Highschool (Teen/Adult)

Clint smiles. "I love you too."

"What do you wanna do?" She asks, playing with his hair.

"Its up to you, babe." He smiles. He had already gone soft.

"Wanna go for a walk?" She asks, smiling.

"Sure. Is it okay if Chance comes?" Clint asks.

"Of course." She smiles, pulling away to get her shoes and jacket.

Clint smiles, pulling on his sneakers and jacket.

Natasha sat downstairs, working on her English. She had a hard time writing it, and most of the time, she accidentally switched to Russian without realising.

She pulls on her Converse and tugs on her jacket.

Michael sits with Dylan on the couch. "We should get a goat." Dylan says and Michael chuckles. "We should".

Natasha sat on the single couch, not too far away from them, practicing her handwriting in English on dotted letters of the alphabet. Having to do preschooler work to get her hand used to it. Being left-handed.

Clint smiles, getting up, waiting for her at the door.

"I'll call my grandma." He says, standing up.

She follows him out.

Natasha rested her cheek against the palm of her right hand. Really struggling on the written work.

"Need some help?" Dylan asks.

Natasha looks up to him. "Please.." She nods softly.

He moves closer to her, looking at the paper. "What part are you on?"

"Just basic sentences.. but I keep writing one or two words, then I start to write in Russian." Natasha sighs, showing him what she means.

"Slow down a bit, think over each word as you right." He says, smiling.

"I know, but I forget the words, and fill them in with the Russian equivalent." Natasha tells him, her emerald eyes watching him. "My English tutor makes me read the dictionary when my reading isn't great." She sighs. "He doesn't even teach me, I'm lucly I can speak English."

"That sucks." He frowns. "Where are the sentences you're supposed to write?"

Natasha nods, pointing to the sentences which were in Russian, and she had to write them in English. She reads them aloud easily in her native tongue, looking to him. They were preschool sentences like: The fox jumps over the fence.

"You're lucky I took Russian in highschool." Dylan chuckles, writing them in English on a separate piece of paper.

Natasha smiles. "Thank you." She says in Russian. "How do you translate them like that?" She asks softly.

He explains some of the more basic letter and pronunciation translations to her, smiling softly.

Natasha smiles. "Wow, its kinda easy now someone's actually taught me." She says softly. "Thank you." She hugs him, then finishing off her work, going slow like he had said.

He hugs back, smiling. "No problem."

Natasha smiles, finishing. She sighs, leaning back. "Finally." She reclines the chair, grinning up to him.