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1: The New Art Teacher

"Barton! You are late!"

Natasha Romanov complained to the blond-haired man who just parked his motorcycle in front of her apartment building on the Upper West Side.

"I'm never late, you're the one who is early." Came the reply from the man.

His name was Clint Barton and he was Natasha's best friend. They both only lived a few blocks away from each other. Clint and Natasha had been friends for as long as they could remember and the two were very close that people often thought they were a couple.

"Damn girl! You look really beautiful, as usual." He whistled in appreciation as he took in her appearance for the day, "I wonder what went wrong. You've never had a real boyfriend." He complimented with a sly smile.

"Your charming words can't help you today, Barton. I'm hungry! And you know I get angry when I'm hungry!" The redhead glared at him, "We need to grab my breakfast first!"

Clint smirked, "Don't worry baby, I got you your favorite sandwich." He handed her a paper bag with her favorite tuna melt.

Natasha's face lit up instantly. "Thanks!" She exclaimed, kissing his cheek in gratitude before getting on the bike with him. "Let's go now, or Mrs. Greenburg will murder us for being late."

Her best friend just chuckled and shook his head, but did as she said. Clint sped up and managed to arrive at the campus in record time. He quickly parked at his usual place and followed Natasha who was already running to their class.

They soon arrived at their classroom, which was already full of students. A tall blond man turned to them and Natasha instantly felt the intense blue eyes of the man burning her to the core.

Earlier that morning

"Mr. Rogers, I'm so glad that you accept this job offer." Mrs. Chamberlin, Head of the Fine Arts Faculty said to the man in front of her.

Steven Rogers was a tall blond man with well-built body. Strong jawline and sharp cheekbones highlighted his handsome face, completed with a pair of deep blue eyes that could melt any woman into a pile of puddles.

"No problem, Mrs. Chamberlin. I have nothing to do anyway." Steve replied, "Perhaps teaching can help bring me a new perspective in life, so I'm glad to fill in for the time being."

And it was more or less true. Steve really had nothing to do after he had sold his business to a firm that earned him a huge amount of profit. He was rich enough to live the rest of his life without troubling anyone, especially his mother. Steve's family was already filthy rich in the first place. They owned different businesses across the country as well as overseas. His family had also been supporting the Arts Faculty in this particular campus for years. In short, the Rogers family was part of the high society and that itself made Steve an important person.

"If you could follow me then, I will show you the way to your office and classroom." The Faculty Head said and got up from her seat.

"It's okay, I think I can go to the classroom by myself, Mrs. Chamberlin."

"Many things have changed since your last visit here, Mr. Rogers."

"It's only been 7 years."

"Well, your family donated a lot of many to our faculty so we put it to good use. We built a lot of new facilities in this place."

"I'm sure my mother would be glad to hear that."

They now had come to a stop in front of a room and Mrs. Chamberlin pushed the wooden door open to reveal a spacious office for him.

"This is very nice." Steve noted, looking around the large space.

"I hope you enjoy your time here and maybe you might consider teaching here permanently." She continued, "Let's go to your class, shall we? So I can give you a proper introduction to your students."

"Please."

They walked along the hallway to Room 407, which was reserved for Senior Studio Class for Painting and Sculpting. Steve's eyes widened for the first time when he saw his old classroom had been turned into a huge auditorium, with one side for lecturing and another side served as the working station.

"There are 34 students in this class. Our finest art students are all here." Mrs. Chamberlin informed before turning to speak to the class, "Students, may I have your attention please? I have someone to introduce to you-"

"Sorry we're late!" A voice interrupted from the door.

Steve turned his head to find two people who just walked in, a guy with spiked dark blond hair and a girl with wavy shoulder-length red hair. Right away, Steve found himself mesmerized by the girl. She was without doubt one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen his entire life. His eyes took in her beauty and admired every single detail of her features. Pale skin, green eyes, red plump lips, and a body with the most enticing curves.

"Please take a seat." Mrs. Chamberlain said to the pair.

Clint pushed his best friend eagerly as the two hurried off to take their seats at the back of the class. He always loved sitting at the back of the room, only because he needed more time to sleep and he hated being the center of the teacher's attention. Every teacher in the faculty let him pass with satisfactory grades because he was an Olympic gold medalist archer. Moreover, Clint was the type who could charm his way to get what he wanted, most of the time.

But that wasn't Natasha Romanov. She was a straight-A student and on the Dean's list. She was also well on her way to become the class valedictorian. Natasha always paid her full attention in each class and any failure was simply unacceptable.

"As I was saying before Miss Romanov and Mr. Barton made their big entrance, this is Mr. Steven Rogers. He will be your teacher in replacement of Mrs. Greenburg who resigned to become a full time mother." Mrs. Chamberlin finished the introduction and allowed Steve to take over, "The floor is yours."

"Thank you." He said before turning to his students. "Alright, class. I'm here to help you with everything you need so you can graduate as a proud student from this faculty."

At the back of the class, Clint tried really hard not to fall asleep because the new teacher constantly stared at the pair who came in late.

"He's cute." Natasha whispered, "I love men in a three-piece suit."

Clint scoffed, "He is now remembering us, Nat. I'm sure he will pick on both of us."

"He doesn't seem like an art person, don't you think? He's more of an athlete guy. Look at those shoulder-to-waist ratio."

"Stop it, Nat. It sounds creepier than it should be."

His best friend didn't seem to care as she went on with her rambling, "Girls in this class will be all over him for sure."

"Miss Romanov, do we have a problem back there?" The voice startled them both and they looked up to find their new teacher regarding them with furrowed brows.

"Nothing, Mr. Rogers." Natasha hastily answered and broke eye contact with the intense blue eyes that now seemed to have the power of making her cheeks flush.

The teacher resumed his explanation, "These are very easy guides of peaceful co-existence. If you can follow all of these, we are going to do just fine."

Natasha turned to Clint again and said, "I think he can remember us both all right."

Clint and Natasha came to class earlier than the first day because Steve Rogers' primary rule for his students was to never come late to class. But now, as the two friends stood at the doorway to assert the empty class, they realized they might have arrived way too early.

"I think this time we should switch to the front row seat so it can help with our reputation." Natasha suggested.

Of course Clint refused, "Nah, he already put us on his blacklist so it won't help you that much."

"Ugh.. I hate you, Clint! Why am I even friends with you in the first place?" The redhead groaned and shoved her friend playfully.

"If you two don't mind stepping aside." A smoky voice came from behind, startling the pair.

Natasha quickly turned around to see their teacher standing there. It was the first time she noticed how small she was compared to the man in front of her. He was even taller than Clint. Natasha was only 5'3" and from her visual measurement, Steve Rogers was roughly 6'2". And right now, they were merely inches away from each other and the sudden closeness made her heart beat faster.

Thankfully, Clint pulled her away from the door so the teacher could enter the room. He didn't look at her anymore but it was her turn to not be able to take her eyes off of this fine specimen. Clint dragged Natasha inside the classroom and sat down with her in the middle of the class so they at least could blend in with other students.

Meanwhile, Natasha seemed to be in her own world as her green eyes watched every movement of her teacher and observed closely how his muscles bulged and flexed when he began taking off his well-measured suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves.

"Do you find anything interesting, Miss Romanov?" The teacher asked without looking at her.

"Nothing, sir." She answered and quickly looked away. Clint elbowed her for making them a target again for their teacher to pick on.

The tension was quickly resolved when other students started coming in. Most of the girls were racing to take seats at the front rows so they could be near the handsome teacher.

The class began as Steve introduced them to the method of painting that they would be doing for the next class and gave them a lecture about the proper use of colors, as well as some tips to pick the perfect kind of materials. When the lecture ended, he still had thirty more minutes left before the class was over.

"So, is there anything you want to know about me?" Steve asked the class, "Yesterday I didn't get a chance to get to know my students and let them learn something about their teacher in return."

Many girls eagerly raised their hands.

"Okay, everyone, you got only one question. I will go from the front to the back of this room."

"How old are you?"

"29 years old."

"What are you wearing?" The blonde girl sitting at the front row asked excitedly and flashed Steve a seductive smile.

"I don't see how that is related to the subject I'm teaching, Miss Lorraine."

"I'm just saying, you look good in it, professor." She cooed, "Come on, you look more like a model than an artist."

Natasha rolled her eyes at the openly flirty girl, but she noticed that Steve had a smile on his face for the first time. Of course he would flirt back. Lorna Lorraine was one of the sexiest students, not to mention she was the star of the Arts Faculty in terms of her beauty.

But Steve's smile was pleasant and it really suited him, making him appear younger and even more handsome. Once again, Natasha found her thoughts drift off elsewhere because of this new teacher. She listened as Steve answered all the stupid questions each girl came up with while the boys just asked simple, impersonal things that wouldn't make him feel more uncomfortable than he already was.

Natasha watched him closely, observing the way his charming self captured every girl in the room, to the point that Natasha was sure that if he asked them to drop their pants, all the girls would do it for him. His attractive smile alone could melt hearts. And with those beautiful ocean-blue eyes, he was even sexier.

"Okay, the last question... Miss Romanov, you look like you have a million questions to ask." Steve addressed her but Natasha had spaced out and didn't seem to hear him.

Clint elbowed her again and Natasha blurted out the words before she could stop herself.

"Why are you so sexy?"

Everyone laughed at the question and Natasha could see from the corner of her eyes that Clint already face-palmed himself. Steve stared at the redhead with his deep blue eyes which every time made her cheeks burn, yet she didn't break eye contact with him. Steve felt himself gazing back into her beautiful green eyes.

"How should I answer that question, Miss Romanov? Maybe you can tell me." He casually replied with a playful smile.

Sure it was lust at first sight. But now Steve felt there was something more that drew him toward this beautiful young woman. She had somehow captured him in a way that he couldn't really explain. No woman ever had this effect on him. He had always been the one with all the control, and as far as he was concerned, women were nothing but a game to him.

"You should be honored, prof. Nat doesn't throw compliments around, especially to guys." Clint suddenly chimed in, grinning at his best friend.

It was Natasha's turn to elbow him hard, "Shut it, Barton."

"I don't mind really, Miss Romanov." Steve's voice held a teasing tone before he turned his attention back to the class, "Okay, class dismissed for today. Don't forget to bring your equipment for the next class."

Natasha hurriedly grabbed her things and ran out of the class, feeling the teacher's eyes following her until she was out of his line of sight.

Lucky for Natasha, she didn't have to come to Steve Rogers' class on Wednesday so it saved her some embarrassment. Since her class finished early today, she planned to go to the art supplies store with Clint.

"I shouldn't choose this major." Clint muttered as they got out of the taxi, "I've wasted a lot of money on this shit."

"We create art, dummy. Who knows, someday both of us can sell our paintings for millions of dollars."

"Let's hope so, Red. We both know I can't keep shooting arrows my whole life." He half joked, earning a chuckle from Natasha.

They went inside the store and Natasha was about to take off her coat when someone came up from behind her and offered to help.

"Let me help you with that." The voice was smooth and she recognized it right away.

Natasha swiftly turned and came face to face with Steve Rogers. It rendered her speechless. Instantly she looked around for Clint, seeking his help, but her friend had already wandered off. Damn it! She seemed to run into this guy everywhere.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Rogers?" Natasha finally asked, trying to ease the awkward tension.

"Just browsing."

"Oh okay. If you excuse me, I have to find my friend and buy some art supplies for your class." She told him in hope of ending their conversation as soon as possible.

"Do you need any help?"

"No, I think I can survive shopping, Mr. Rogers."

"Please call me Steve. We aren't in class anymore."

"Aren't you here with anyone, Steve?" She asked, "Where's your girlfriend? You have a girlfriend, right?" She didn't know why she asked him that. Get a grip, Natasha!

"Why are you suddenly interested in my love life, Miss Romanov?" He replied in amusement, "Many of your classmates asked me that exact same question yesterday."

"Well, I didn't listen much."

"I don't have a girlfriend, Miss Romanov." Steve said, "I'm not interested in having a girlfriend. It's never been my priority anyway. Let's just say no one has ever had my attention."

"You're a very weird man."

He smiled fondly at her comment, but then he realized how close they were standing together and took note of the clothes she was wearing. The black tight jeans accentuated her sexy legs and from his angle, the low-cut t-shirt gave him quite a view of her cleavage. Oh-o don't you go there! She's your student and you shouldn't check her out like this, Steven!

Yet Steve knew right then and there that he was definitely attracted to her. It was frustrating for him because he didn't want to get involved with her, given that she was his student and all. It was simply inappropriate. But dear god- she was so irresistible! And the way she smirked at him, it only made Steve want to kiss her senseless.

Before either one could say or do anything that would embarrass them, the owner of the store came up to Steve, "Mr. Rogers, we will deliver your art supplies to your apartment this evening."

"Thank you, Mr. Crawford." Steve said to man before turning to Natasha again, "Well, I have to go but it's nice to see you again, Miss Romanov."

He flashed her his most charming smile as he took her hand and placed a kiss on it. He left right away and Natasha just stood there flushing deep red as she watched him get into his limo.

Natasha and Clint came to class on time again so to not give another reason for their teacher to scold them. When they walked in, Steve Rogers was preparing the centerpiece that he was going to use as a model for their class that day.

This time it was Natasha who dragged Clint to the farthest art station, away from their professor. Everyone in the class began to pick their stations and as always, Lorna Lorraine took the seat nearest to Steve so she could flirt with him.

"I think she would like to bang him." Clint told Natasha. As if she hadn't already figured it out.

"I don't think he would be interested in her. He must know that the university forbids any romantic relationship between teacher and student."

"Yeah, but he doesn't have to keep teaching like this. He's super rich, judging by his fancy limo and the clothes he wears. He could just stay home and fuck anyone he wants."

Natasha gave her best friend a pointed look, "That's very disgusting, Barton."

Clint merely shrugged, "I know but it's true. A charming guy with money to burn like that always get what he wants, especially from women."

Natasha shook her head at the comment. Maybe Clint was right about Steve, but she didn't know him well enough to judge him. After all, Clint always thought of only the worst in other people. But Natasha would like to think there was more to their professor than meet the eye.

Steve began giving them instructions on how he wanted the work to be done. Everyone fell into silence save for the sound of pencils scratching on papers. Steve then walked around the room and stopped at every easel to take a look at the students' work.

Natasha personally found it rather distracting, mostly because today he was wearing a white shirt and a pair of grey slacks that fit him in all the right places. Though she did think it was too formal and not very practical for an art class where there would likely be a lot of mess.

Little did she know, she wasn't the only who got distracted. Steve found himself unconsciously looking at the beautiful redhead who was starting to take all of his focus. She herself was wearing a baggy white t-shirt that looked about two sizes bigger, and a black tank top underneath. Again it didn't help covering her cleavage.

Steve tried to avoid her as he attended to every student, leaving her and Barton the last two. He was finally done looking at Clint's work. Her friend did quite a good job even if he didn't seem to pay much attention during lectures.

"Miss Romanov." He greeted her at last.

"Mr. Rogers." She turned to him with a challenging smile, "How am I doing?"

He briefly looked at her work and answered, "Nothing to comment so far."

Steve's eyes averted to her, "It seems that Mrs. Greenburg wasn't exaggerating when she talked about your skill. She gave me a full report on her students' progress. She said you're an A student."

"Yes, I'm trying to graduate with straight A."

"Don't put your expectation too high, Miss Romanov. This is a tough class and I will not let anyone get an A unless they really deserve it. My standard is very high."

"High like your taste in clothes, isn't it?" She teased with a smirk, "You know, you can just dress like a hobo for this class instead of wearing those designer clothes."

"You seem to be very interested in my wellbeing, Miss Romanov."

"I don't want you to ruin your Gucci shirt with acrylic paint, Mr. Rogers."

"You don't have to worry, I can afford a new one." He easily replied, "And get back to work, Miss Romanov."

Natasha smirked at him again and went back to her work. But he still hadn't moved from where he stood, keeping his eyes on her the whole time. Natasha was about to tell him to go pay attention to Lorraine, but on second thought, she sort of enjoyed having him near her if only to make that girl jealous.

Time flew by and finally the class was over. Natasha began to collect her art equipment and took the paper down from the easel.

"Okay everyone, please submit your rough draft in front of my office before 3 PM tomorrow and I will give you my feedback with the approximate grade for your work."

AN:

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