"Steve, Hurry Up!" The red moaned.

"I swear to God!" She warned.

Natasha Romamoff was the young annoyed red head, waiting for her best friend to hurry up. The youngster was losing her temper and was on the verge of kicking down the door.

"STEVEN GRANT ROGERS OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!" She yelled as pounding her petite fist on his door.

"Finally." She sighed as he opened the door.
"Jesus Nat." He groaned.

"Don't.. You said you would pick me up. Now I'm late because of your infidelity!" She whined.

"I'm sorry. I'm just so hangover from yesterday's game. It was hard you know. They tackle really hard." Steve said whilst touching his arm.

"But as Captain you still won." She smiled.

"Thanks Red. Now let's go, so that we aren't late!" He said cheerfully.

Natasha halted and glared into his eyes.
She huffed in frustration and threw her hands into the air.

"I can't believe you." She finally blurted out.

"What?" He asked confused.

She slapped his arm and pulled out her phone and showed him the time.

"This is what." She cringed.

Together they ran to their MFL lesson that was, basically on the other side of the campus. Natasha was eager to get there because she loved MFL. Whilst Steve, just wanted to make his red head happy.

They made it, but they were late.

"Ms.Romanoff, and Captain Rogers, you two are very late. Why is that?" Their teacher asked.

"Fondue?" Someone said.

"Shut it Stark!" They both commenced at the brown haired boy, who sunk back into his chair.

"Take a seat." She gestured.

They both went to the back and took a seat.

"This was all your fault, fucking moron." She muttered.

"Keep your red hair on bitch." Steve muttered back.

They look at each other and laughed quietly.

"Hey Steve." A voice said to the left of him.

That girl was a blonde hair, brown eyed, girl who was Sharon Carter.

"Hey, Sharon." He replied.

"Was a good game back there, how do you do it?" She asked in a flirtatious voice, and rubbing her leg.

Natasha felt like a hundred needles it her right in the heart. She hated Sharon. Ever since Steve and Natasha friends, Sharon had been darting her way in, always. She had been so mean to Natasha and picked on her, or made small remarks.

Steve glanced back at Natasha who was fiddling with her pen.

"You Ok?" He whispered.

She looked at Steve and gave him and weak smile.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" She replied with a fake smile.

He smiled before facing back to Sharon. Natasha looked at her and she grinned evilly at her, and flicked her hair.

"Romanov, Red!" Stark called.

"Huh?" She replied.

"You Ok? I saw Sharon, and uh." He said not finishing his sentence.

"Yes. I'm ok." She said getting annoyed.

"Are You.."

Stark was cut off by Natasha storming out the room.

The two friends looked at each other and stood up and were about to chase her.

"There's no point. She just goes back to her dorm..and cries." Sharon said whilst picking her nails.

"Really? By the looks of it ,YOU, have done something wrong." Stark pointed out.

"Tony?" Steve asked.

"And your blind to see it. Come on Clint." He said whilst grabbing his bag.
The brown haired, grey eyed, tall boy followed after Tony and together went to search for that certain red head.