So this is my first Hawkeye fanfic! It may come across as a bit OOC but it's AU so some of it will have to be and there will be bits where I have taken some creative licencing around different things but some of it will slip into place eventually I promise!

Unfortunately I don't own Marvel or any of its characters or Clintasha would take over the world.

I also, unfortunately don't own Jeremy Renner either much to my own disappointment.

I hated being the new kid but that was pretty much what my whole education had consisted of, moving from place to place and never really having a sense of home or stability. My mom bounced from job to job and from town to town but she had sworn to me that that would be the last time we moved.

The school was like every other school, similar layout same lessons same types of people. I had grabbed my timetable from the front desk and saw that I actually had it pretty decent I would probably be miles ahead of everybody else so I could relax a little at least.

English was first, the teacher, Mrs Carter, had let me just sit at a spare desk at the back with none of the humiliating introductions, and I was right I had already read Wuthering Heights a dozen times and Mrs Carter had obviously taken the time to read my transferred work and offered to let me just read the book through the lesson until the rest of the class caught up. I wasn't going to complain, I loved the book. I was just about to get to the part where Cathy dies when the door burst open and in strolled a boy, quite short in height but well-built with muscular arms and a visibly toned torso through his black skin tight base layer. Mrs Carter didn't look up from her computer as she spoke.

'Ah, Mr Barton, you have finally decided to join us how very kind of you. If you could find your seat before class ends that would be good,' he slumped in his seat and threw his bag underneath the table, 'and lose the shades' she added. He huffed and took the wrap arounds off putting them in front of him. She carried on with class but went over to him and muttered something about she was sick of his attitude and would see him after the bell. I continued to quietly read but stole glances at the boy who ran his hands through his spiky brown hair and kept quiet for the rest of the time. The bell snapped me out of Wuthering Heights and I packed my things ready to leave Mrs Carter intercepted me before I got to the door. 'Natasha could you wait outside for a moment please?' she asked

'Um, yeah sure' I replied stealing another glance at him as I walked past. I stood at the little radiator outside the room, there was nowhere else really to stand without going around the corner and losing sight of the classroom, and I was sure that Mrs Carter meant for me to hear their conversation. She spoke loudly enough for me to anyway.

'Clint, what's your excuse this time?' she asked

'Slept in'

'This is the fifth time since term, you are behind with your classes and I don't see you making much effort to catch up.' She retorted

'I guess I'm not academically inclined' I could hear the sarcasm in his voice and smiled, he was either really ballsy or stupid

'Well you need to get yourself more academically inclined Mr Barton. As of now I am signing you as ineligible for the school teams, I have warned you before that this would happen and I now have no choice. However, I may have a solution,' he looked devastated tears filled his eyes. She turned to the door and waved to me 'Miss Romanoff could you come here please' I slowly entered the classroom, face burning from embarrassment, and came face to face with him I smiled nervously and looked at the ground. 'Right Clint Barton this is Natasha Romanoff. Natasha is new here and I think she could benefit from having someone to show her to her classes and around the school. You have identical timetables so you can work together, Clint you ensure Natasha gets to classes and Natasha in return could you help him to catch up with his school work? Also, Mr Barton, training for the teams are cancelled for you to enable more study time' He was looking at me intently like he was hanging on my next words. I looked into his blue eyes that were clearly begging for me to bail him out. I also happened to notice that he was pretty cute and had a face that had mischief written all over it.

'Yeah sure why not' I was positive the corners of his mouth twitched upwards

'Right, fantastic. If you can get caught up with all of your classes then we can review your placings on the school teams. Natasha, if he does not take this seriously or you feel that he is not cooperating please inform me' I nodded in agreement, 'this classroom is free I suggest you use it' Mrs Carter left us alone and Clint dropped to the floor with his back pressed against the wall. I didn't really know what to do, we hadn't even spoken to each other and I was expected to tutor him, I sat on the floor opposite him and opened my bag to find my timetable. There were plenty of free periods, luckily this school didn't make you take lots of subjects just the bare minimum. Clint hadn't moved or stopped staring at the ground.

'So...Um…Clint' his head shot up

'I was just thinking about how much this sucks' he mumbled

'Well she said if you catch up you can play again so I guess it's not all doom and gloom even though you're stuck with the newbie'

'I'm sorry, that was pretty rude, let me start again. I was just thinking about how my dad's going to react to this. He's going to be pissed. He will stop me from playing Hockey for sure.'

'This place has a hockey team?' I asked confused my last schools didn't.

'Oh, no its one team we don't have actually. I play hockey outside of school'

'So what school team are you on?' I asked as I began to pull out my notebook and he did the same

'Boxing, Soccer, Gymnastics and Track' I felt my jaw drop, 'But I only compete in Boxing properly I'm kinda the reserve for the others but I like to go training. I only play like every other soccer game and run the relay for track. Gymnastics is more of a hobby' he shrugged

'Wow that's pretty amazing but I'm gonna guess your love for sports is what has gotten you into this situation.' He grinned, damn his smile was amazing

'Yeah pretty much I don't like being cooped up in a classroom'

'So what exactly are you behind with, if you let me know I can grab my notes from my house' I opened my notebook ready to write the subjects down. He thought for a moment before answering.

'Everything except gym and math'

Dear lord what had I gotten myself into.

Clint is an absolute scream! Behind with everything :')

Don't worry though Miss Romanoff to the rescue!

Also, just as a quick warning, this story will jump about a bit- as in there will be a couple of chapters where they are in school and then it will move to where they are older etc. Don't worry though, I'll let you know when it happens!