Marvel one-shots

14. Fight P1 - Natasha Romanoff

A/n

The next few one-shots might be mama Nat 😂 Been reading a load of those one-shots, so yeah.

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Age: 14

I walked down the corridor of my high school, my bag hanging loosely in my right hand. The halls weren't too busy at lunch. I went to my locker and opened it, before shoving the bag in and slamming the door. Behind it was the boy I hated most. Jensen. He was a Junior (16) and I was in my Freshman year.

"Sup pretty-face," he drawled as I glared at him.

"What is your problem?" I asked, sighing.

"Just enjoy irritating you I guess," he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and pushed past him, using my shoulder to shove him away.

"For a Romanoff, not much of a fighter are you?" he called with a laugh.

I ignored him, until he called, "Looks like your mom isn't half as good as she makes out, is she?"

I stopped and felt my anger burning in me. I didn't care if he insulted me, but insulting my mom?No way in hell. Turning, my emerald green stare pierced into his brown eyes.

"What?" I demanded.

"I said, your mom raised some piece of shit. Just like her I guess," Jensen sneered.

Struggling to keep my anger bottled up, I went up to him until I was right in his face. He looked down at me with a laugh. I felt his breath on my face, which I hated, but I didn't back away.

"Insult again," I challenged with gritted teeth.

Jensen smirked.

"Stupid. Little. Freak."

He spat each word separately, with menace dripping off each word. I clenched my fist and punched his face hard enough he was knocked back into the locker. Jensen laughed, balancing himself, readying for a fight.

"Come on then, fight me, bet you won't, will you?" Jensen challenged, trying to make himself look stronger.

Feeling rage speeding through my veins, I grabbed his collar and shoved him against the locker, punching him repeatedly in his face. Jensen fought back - of course - and his size and strength gained him an advantage. I yelled as he punched my stomach hard, causing me to gag. Seizing the opportunity, he grabbed my hair and threw me against the lockers. The impact made me lose balance for a second and I stumbled to keep my balance. He threw me to the ground and kicked my chest. I dragged myself away and stood up, pain in my stomach and side.

"Weak freak!" Jensen jeered, holding his fists to his face as if he was boxing.

Idiot. I rolled my eyes before pummelling my smaller body into his, sending him backwards. By now, people had crowded around and were chanting, "Fight, fight, fight!"

Adrenaline rushed through me and I put everything into my punches, managing to successfully dodge some of his hits. I was weakening him. I could tell. Suddenly, I was jolted backwards and I flailed my arms, not realising it was a teacher until I turned.

"Y/n Romanoff!" the teacher yelled, holding me back until I gave up trying.

I glared past her at Jensen who was getting to his feet.

"Principal's office, now!"

I sighed and stormed off, anger still boiling in me. I hated Jensen. I hated this stupid school. I hated everything!