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The elevator, you had to get to the elevator, then you had a fleeting chance of getting out of this. If you could reach your room you would be truly safe, but first, you had to get past the obstacle in the kitchen.
A plan had to come fast; any moment they would realize you weren’t in the convergence room anymore. You had just sneaked inside the kitchen and were watching Bucky, who was drinking coffee while leaning against the counter. Very aware of his super soldier reflexes you had to be careful while hiding behind the kitchen block.
Crying small victory when you hear your name being yelled by Steve. Being the ever-good friend, Bucky immediately walks in Steve’s direction to ask what the problem is. This cause the kitchen to be vacant. You make a beeline for the elevator. The feeling of victory was blooming.
Just before you were about to hit the button to go up, all your hope was dashed. A hand gripped your wrist.
“going somewhere?” the redhead asks with a raised eyebrow.
“mom?!” you hadn’t expected her to react so fast, then again this was the Black Widow we were talking about.
“I… I was just going to my room. I have forgotten something.” You try getting your hand free and walking away. Natasha, on the other hand, didn’t let you get away, of course, you could break away easily but you didn’t even try.
“no, you don’t,” she stated firmly.
“we are going back to that meeting and hear the end of it.” She was dragging you along.
“but… but I don’t want to.” You pouted, at this point, you didn’t really care if you were whining or not.
“(Y/N) stop acting so childish, you are not a toddler anymore.” Even when she said that you still wanted to throw a tantrum if it mends you could get out of this. With anybody other than Natasha you would have just broken free and walked away.
Natasha had taken the place of your mother for years now. She was the person to make you a person again, instead of a weapon. Before you had been taken in by the Avengers you were a Hydra experiment, the x attempt to recreate the super soldier serum. Unlike Bucky, you hadn’t been brainwashed.
being taken at a young age caused you not to remember what your real parents looked like or if they were even alive. So, whenever you thought of home, Natasha appeared in your mind. She was the one to care for you when you mentally couldn’t handle something when you needed reintroduction into the world when you had nightmares. In every sense of the word, she was your mother.
She would always tell that your past didn’t make you a freak, you were always given choices. Accept now apparently.
“why do I have to? I don’t want to do this.” You were back to whining again, hoping your puppy dog eyes would save you.
“because this will be good for you. Besides I will be going with you.” Natasha was looking over her shoulder at you. Sighting in defeat you accepted your fate.
The crowd in front of you was much scarier than any treat you had faced before. Bad guy’s you knew how to handle, teenagers, not so much.
“come on (Y/N), it is not that bad,” Natasha stated from the driver’s seat of the car.
“mom please don’t make me do this. I will do anything, get a job, finish my degree in homeschool, but please don’t make me go in there.” You pleaded for the 100th time.
“we talked about this. We have reports of something unusual going on here and you are the only one who can blend in at the local high school. I know you hate being around so many people, but we didn’t have another option. I’m sorry sweaty.” Natasha gave you a final kiss on the head before putting the car into gear, signalling you to step out the car.
“fine, but you guys owe me, big time.” When you open the door Natasha’s demeanour changes immediately, for the chance there was somebody who was listening.
“have a nice day sweetheart. I will pick you up after.” She says when you step out. You watch her drive away gripping her backpack straps and drawing in a calming breath.
Someone was walking up to you, feeling your whole body tense.
“Hello, my name is Betty Cooper and I’m you welcome to Riverdale high.” A shipper blond exclaimed, what looks like to be a well-rehearsed line. You tried to put on a smile, but it felled forced. You had zero social skills when it came to be being around people your own age.
“Hello, my name is (Y/N) Romanoff.” You say while extending your hand. Betty shook it and started to lead you toward the school.
“so first I will take you to your locker and then I will give you a tour around the school. I have already checked your schedule and we share most of our classes, so if you have any questions, I am happy to answer them for you.” By the time it was lunch Betty had taken you around the whole school. It seems like the girl couldn’t stop talking, she kept going on about things you had no clue about.
luckily she didn’t ask much input from you, so you had settled with a bored look on your face, waiting for Betty’s friends to arrive.
You were waiting like that when a group of girls, led by fears looking redhead approached you two.
“Cousin Betty, I see you have picked up another sad excuse for you sad breakfast club.” The redhead spoke while looking you over. The girls behind her only smirked at you. You only raised an eyebrow, not responding just jet. The girl had the spirit you had to give her that, she was also hot.
“Well aren’t you a feisty one, Red.” You say to her after she gave you a one over. A fast disappearing blush flashed over her face.
“listen here, newbie, nobody talks to me like that. Especially not somebody dressed as they walked out of an 80’s movie.” You heard the venom behind her words and guest they were supposed to hurt your feelings, but you weren’t insulted fast.
well not anymore, you had learned to control your temper. Let keep it at that that an angry you was not something pretty.
“I know right, my uncle Steve has the worst taste when it comes to fashion. They are comfy as hell though.” You fire back. Looking at you hoody, one with an American flag on it and at least two sizes too big. It was perfect to sell your cover without showing off your extended muscles that came with being a super soldier.
“whatever, you aren’t worth my time.” With that, she walked away, followed with her girl squad.
“well with that you have also met Cheryl Blossom, head cheerleader and queen bee of Riverdale.” Betty snarked. Your interest is however drawn to the girls last name.
“Blossom?” you sound surprised.
“you know them?” Betty asked her interest peaked.
“my mom and I have bought the house next to the Blossom’s.” you state matter of facts. The house you and your mother were staying in wasn’t that fancy when you first saw it. It was no Avengers tower, but you and your mother renovated it. Now it had a fully equipped gym, computer room, full of Stark tech. Betty seemed to step in her tracks.
“you mean you are the rich family who has bought the mansion next to the Blossom’s?” it was almost like you had told her that your mother was a Russian spy, what she actually was, but that was beside the point.
“well, I wouldn’t call it a mansion our previous house was bigger.” Not that anything could tip the Avengers tower. Betty also seemed to catch your discomfort.
“sorry, I didn’t mean to react like that.”
“it’s okay.” You tried to give her a reassuring smile. The next time you were interrupted when Veronica and Archie joined the two of you.
“guy’s I like you to meet (Y/N) Romanoff, she just transferred here from New York.” This time when Betty mentioned you were new; you were met with nothing but smiles.
“hey (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you I’m Veronica Lodge an this is Archie Andrews.” The black-haired girl introduced herself, with as much confidence as you had seen in the redhead just moments before. Over lunch, you hot to know the three better and also learned that there was another boy named Jughead Jones. They also fill you in about the murder that had just happened at the start of the school year, Jason Blossom. Jason was apparently Cheryl’s twin brother, who had a relationship with Betty's older sister Polly and even had gotten her pregnant.
there were a couple of rumours going around, one of them was that Jason was selling drugs for the south side serpents, the local biker club. For a little town, there sure was a lot going on.
The end of the day was there faster than expected and as promised your mother was there to pick you up.
“Hey sweetie, how was your first day?” was the first question she asked when you stepped into the car.
“lets just say, that it feels like I have landed in teen drama.” Natasha couldn’t hold back her laughter as you summary’s your day.
“so it wasn’t that bad.” She teased and just give her a pointed look.