a/n: ASDFGHJKL I AM SO SORRY THAT I AM SO CRUEL! I just am having extreme writers block, but now, I promise, I will update okay? Not every day, once a week? Maybe? I'll try. Thanks for sticking with me.\

Plus- HERE'S NATASHA xD

-Kitty

Chapter 10:

I stood in the middle of my walk-in closet, trying to find something to wear.

"Too fancy." I sighed, tossing an outfit to the side.

"Trying too hard" I sighed again

"Not me"

"Too... me"

"I give up!" I screeched.

There was a knock at my door.

"Who is it?" I growled.

"It's Nat." Natasha answered.

Thank the Lord for Natasha Romanoff.

I started hanging out with Natasha bunches recently. She seems to be the only person who gets me, or as Clint puts it "Gingers don't have souls, but they have this magic communication 6th sense where they automatically know when another ginger is stressed and they go to their rescue."

Ever sense I became the third ginger in the "collective group of avengers and such" it seems like the reason for everything is "Gingers don't have souls." Therefore, Nat and I take that literally, and pretty much torture anyone who claims we don't have a soul.

"Naaaaaat." I moaned as I walked over to the door and opened it.

Natasha took one look at my washed hair, sudden use of makeup, and destroyed closet, and her deductive reasoning skills kicked in.

"Who is he, Do you need a ride, be home by 10, I swear I won't tell." Natasha said all at once.

"Just some guy from school." I mumbled. "I need help finding something to wear."

"You're asking the wrong person. I kill every guy I date. Plus, you are way too young to be dressing like I dress on most dates..." Natasha rambled on.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Never mind. You should ask Pepper. She's the one that knows this kind of stuff."

"Absolutely not!" I shouted. "Please, just, tell me what stuff you don't like or something"

Eventually Natasha and I decided on a long-sleeved, vintage shirt with a picture of the British flag. I wanted to wear one of my Doctor Who shirts but Natasha insisted that if I did, I would end up talking about Doctor Who, reference to the shirt, and then my date would be staring at my boobs.

My God, Natasha. I'm in High School, You're creeping me out.

Of course, I wore my cutoffs, and I grabbed my replica fourth doctor scarf, since it is winter in New York, but I hate pants (Even with the prosthetics, pants look freakish on me), and I'm petite, therefore ever coat I own eats me alive. Plus, it was a hidden reference. I love hidden references. You find out who really is a fan, and who's a poser.

"Thanks a lot, Nat." I said as she dropped me off at the theatre.

"No problem, lil' Tess." She said scruffing my hair.

"Hey. It took a lot to get it to stay this way!" I said in reference to my itty bitty top knot.

"I know" She winked.