Part 5

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As Natasha opened her locker a note fell out she quickly picked it up and read it.

Dear Natasha,
Music and dancing, what a dream and what a great place to have a first date. Natasha Romanova please turn around and answer me.

Natasha furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she turned around. There stood the blonde, muscular guy she has a crush on with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

"Will you go to home coming with me" he asked a smile on his face his blue eyes longing for an answer

Natasha smiled back "I would love to go to homecoming with you"

His eyes shimmered and his smile grew bigger, he then ran up and hugged her.

"I'll pick you up at 8 o'clock" he said as he pulled away from the hug

Natasha nodded and he walked away

At lunch Natasha met up with the gang outside.

"Where are we going" Clint asked curiously as they all hopped into Natasha's car

"You'll see" she replied as she began to drive

Shortly after they all arrived at their destination

"An abandoned library" Clint asked with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion

"I don't get it" T'challa added

"The greasers and the sox's have there own 'turf' as they like to call it" Natasha said air quoting the word turf

"We need our own 'turf'" Maria added

"Still don't get it" T'challa said confused

"We're gonna turn the old library into a restaurant" Natasha stated

"With who's money" Clint asked

"My dad's and Maria's agreed to split the bill" Natasha replied

"Okay if you say so" Clint said with a shrug

"Let's get started" Maria said as she hopped out of the car

After an hour it was time to head back to school. As Natasha arrived to her last class of the day she sat down beside Steve.

"Where'd you go" he asked curiously

Natasha looked at him confused for a second till she figured out what he was talking about."You'll see eventually" she replied

Now it was his turn to give her a confused look which she just chuckled at in return.

A/N
I know this is a short chapter, sorry about that.

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