignoring it, the lights too bright and the noise too loud. There’s also the issue of people constantly brushing up against his wings, he has just enough to fly here but left the rest of them home. After a few drinks he joins Rumi out on the dance floor. It’s nice, despite the overstimulation Hawks experiences, he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed this. Just hanging out with Rumi and blowing off work for a single night of fun, he used to do this so often that he didn’t get overstimulated at all. Rumi breaks off after a few dances to go get herself a drink as well and Hawks finds a dance partner for the next song.

They spend the rest of the night breaking off from each other to flirt and dance with people then joining back up again to gossip and share another drink.Eventually its time to wrap the night up and Hawks gives one more once over to the alpha that’s been trying to get in his pants all night.

“Rumi, I'm calling it, I got to work early tomorrow morning and have to get some rest.Thanks for the push to come out tonight, I think I needed it.” He laughs, a little drunk and very happy to be around his best friend in the entire world. She smells relieved and happy and he curls in close to her when he wraps her up in a hug.

After letting her know he’s leaving soon Hawks grabs one more drink from the bar and after downing it goes back for one more dance, the same alpha ends up joining him for it and when he offers to bring Hawks home for the night he agrees. Putting all thoughts of potential scandals and work tomorrow out of his mind when the guy kisses him like he’s worth something and gives a careful stroke down his wing.

Morning comes way too early for Hawks and he scraps together his clothes. He’s never been more thankful that he keeps a spare suit at his agency, he’s already running late and last nights alpha keeps trying to tempt him back into bed despite him already saying he couldn’t, that he had work. Then as he is shimmying into his pants he hears a camera shutter go off and sees the guy with his phone pointed in his direction.

“Please tell me that I didn't just hear you take a photo without my permission.” he grits out between his teeth. For fucks sake, couldn’t he go one night without his privacy being invaded, just one without someone looking to take advantage of him?

“Maybe, come join me for more?” he stretches out in whats obviously supposed to be another attempt to seduce Hawks back into bed. “Cmon big shot, im worth blowing off work for a morning.” he grins confidently and waves the cell phone tauntingly.

“ I already blew off work for you last night and am running late because you decided to shut off my first two alarms.” He snarls. “And just so you know it's illegal to take pictures of people without their consent.” Hawks temper snaps. He uses a feather to snatch the phone and chucks it out the open window.

He flys at his top speed out the window, still trying to zip up his jacket, before he lands on his agency’s balcony he rushes in right away and books it for the shower. Itachi silently brings him a giant ice coffee and some ibuprofen when he sits down at his desk with a small wince.

“Rough night?” he asks with a small smirk as he sets the caffeine and painkillers down.

“The night was quite good but my morning definitely could have been improved.” He laughs lightly and takes a file from the most competent secretary he’s ever found. Opening it reveals a case being passed to him from the hero commision, its skethy a little.

“I opened that already, Hawks… please, decline that. It has shady sketchy information written all over it.” Itachi drums his fingers on the edge of Hawks desk, already knowing and dreading his response.

“You and I both know I don't get the option to decline missions Tachi.” he smiles sadly and tucks the file into the pile he has to go through today. Last night had been a fun break from reality, but it was time to get back to work. This morning had proved he couldn’t afford to let his guard down too much anymore,it was lonely in the top rankings and he just kept getting pushed further. However he also knew he owed everything to the hero commision and had to show them respect by taking the jobs they gave him, he had to pay them back somehow anyways for their kindness in training him and in taking him in as a talentless kid.

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bookcrook · 5 years

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Absolutely Smitten

Dang. I really suck at keeping my word, don’t I? Whelp, for those who care, it’s here now! This is the first of I don’t know how many parts of “Six Foot Seven”, a new series/book thing I’ve been working on lately, requested by @i-cant-reach-im-too-short! The entirety of the series will be based on her real-life love story, as well as a playlist she gave me. First song was Absolutely Smitten by Dodie Clark. Hope you all enjoy! :)

“Teddy, come eat!” I call out from the kitchen, rattling his food around the large metal bowl. I wait a few minutes before yelling out his name again. “Teddy! Teddy Bear! C’mon! I have to leave soon and you need to eat.” Still no response.

And so begins my daily game of “Find the Giant Dog Hiding in my Tiny Apartment and Hope He Didn’t Run Off and Start the Zombie Apocalypse Without Me”. Such a great way to start my day…

I search behind couches and loveseats, inside closets and my bathroom only to find absolutely nothing. “Where, oh where has my Teddy gone, oh where, oh where could he be,” I sing softly under my breath, “In the closet he’s not, with me he’s… Also not, oh where, oh where could he be.” I continue with my non-rhyming song, raising my volume a little as I get closer and closer to my bedroom, the only other place he could be hiding.

When I finally reach the doorway, I hear a playful bark come out from beneath my bed. I lower myself down to my knees, pull up the flashlight on my phone, and put my right cheek against the carpet. And, sure enough, I’m staring into the eyes of my slightly-obnoxious-but-still-very-lovable German Shepard. Who also just so happens to be stuck underneath the bed I just got.

How he got there is beyond me and getting him out is going to be a serious victory on my end. As in, the kind of victory that deserves a pint and a half of double chocolate chip ice cream and a box of Cheez-Its after work. I try coaxing him out, seeing if he can squeeze himself just enough to remove himself from the tight spot. I bribe him with treats and squeaky toys, but he doesn’t move a muscle. So, I move on to what I knew was, ultimately, inevitable and would no doubt break all of my limbs off of my body.

Have you ever seen a 5’2 Asian girl trying to lift up a Queen size metal bed frame (with the mattress on top of it because she had just woken up half an hour ago and was still extremely tired, so she wasn’t smart enough to take it off) at least a foot off the ground completely and utterly by herself? I haven’t, but God damn it must be hilarious to look at. Actually doing it, though? Terrible. Absolutely horrid. The worst thing I’ve ever done in my 22 years of living. I mean, seriously. What is this thing made out of? Steel with a brick-filled mattress? Ridiculousness, I tell you!

Twenty minutes later, Teddy is roaming free around our brand new home while I’m lying on my bedroom floor exhausted and trying to find a will to live, which immediately comes with an alarm going off on my phone. Who would’ve thought I’d be so ecstatic to leave the comfort of my apartment for an entire day of work behind a desk only running on four hours of sleep. I force myself up and attempt to wipe as much dog hair off of my once clean clothes, abandoning hope soon after---there’s just no escaping it.

Collecting my things, I make my way toward the door, glancing quickly at the clock on my stove. Right on time, I think to myself. Waiting for the elevator was maddening. Come on...

I mash the button impatiently, muttering curse words under my breath in frustration. I do the same when the doors finally slide open, revealing a small family of three with a tiny puppy on a leash. The slow background music only fueled my anxiety.

Before the doors are even wide enough to accommodate an entire person, I slip through the tiny gap and race outside. I flatten my hair and my eyes immediately dart to the left, finding exactly what---or, more specifically, who---I was looking for walking toward me.

“Holy shit,” I murmur softly. How is it possible for one person to look so amazing just walking down the street? I soon realize I’m staring like a literal stalker, so before I’m caught, I turn and start walking swiftly in the same direction he’s going.

“Megan!” I hear a familiar, deep voice call from behind me, “Wait up!”

“Not a chance! I’d say you’ve got long enough legs to catch up to me,” I respond, an air of fake confidence in my voice. I slow down only slightly, despite my original statement, and, sure enough, Owen manages to reach me in a few long strides.

“You’re difficult, you know that?” he laughs softly. I pray that no one saw my insides turn into literal jelly. What am I even supposed to do? My legs keep moving, but my mind is such a jumbled mush that it can’t comprehend anything around me. Which shouldn’t be happening. I’m a strong, independent woman---I don’t need him telling me if I’m pretty or not. I don’t.

So, as we walk, I begin concentrating on not concentrating on him. I quickly find that doing so is no use to me and caused me to not hear a single word Owen just spoke.

“You still there, shorty?” he teases, poking the top of my head.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah! Sorry. Just a little out of it, I guess.” Which was true, to be fair---I just decided it would be better to give him only half of the truth, for my heart’s sake. “What’d you say?”

Owen’s shoulder bumps into mine slightly, “I asked if you were eating in the office today. Thought I’d join you, but it looks as though you’re empty-handed.”

I stop in my tracks as he finishes speaking. “Idiot. Idiot, idiot, idiot,” I whisper to myself, hoping he doesn’t hear me. Because my luck is shit today, he does, and he seems to believe I was talking to him.

“Excuse me?” Owen laughs nervously, surprised by my comment.

“No!” I exclaim a little too loudly, “Not you! I was talking to myself. Didn’t realize it until you mentioned it, but I forgot my food at home; it’s been a crazy morning, so I didn’t really think about grabbing to before I left.”

“What happened?”

“Oh, nothing important, really. Just stuff with my dog…” I wanted to add ‘and you’, but it seems a bit… Forward. Creepy. Stalker-ish. Take your pick. “Made some grilled chicken, noodles, and asparagus last night, too. Looks like it’s the vending machine for me today! Yay.”

“I mean, you don’t have to…” Owen looks away slightly as his sentence trails off.

I let out a bitter laugh. “Unless you’re suggesting that I turn back and risk being late just for a bag of mediocre food, I’m afraid I do.”

“Fair point, but no. ‘Tis not what I mean by that, miss,” he taunts, putting on one of the worst fake British accents I’ve ever heard. It’s something he does often. Why? No clue---not even an inkling of an idea, but it makes my heart melt every time.

“Then what do you have in mind?”

“We could always go out to lunch. There’s this cafe-diner-thing a block or two down from the office that serve the best grilled cheese known to man. If you haven’t tried don’t think I won’t drag you there myself,” Owen laughs. I can feel my eyes light up at the prospect of that. “It can be a group thing or something.”

My shoulders deflate just a tiny bit. I knew it wasn’t going to be a date---I’m not that stupid, but I hoped it could at least be just the two of us. It’s okay, I think to myself, taking in a deep breath, It doesn’t matter. We’re just friends. I force a smile before agreeing. “Oh, yeah. Totally! Sounds great. I can see if Laura and Chelsea want to come.”

We’d finally reached our destination when the conversation began and are now parting ways as it ends. “Awesome! See you then?”

“Definitely,” I say softly. Despite my disappointment, I’m able to produce a small---but very genuine---smile.

I’m practically floating as I make my way to my tiny desk and collapse onto my rolling chair. Slumped completely down (in a way that is terrible for my back), I let out a startled screech as a voice, seemingly coming from nowhere, scares me senseless.

“You’re late,” Chelsea teases in a sing-song tone from above me.

“...No I’m not.” I point at the large clock across the room.

“How…” she stumbles over words, “How do you know I didn’t come in early and change the time on all of the clocks because... Pranks?”

“Chels, you’re still wearing your coat.”

“It’s cold.”

“How about the fact that, one, your coffee is still steaming and you refuse to drink the tar that they have here. Two, you don’t wake up any earlier than you absolutely have to because you’re the definition of a night owl. Or, and I’d say this is my most convincing argument, three, you just don’t care enough to do that.” I sit up as I rest my case and begin pulling out my things for the day.

“You’re no fun,” Chelsea pouts, lowering herself behind the cork board wall that separates us.

Ignoring her very hurtful words, I continue the conversation as though nothing happened, “Has Laura come in yet?”

She scoots her chair over to your side as she answers, “I don’t think so. Or if she has I haven’t seen her. Why?”

I let out a groan and drop my head onto my desk, smashing the keys on my laptop. “Great. I needed her to help me make some copies because I have to meet with some clients later today and I have no clue how to work that… Thing.”

Chelsea opens her mouth, prepared to offer help, but I cut her off before she can, “Don’t. I love you, but she’s the only one who can tame the beast. I swear that if anyone looked at it the wrong way it would set the entire building on fire. Especially if it were either of us.”

“That’s fair,” she relinquishes. Suddenly, a tornado in human form tears through the office dropping a pile of things on Laura’s desk and races into a conference room, all in a matter of .04357 milliseconds.

“She’s here,” I chuckle slightly.

Twenty minutes later, Laura races back into the room and all but sprints to her desk. Thinking she might actually be done in there, I try to ask for her help. And, before I’m ever able to finish saying her name, she explains, “Can’t talk right now. Still doing the presentation; just forget some papers.”

Not long after that, Laura is finally free and snatches my papers from my desk, taking them to that dreaded machine and returning with 15 more than I need.

“Sorry about the extras,” she sighs as she drops them in my lap, “There was an error with the copier, but at least you have those if you need them.”

“Thank you!” I exclaim in a hushed voice, “You are a life saver, I swear!”

“Are you just now figuring that out?” Laura laughs.

I stick my tongue out at her before continuing my work.

I later feel a light tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I find Owen standing there, a large stack of papers in his hand. “Hey, what’s up?”

“I was just on my way to steal Anthony’s copier, but I thought I’d let you know that James, Benny, and the others can’t make it to lunch. Any luck with you?”

Before I can even consider speaking, Laura immediately turned the focus of the conversation to Anthony. “Wait. Wait just a second. Anthony’s been hiding a perfectly working copier from us?!”

“Guess so.” Owen gives a small shrug.

“What the hell!” she exclaims angrily.

To avoid the situation from escalating, I direct us back to our original topic. “I completely forgot to ask about lunch. Umm… Chels, Laura, either of you doing anything for lunch? I forgot my food this morning, so we thought it’d be a fun idea to get a little group together to go out.” My friends share a conspiratorial look when I’m finished.

Chelsea’s the first to respond. “I really wish I could, but,” she pauses, “I have to run home and feed Pepper. Planned on just stopping by McDonald’s or something on my way back.”

“Neither can I,” Laura sighs with an ingenuine sadness in her voice, “Thomas wanted to take me out at that new sushi place across town. Sorry. Hope you guys have fun.”

A smile twitching on his lips, Owen turns back to me. “Just the two of us, then.”

“Yep,” I mumble quietly, my face growing warmer by the second.

“See you in a bit?”

“Yep,” I repeat myself. His smile was now a grin as he left. Once he’s gone, I snap my eyes back to the two girls, glaring.

“What the fuck was that about?! First of all, you,” I point at Chelsea’s floating head, “Don’t a cat. Or a dog. Or any kind of pet! As for you, Laura. Don’t think I don’t know that Thomas won’t be home for another week. That’s all you’ve been talking about since he left!”

“It’s a week and three days,” she corrects me.

“Exactly my point!”

“Sorry, but we had to!” Chelsea cuts in, “You’ve had one of Cupid’s little arrows stuck in your ass since you started working here two years ago!”

“Not to mention the fact that this is probably the happiest we’ve seen you since your sister made you move out all because what’s-his-name told her to,” Laura adds.

I sigh, sinking into my chair for the second time today. “I know you guys are just trying to be nice. And, you’re right; I have been. He just makes me feel all kinds of weird inside. It’s like I can’t control anything when I’m around him, but that doesn’t mean I need your help with him.”

Laura scoffs and Chelsea rolls her eyes at my obvious lie. “Okay. Fine, I do. But don’t do it so obviously next time!”

My personal matchmakers lower themselves back down and I spin back to my computer. Just another hour to go…

🔹🔹🔹🔹

Lunch seemed to fly by quickly. As we waited on our food, conversations were had about simple, silly things like our favorite color, or how we drink our coffee. Others were about how work had been going and what movies we’d watched recently.

“Okay...” he pondered as he took a sip of his sweet tea, “What’s your favorite scary movie?” Shocked by the question, I couldn’t come up with an answer, so I gave him the most definite one that I could. Kind of.

“Probably anything but the Chuckie movies,” I laughed.

The moment that sentence left my mouth, he immediately corrected me. “It’s Child’s Play, you know?”

“What?”

“The movies.”

“Whatever it’s called, it scarred me for life, and I want absolutely nothing to do with it.” I crossed my arms and shuddered at the thought of even possibly watching it again. I knew it was a terrible movie, but that didn’t change anything.

The stroll back was uneventful, but peaceful. And, now, as we wait out the last couple minutes before we had to return to our respective desks, Owen and I have found ourselves walking slowly back to mine, trying to make our time together stretch as long as possible.

Suddenly, Owen grabs my arm gently, pulling me to a stop just a few feet short of my destination, and leans in. My breaths shorten and my body goes frigid as he does so.

His lips brush against my ear as he says softly, “Please don’t think I’m weird for doing this, but Laura and Chelsea have been eavesdropping since we were within listening distance. Anyway, I was wondering if you’d maybe like to go out to dinner tonight? Or this weekend? Or just, at any point in time that would conveniently work for you?”

I let out a chuckle---no, a giggle---at his awkwardness, but then I’m immediately hit by butterflies flooding my stomach as I take in his words. Once I finally come to my senses, my head is frantically bobbing up in down in complete and utter agreement.

After we shared out little… Moment, I make my way to my desk. At this point, I’m not even trying to hide the giant grin on my face. Or my blushing cheeks. Or the fact that my heart is thudding in my chest with pure excitement and joy.

Chelsea and Laura don’t bother pretending that they didn’t see what just happened, and they were sure to let me know about that.

“Did you see the way he was looking at you?” Laura gushes, “And that smile?! What’d he say?”

“What are you even talking about? It was nothing,” I roll my eyes at the rambunctious, gossip-hungry pair, but tell them anyway. “He just asked if I wanted to go out for dinner sometime.”

“Nothing?” Chelsea practically yells, “Are you kidding? There’s no way he doesn’t like you!”

I roll my eyes yet again, knowing not to get my hopes up, but I can’t help but wonder. I’d like to believe I’m not completely clueless; it’s obvious he just asked me on a date, but will it actually go anywhere?

The days that followed were spent trying to coordinate Owen and I’s schedules on the way to work, and deciding where we could go. We also found ourselves around each other outside of work more than usual as we waited for the day to come.

One more week… That’s all I’ve gotta do; make it one more week and I’ll know for sure if this will work out.

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peterpparkrr · 7 years

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Changing the Tide: An Avengers Fanfic (3/7)

Summary: Wanda Maximoff is the new girl in town and also reconciling with the death of her twin brother, Pietro. As she starts to navigate her new life she manages to stumble into friendship with a group of teens who are surprisingly similar to her

A/N: This is basically just a highschoolAU for the Avengers without powers.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Clint didn’t have to go too far before he realized where she must have gone. Against his better judgement he slowly opened the door to the girls bathroom.

He walked in to see a girl washing her hands. He expected her to yell at him and pushing him back out but she just rolled her eyes and pointed at the end stall, “I don’t know what you did but she seems properly upset.” She said as she dried her hands.

Once the girl was gone the bathroom was empty other than the last stall, the one that Wanda was presumably in.

“Hey Wanda?” He asked softly, “Are you in there?”

Clint could hear a sniffle through the door followed by the sound of her blowing her nose.

“Listen, I’m really sorry about what Tony said, he is too, by the way. Which never happens. Like, ever.” He said, leaning against the door to the closed stall, “I’m getting sidetracked, I don’t know what you’re going through, no one can, but I do know that I’ll do my best to help you, all of use will. I swear we’re good people, even Tony! He just says the wrong thing sometimes.”

Clint rubbed his hands over his face, trying to find the right words, “What I’m trying to say, is that you should give us a second chance.”

The sniffling stopped and Clint held his breath.

“Okay,” Wanda said, standing up and opening the door, causing Clint to almost fall on top of her, “Sorry about that.”

“You’re fine, fine.” He said, trying not to look too embarrassed, “Tony really wants to apologize to you - if you’re okay with that.”

Wanda ran a hand through her hair before nodding, “Okay.” she said, figuring she might as well, “But, I don’t think I’m going to go back to lunch.”

“That’s fine, I‘ll just tell him to meet us in the hallway.” Clint replied, pulling out his phone and sending a quick text, “Do you mind if we…?”

Wanda looked at him, perplexed, before realizing that he wanted to leave the girls bathroom, “Of course, let's go.”

The walked out of the bathroom and down the hallway towards the lunchroom, as they turned the corner they we nearly run over by Tony.

“Oh thank god, I came as soon as I got Clint’s text, I just wanted to apologize to you Wanda, if I had know I never would have said anything like that and it will never happen again and I’m so so sorry.”

Wanda held up a hand, “Tony,” she said slowly, “It’s okay, I shouldn’t have freaked out that much, you obviously did it on purpose.”

Tony looked at her hopefully.

“Of course I accept your apology.” She added and she couldn’t help but giggle slightly when Tony’s face broke out into a grin.

“Is it okay if I hug you? Too bad, I’m going to hug you.” Tony said, scooping her into a giant bear hug.

Wanda stood, slightly dazed for a second before hugging him back slightly awkwardly. A guy with dark hair and glasses turned the corner and made eye contact with Wanda before quickly walking past with his head down.

“Bruce!” Tony shouted as the boy walked past him, “Did you think you could just ignore me?” He says. Bruce smiled awkwardly at Wanda.

“Of course not, I just didn’t realize it was you.” He says quietly, his tone serious. A total juxtaposition to Tony.

“Wanda,” He said, turning to her, “This is Bruce Banner, he’s one hundred times more brilliant than me and slightly taller. Bruce, this is Wanda, she’s new.” Clint scoffed slightly at Tony’s comment.

“Hi,” Wanda said shyly.

“Should we had back to lunch?” Clint asked.

Both Bruce and Wanda shook their heads before realizing the other was doing the same thing and glance at each other. Clint and Tony both chuckled and shared a knowing look about how similar they were both were.

“I have to get to math, I wanted to ask Ms. Hill about some of the advanced work I’m doing,” Bruce told the group.

“Oh, I have calculus with Ms. Hill next to,” Wanda said, glancing at Bruce, trying to read him.

“Well then, you guys better go together,” Clint said with a grin, “Because I still have half of a turkey sandwich and a bag of chips left.”

Bruce sighed but nodded as Clint and Tony headed back to the lunchroom, “They mean well.” He told Wanda.

Wanda nodded before realizing that Bruce wasn’t like the others in the group, he was much more reserved though she couldn’t tell why, he was just as brilliant as the others, arguably more so if Tony was any indication.

“What are you thinking?” Bruce asked, glancing down at her.

“Nothing, just trying to figure you out I guess.” Wanda replied with a small grin.

“Really? There isn’t much to figure out. I’m geeky and nerdy and have weird friends.” Bruce replied with a slight smirk.

“Well I know that, I’m more interested in why you’re so quiet and why you’re friends with them,” Wanda replied with a shrug, “I mean, obviously you’re not going to tell me, but it’s better than not thinking about anything.”

“Well, once I know you’re not crazy or something maybe I’ll tell you, but my friends with those guys because they’re good people and we work well together, we’re a team.” Bruce replied, not really sure if he wanted to say anything else.

“Fair enough,” Wanda said with a shrug, “And why were Clint and Tony being so weird about us walking to class together?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Who knows, they spend too much of their free time trying to set me up with girls.” He replied with a shrug, glancing down at his shoes, “Other than Natasha I’m the only person in our friend group who’s single, and they’re too scared to try and set her up with anyone so it’s just me.”

“Really, they’re all in relationships?” Wanda asked, slightly surprised, she’d never known highschool relationships to be particularly serious, or important.

“Sort of. All of the seniors are paired off. Tony and Pepper are on and off, Thor and Jane are dating, obviously, Darcy has a thing for whoever her lab partner is at the time, and Steve and Peggy are perfect for each other but they’re both to polite to make a move.” Bruce explains with a shrug as they walk into their math classroom.

Wanda glanced at Bruce as he walked over to Ms. Hill and started asking her questions that had something to do with calculation thermodynamics and a bunch of other stuff that she didn’t understand.

After a few minutes of the pair of them pouring over a notebook filled with hastily done calculations the bell rang and people slowly started trickling into the class.

“Sorry about that,” Ms. Hill said as she looked up from the notebook and seemed to suddenly remember the Wanda was still standing there awkwardly, “I would have introduced myself sooner, I just tend to get a bit excited when Bruce asks for help.” She said, giving Bruce a glowing look that made him look slightly embarrassed, “I figured that he would have surpassed doing anything I could understand a long time ago.”

Wanda nodded politely, not sure what to say.

“Oh, I’m Ms. Hill, nice to meet you, Wanda, isn’t it?” She said.

Wanda nodded in response, “Nice to meet you too.”

“Well, no one really follows the seating chart in this class so you can sit with Bruce if you want, he can help get you caught up on what we’ve done so far this year.” She said.

“I tend to sit in the back,” Bruce said, walking towards one of the tables in the back of the room. And setting his backpack down on the floor, “Ms. Hill gave me your textbook,” he said, setting it down in front of Wanda, “And some of the worksheets we’ve done.”

“Wait- when?” Wanda asked, she hadn’t seen her give it to him while the two had been talking before class.

“Oh, a few days ago I asked for it,” He replied, looking down at his own work, shuffling it awkwardly into a pile, “Clint kind of let us know that you were coming.”

“Oh,” Wanda said awkwardly, now she knew why they had all been so nice to her, there was no way that people like them would normal be nice to her, “Now everything makes more sense.”

“Don’t tell Clint that I told you though-”

“Why? Because I wasn’t supposed to know that he had all of his friends babysitting me?” Wanda asked angrily, not that it brought any attention to her, her voice was so soft that it just blended into all of the other conversations happening in the room.

“It’s not like that, Clint just told us that you were new and since you came into the school year late you were going to need help catching up,” Bruce says, staying insanely calm, which bothered Wanda for some reason, “We volunteered to helping you out, and you happened to have most of your classes with at least one of us anyway. We’re just trying to be decent human beings.”

Wanda shook her head and looked down at the work laid out in front of her. At least she was pretty good at math, she could probably work hard to get caught up in the other classes too, then they wouldn’t need to feel bad for her and would just leave her alone.

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