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It was the beginning of a new year, a new batch of frightened students straight out of middle school, a new batch of optimistic teachers. She’d seen it all before, nothing could phase her, at least that was what she thought.
As Natasha walked into school that day, weaving between the bustling students with practised ease, entering the only escape from the hustle and bustle of school she knew, her classroom. She sank down into her chair sighing, she’d only been in school for 20 minutes and was already tired. That was when she noticed her usual pristine desk had a cup of coffee resting on it. That wasn’t her coffee, yet it had her name on it. How odd. she thought as she picked up the cup and stood up, walking across the hall to Carol Danvers' classroom, the rather loud and, in her opinion, annoying maths teacher.
“Danvers, who left coffee in my classroom this morning?” she said in her usual cold tone as Carol turned around with her classic wide smile, the kind that made Natasha want to do nothing else but punch her. “Coffee? Ah yes, the new english teacher brought everyone a cup this morning in the meeting”
natsha nodded, classic. The new teacher trying to suck up to everyone else, but then she paused… “What meeting?”
Carol simply gave her an obnoxious laugh and grinned “why of course the staff meeting we were all told to go to this morning, the one where she introduced herself, and let me guess, the one you missed?”
The blonde assumed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, but of course Natasha had in fact missed the meeting. She always missed meetings, and no one ever brought her upon it, simply because they were all too scared of her too.
“And this mysterious new teacher brought everyone coffee?” Natasha asked in a rather condescending tone, feeling more bitter than she would like to admit. She shouldn't care about some new teacher getting everyone's attention, she had never cared before, but something about this felt oddly different… Luckily she was soon snapped out of her thoughts by Carol's voice “yeah, i think her name was Wendy- no Wanda Maximoff? Well something like that, she seemed nice tho, definitely too nice for you” Carol said laughing… Which only made Natasha even more mad.
“Oh shut up carol, just because she brought you coffee doesn’t mean she's your new best friend” natasha said rather coldly as she walked out the classroom, leaving Carol to frown on her own.
It was now lunch time, and this new mysterious, so called ‘kind’ english teacher was yet to show her face, but of course Natasha didn't care. She doesn't bother herself with such trivial things as work gossip… right? As much as she hates to admit it, this new woman does sound oddly interesting… Stop it nat. You're better than this.
Soon the end of the day came, she'd survived the first day back without shouting at a kid, a new record for her. But she was also proud that she’d managed to forget fully about this new teacher, well that was until she was walking into the copier room and accidentally banged into someone, feeling coffee spilling on her. ironic.
“Hey?! watch where you're going idio- "Natasha started, “Sorry sorry-” the brunette in front of her mumbled, already terrified of Natasha… but Romanoff quickly stopped complaining when her cold grey eyes met the warmth of the emerald ones opposite her. Wanda grabbed a cloth from the side and started wiping down Natasha's shirt as Nat tried to regain her composure. “You uh- you must be wanda?” she said, clearing her throat. “Yeah that's me…” Wanda said, a bit scared, looking up at Natasha, still holding the cloth and glancing back to her shirt. “Oh don’t worry about it- i have a spare shirt” Natasha said, a small smile creeping on her face at how panicked Wanda looked, but before the brunette could say anything else Natasha turned and left.