After some hesitation, Carter decided to do her homework out in a more public place, so as to please Laynie. She looked around the living area slowly and found that no one was there, so she took her school books and plopped down in the middle of the floor.
Oh, algebra, how I hate you. She thought to herself as she flipped through her book for the appropriate chapter. And the worst part is, I still have to catch up for those two weeks I was out of school.
For an hour or so, the girl struggled to finish each page.
Carter looked up despondently and found Natasha looking at her, an incredulous look on her face. "Yes?"
"Sorry, just didn't expect to see you out here..." Natasha answered with a small smile.
Carter shrugged. "I thought it would be nice to do some homework somewhere other than my room... I was wrong. It's not anymore pleasant out here than in there." She nodded her head in the direction of her room.
Natasha took a step closer, looking at the girl's homework. "Math is never pleasant."
"Got that right." Carter scoffed, as she erased another badly done equation.
"I'd offer to help, but there are a couple rocket scientists that would be of more assistance to you just down the hallway." She sat down on the couch behind Carter.
"Erm, I'll pass. If I do that, I'd probably feel even stupider than I feel now."
Natasha laughed shortly. "I won't blame you for that one." She continued to watch as Carter tried to figure out a few more problems. "I will tell you though, if you do need help, Bruce would be your best bet."
Carter looked up at the woman. "Yeah, thanks." She smiled lightly.
"No problem." Natasha stood from the couch. "And if you ever need anything, or maybe just want to talk, I'm here."
The girl nodded. "Thank you. I'll keep that in mind."
And with that being said, Natasha left to do who knows what.
Carter, on the other hand, decided to seek out Bruce for help. She figured it couldn't hurt to try.
Laynie knocked gently on the door of Clint Barton, then knocked louder. He still didn't answer. She hesitated before knocking again, then walked halfway back to her room before walking back and knocking firmly one more time.
"He's not in there."
Laynie jumped and turned to find Natasha standing in her doorway, located across from Clint's. "Gosh, Natasha, you scared the crap out of me. Where's he at then?"
"Up on the roof. He enjoys living up to his nickname. That, and avoiding everyone else." Natasha flashed her a smirk. "Good luck getting up there."
Laynie watched Natasha's now shut door with widened eyes. Still determined to accomplish her mission of finding Clint, though, she went to the elevator and went as high as it would take her. She was confronted with a very empty floor, with a couch or two and a few very dead potted plants placed haphazardly around the room. She went to the small set of unfinished stairs and scaled them cautiously, lifting a hatch on the roof when she came to it.
Suddenly the wind was whipping around what little hair she did have, and the sunlight fairly blinded her. Once her eyes adjusted to the light, she climbed up and looked around. The roof was covered with gravel.
Still, Clint was nowhere to be seen. Just when Laynie was about to give up, she noticed an antenna off to the left with her target perched happily on the circular grate around the top.
She groaned loudly. "I know what Natasha meant now. But I can't climb that, I'm afraid of heights..." Laynie wasn't sure how she would climb it either. It was narrow, and it looked as though the only way to get up would either be to shimmy or levitate. And since she was neither a monkey nor a superhuman, there wasn't any point in trying.
She looked up, and Clint was climbing down. "Oh thank goodness."
"What's up?" he asked, standing a few feet away from her still.
"I just wanted to talk to you for a minute. Natasha said I might find you here."
"Ratted out by my own partner. Well, what do you want?"
"Just..." Laynie looked at the ground, kicking up some gravel. "I wanted to ask you to go easy on Carter. She's being rude, I know, but she's a good girl. She'll come around, but she already kinda dislikes you for the act of knocking her door down."
Clint blinked. "Um, okay."
"Thanks. Well, I'm going back downstairs..."
"Hey Laynie, I'm sorry if I upset either of you."
She smiled up at the archer. "S'okay."