A/N: Hello my lovely readers! I am back with an all new story! I know I should be working my series Hurt but I have hit a road block there. This idea came to me while blasting Taylor Swift in the shower. Probably not the best idea me to be writing this because it will be a long term commitment and (Like T Swift) I suck at long term commitments. Unfortunately this story will not leave me alone and so I have decided to write it anyway!

Here is the beginning/back story/prologue to the story. It is just to give you an idea of the basic relationships of the characters. I will be referencing pieces of their past as I write future chapters and this will help clear things up (because I suck at writing details into my real work). I am the person who will give you the entire back story before giving you anything of the real story. Sorry.

Please read and review! Let me know if I should continue with this story or if I should scrap it! I want honest opinion but please be considerate!

Alright, enough of my rambling... Enjoy!

Another High School Love Story

Prologue

Natasha Romanoff was adopted by the Rogers' family when she was eleven. She had been found in the streets of a nearby town and was immediately put into the foster care system. She bounced around homes for a while before ending up with the Rogers'. After two months with them, they wanted to adopt her. She was polite and quiet. She was sweet and caring. It was clear that her past had been a dark and terrible one and the Rogers' wanted to give her a new life that was happy and beautiful.

Her new brother, Steve, was protective of his Natasha. Nobody could get near her and nobody would try. Steve was fifteen and the quarterback of Shield High School. He was big and strong, second only to Thor Odinson, one of his close friends and Captain of the Lacrosse team. Thor was friendly to Natasha and also saw her as a sister, protected her like Steve did. In fact, all of Steve's friends, once they met Natasha, were protective of her. She was small and beautiful. She looked like she weighed less than a feather. Nobody, except Steve, new that she could kick anyone's ass, even Thor's. She had been taking martial arts training classes since she had been in the foster care system, as long as her foster parents had allowed it. Even before that, she had been trained in many different forms of fighting styles.

Four years later, Natasha had started high school with her friends Tony Stark, Bruce Banner and Clint Barton. She had met Clint on her first day of school four years ago. He had tried to be friends with her, but she was distant and cold. He could see she was trying to protect herself by putting up walls. So he made it his mission to draw her out and bring down those walls. He wanted to show her not everyone was out to hurt her. Eventually she let him in and told him about her past. They became inseparable. She allowed Bruce, Clint's friend, into her small circle and with Bruce came Tony. Those two were what everyone called 'Science Bros'. They did all sorts of crazy experiments in Tony's personal lab. Howard Stark, Tony's father, was a billionaire and had built his son a lab so he would stay out Howard's way.

Now they were all freshman at Shield High School. A lot of the students and teachers already knew who Natasha was because they had known Steve, who was now a freshman at the local community college.

On New Year's Eve, Natasha's parents went to a holiday party at a friend's house. Natasha and Steve stayed home and were allowed to invite some friends over to celebrate. Around one in the morning, when everyone was ready to crash for the night, Steve received a phone call. Their parents had been killed in a car accident, hit by a drunk driver. Steve was devastated and Natasha was afraid she'd be taken away. Steve promised he would never let that happen. He took guardianship of Natasha since he was nineteen and legally able to do so. They lived in their parents' house and Steve took over the family's business. The Rogers' owned a small inn in town. The manager there had known Steve since he was a child and had work as manager at the Inn for nearly as long. He helped Steve run the place.

Steve was even more protective of Natasha after the accident. He didn't let her stay out past nine o'clock at night and sometimes ten o'clock on weekends. He only trusted himself, Thor and Clint to drive her around. She refused to even learn how to drive.

Two years later, Natasha was seventeen and Steve was twenty one. The family inn was doing well. They were making good money. Steve saved that money and only used it for paying bills. Neither of them were big shoppers so they only spent the money on what they needed. Each of the them had a good size savings account and their parents had left them with a lot of money in trust accounts for when the turn twenty five. Needless to say the two were rather well off. Nowhere near as rich as Tony, but then again nobody was as rich as Tony.

Natasha still went to high school and worked at the inn part time. Every other moment of her life was dedicated to four things. School, gymnastics- which she had taken up when she was twelve, martial arts- because Steve wouldn't let her quit (not that she wanted to), and her best friend, Clint. Between these four things she barely had any free time, though technically time with Clint was her free time.

Steve made sure she did well in school, but that was never a problem. She kept her grades up because she wanted to go to a good college after she graduated. She was great at her martial arts and gymnastics. Many thought she would've started competing in these sports but she doesn't like the competition aspect of training. It takes up so much time and energy so she doesn't focus all her energy on them.

Clint, her absolute best friend, was who she spent most of her time with. He was in all of her classes in school and he was nearly always with her outside of school. He drove her back and forth to her practices most days. He spent most of his time at her house, whether they were studying or watching movies or just hanging out. Sometimes they decided to be at his house for a change of scenery. His uncle/guardian, Phil Coulson, worked as the high school's guidance counselor. He was perfectly fine with them being alone together. He trusted them to make the right decisions and not get in trouble. Steve was just as lenient.

Natasha had been in love with Clint since freshman year. She supposed she had been in love with him before then, but she had finally realized it after her parents were killed. He stayed with her for a week and only left when he absolutely had to. He stayed by her side at the funeral and comforted her whenever she needed it. Sometimes in the middle of the night, when she had nightmares about her past, she would call him just to hear his voice and he would know something was wrong. He would come over to her house and lay with her until she fell back asleep. They would share her bed on those nights and nothing would change between them. Nothing ever turned romantic, though sometimes Natasha wished it would.

One night, she had called him after an especially bad dream. It was about her parents' car accident. She had dreamed that she was taken away from Steve and her home and she was sent back to her old life. Clint stayed on the phone listening to her cry as he made his way over to her house. He let himself in with the key they gave him. Rushing to her room, he had pulled her into his embrace and held her until they had to get ready for school. Steve said that they could skip, that he would call them out, so Natasha could get some rest. Steve knew her nightmares were bad and that most nights she barely slept. He also knew that on these nights Clint got less sleep than Natasha.

So Steve called Coulson and told him that Natasha and Clint would be staying home that day. Clint stayed with Natasha at her house. He got her to shower and eat, then they settled in her bed. She fell asleep listening to his heartbeat with the promise that if she had a nightmare, he would be there to pull her out.

This was when she realized she loved him. Knowing he would stay with her when she needed him and that he would protect her from her demons. He knew her past and didn't pity her. Once, he had told her that he would never wish for a different past for her because they would have never met. He would have never found his best friend. He would be lost without her. She had blushed when he said it.

Everyone could tell Natasha had strong feelings for Clint, everyone except Clint. He seemed to be the only one oblivious to her love. Sometimes she would just stare at him, whether he was working on his archery or he was studying or they were just relaxing. She would watch him and he wouldn't notice. Or so she thought.

In truth, Clint Barton was very much in love with Natasha. He hid it because he didn't want to ruin their friendship. He didn't know the extent of her feelings towards him. They have both said 'I love you' on more than one occasion, but to know if it was out of simple affection for their best friend or true passion of a lover was hard to determine. If he told her how much he loved her he felt he could push her away forever and didn't want to risk losing her. He would rather suffer in silence and stay close to her.

Natasha thought the same exact thing. Everyone could see how much they loved each other. Their friends were constantly trying to talk either Clint or Natasha into telling the other. But they remained adamant, both refusing to budge.

Unfortunately, the events that were soon to unfold, would change their entire dynamic. Their world will be tilted off it's axis and pushed out of orbit. Things will change, for the better, for the worse and for the rest of their lives...

A/N: Okay, now you must review! Let me know if you wish to see more or if I should just delete the story and not finish it! I'm torn and I need your help!