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"Two for the show" by mousie tongue (T)
Fandom: The Avengers (movieverse)
Pairing: Natasha/Clint friendship
Length: ~31K words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: FFN
Why this must be read: Though this fic is worthwhile for its portrayal of Thor alone, the whole thing is worth a read. It's an Avengers High School AU that translates the characters neatly into a new environment. Natasha and Clint are spot-on, and it's fun to see them as juvenile not-quite-delinquents, along with the rest of the gang. The whole thing is smart and brutally real--go read it.
The hostilities escalate. Natasha hides her toiletries and sleeps in her favorite jeans. She lurks in the library, with its battered collection of paperbacks and Bruce's silent company, or outside in the bushes lining the side lawn, away from the courtyard—Cherie's domain—and the basketball court—Danny's. Some of the other kids send her pitying looks, but mostly they're just glad not to be a target.
Danny, though… Danny makes a point of tugging her braid most mornings at the bus stop, as well as delivering one filthy innuendo or another. Making her blush or blanch seems to have become his mission in life. He ignores her sharp 'Stop its' and her knocking his hands away.
Cherie's gaze turns stonier every time he does it. There are barbs, whispers, insults.
Arriving at the science classroom makes her physically sick to her stomach.
"Fair maiden!" Golden-haired Thor has reached the door before her, and he steps aside with a bow and a flourish, holding it open for her. She has a momentary flash of warmth before reality in the form of Cherie's glowering face dashes ice over her.
The teacher dims the lights, fires up a Power Point presentation, and for a few moments Natasha relaxes under the cover of darkness.
Then something flicks onto the back of her shoulder.
A smothered giggle from behind her sends her stomach plummeting, but she starts to turn, to knock whatever disgusting thing has been thrown at her off of her back.
"Don't move!" A low mutter raps out from her other side, and Natasha freezes.
Something whizzes past her, barely skimming her back and the braid lying along her spine. She looks down, and a huge wad of virulent green gum, caught on a thick rubber band, is now lying in the aisle. She turns; Clint is staring his hands, folded innocently on his lab table.
Natasha waits, gaze fixed on him, until he feels its weight and sneaks a glance at her. 'Thanks', she mouths, and he lifts one shoulder in a shrug.
They never catch him at it.
Two for the show
Pairing: Natasha/Clint friendship
Length: ~31K words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: FFN
Why this must be read: Though this fic is worthwhile for its portrayal of Thor alone, the whole thing is worth a read. It's an Avengers High School AU that translates the characters neatly into a new environment. Natasha and Clint are spot-on, and it's fun to see them as juvenile not-quite-delinquents, along with the rest of the gang. The whole thing is smart and brutally real--go read it.
The hostilities escalate. Natasha hides her toiletries and sleeps in her favorite jeans. She lurks in the library, with its battered collection of paperbacks and Bruce's silent company, or outside in the bushes lining the side lawn, away from the courtyard—Cherie's domain—and the basketball court—Danny's. Some of the other kids send her pitying looks, but mostly they're just glad not to be a target.
Danny, though… Danny makes a point of tugging her braid most mornings at the bus stop, as well as delivering one filthy innuendo or another. Making her blush or blanch seems to have become his mission in life. He ignores her sharp 'Stop its' and her knocking his hands away.
Cherie's gaze turns stonier every time he does it. There are barbs, whispers, insults.
Arriving at the science classroom makes her physically sick to her stomach.
"Fair maiden!" Golden-haired Thor has reached the door before her, and he steps aside with a bow and a flourish, holding it open for her. She has a momentary flash of warmth before reality in the form of Cherie's glowering face dashes ice over her.
The teacher dims the lights, fires up a Power Point presentation, and for a few moments Natasha relaxes under the cover of darkness.
Then something flicks onto the back of her shoulder.
A smothered giggle from behind her sends her stomach plummeting, but she starts to turn, to knock whatever disgusting thing has been thrown at her off of her back.
"Don't move!" A low mutter raps out from her other side, and Natasha freezes.
Something whizzes past her, barely skimming her back and the braid lying along her spine. She looks down, and a huge wad of virulent green gum, caught on a thick rubber band, is now lying in the aisle. She turns; Clint is staring his hands, folded innocently on his lab table.
Natasha waits, gaze fixed on him, until he feels its weight and sneaks a glance at her. 'Thanks', she mouths, and he lifts one shoulder in a shrug.
They never catch him at it.
Two for the show