10 Things I Hate About You [b.b au] [2/10]
Series Title: 10 Things I Hate About You (AU)
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Stratford!reader, Clint Barton x Stratford!Natasha, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, mentions of Sharon Carter, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark
Warnings: Alternate Universe, mild swearing
Word Count: 1,637
Requested: Yes! By all of you guys xx
Description: Y/N and Natasha Straford’s house rules say that Nat can’t date until Y/N has a boyfriend, so strings are pulled to set the dour damsel up for a romance. Soon Y/N crosses paths with handsome Bucky Barnes. Will Y/N let her guard down enough to fall for the effortlessly charming Bucky?
Disclaimer: not my gif
[Y/N] = your first name
Natasha sat down during lunch the next day, ready to get her French study session over with. She was looking for a little additional help and Clint, the new kid had volunteered his time to help her out. She glanced around the library and quickly spotted his sandy blond hair. “Hi.” She greeted, putting her Prada backpack on the chair next to her as she took a seat opposite Clint. “Do you mind making this quick? Peter Quill and Gamora whats-her-name are having a very dramatic public break-up on the quad… again.” Nat gushed, grinning at the thought of it before taking in Clint’s appearance. She was surprised to see that Clint was actually attractive, unlike some of the tutors at Stark High School.
Clint snapped out of his dreamy gaze on Nat and nodded. “Oh, yeah, um, okay.” He flipped through the French textbook he had gotten just to spend time with Natasha. “I thought that we’d, um, start with pronunciation, if that’s all right with you,” Clint suggested, looking up at Nat to see what she thought.
Nat scrunched up her nose, smoothing her red hair behind her ears. “Not the hacking and gagging and spitting part, please.” She joked, giving Clint a smile that she didn’t realise had him stunned.
“Well, uh, there is an alternative,” Clint said, thinking quick on his feet
This caught Nat’s attention as she sat up straighter in her seat. “There is?”
“Yeah, French food.” Clint smiled. “We could eat some together, uh, Saturday night?” he suggested, and Natasha raised an eyebrow.
“Wait a minute,” Nat requested, letting out a light laugh. “Are you asking me out?” she asked rhetorically before cooing. “That’s adorable. What did you say your name again?” she asked and Clint’s smile fell.
“Clint.” He told her. “Listen, I know that your dad doesn’t let you date, but I thought that if it was for French class-“
Natasha’s ears perked and she exclaimed. “Oh, wait a minute. Clive…” she began.
“Clint.” He corrected in a mumble.
Nat ignored it. “-My dad just invented a brand new rule. I can date, so long as my sister does, too.” She informed him, smiling at the clueless boy. “The problem is: my sister’s a particularly hideous breed of loser.” Nat spat out, rolling her eyes at the very thought of Y/N.
“I noticed she’s a little… antisocial sometimes,” Clint said, not wanting to agree with Nat, as he didn’t even know Y/N. “Any reason for that?”
Nat sighed, dropping her shoulders into a shrug. “Unsolved mystery.” She mused. “In fact, Y/N was way popular a while ago. Then, one day, out of nowhere, she got sick of it or something and totally changed.” Nat frowned. “But I’m pretty sure she’s just unable to interact with other humans.” She poked fun at her older sister.