The unexpected

Chapter 5

Hey everyone! So, um, just as an FYI I'm working with a friend on a new Marvel story so hopefully it goes well. Anyways, here's the next chapter, with training between reader and Clint, and some Tony being a slightly concerned parent, and some annoying mind-speaking Loki again! Oh, I don't own anything, sadly.

Chapter 5

"Y/n? Are you sure you're ready to fight? I mean, I trained with Nat, and if you've seen her in battle, you know she's badass." Clint asked, and I grinned.

"Clint, I was born ready," I said, and he rolled his eyes.

"Y/n! Clint! Less chatter more working! At the end of the training, you two have to go in front of others!" Steve yelled, and Tony shot him a look.

"Cap, are you sure that's a smart choice? I mean, Y/n just joined, shouldn't we give her some time to learn how to fight against him first?" Tony asked, panicked.

Nani?

Y/n, as much as I would like to wish I know that reference, I do not. I am going to guess it is a shock though. Stark is very apologetic over what happened, he's just very protective over those younger than him. He doesn't want anyone to end up like him. Filty pity.

Loki, you ass, shut up. And let me fight damnit. At that, I focused on Clint.

He nodded, and I started bouncing on the balls of my feet. He stared, confused at what I was doing, so I took the moment to leap into the air, soaring overtop of him.

"Oh shit!" Clint whispered, then fell as I kicked him in the back.

"Clint, I shouldn't have to tell you this, but seriously? Keep an eye on your surroundings." I said, as he got back up and shook himself.

"Just fight you little bitch."

Ah, a little angel. I heard, and I froze, and quickly got my feet swiped from underneath me.

"Y/n? You okay?" Clint asked, and I nodded, fast. I stood up, and started running fast circles around him. "How the hell am I supposed to fight this!" Clint yelled, and I tuned him out and kept running.

Sorry, Loki, but I'm no angel. You on the other hand? You have the body of one. Shit, um, that was supposed to stay in my brain only. I thought, and I heard a chuckle, and I started punching Clint while running.

"Damnit!" Clint yelled, and I laughed, loudly. This was the most fun I had in ages.

Y/n? You've met me, right? What sort of angel am I?

Your nice like an angel.

A fallen angel, maybe.

Still got wings.

But broken beyond belief.

Hey, if your wings are broken borrow mine so yours can open too.

Did you just call yourself an angel?

Fallen, maybe. Fuck! Loki, I gotta focus on kicking Clint's ass. But just remember, feel free to borrow mine. I'll stand by you. I thought, and Clint hit me in the eye.

"You'll pay for that, Clint. Trust me, paybacks a bitch." I said, and I jumped again, turning and shooting fire at the ground.

"What the hell! Oh hell no then! I told myself no arrows, but it's on you bitch!" Clint yelled as he started shooting at me. I blocked most of them, one hitting me in the middle of my chest.

I went crashing to the ground, causing people to run over.

"Y/n? Are you okay!" Clint asked, and Bruce pushed him out of the way.

"Y/n? It's me, Bruce. I'm going to just look you over, make sure your okay." He said, and he started prodding around the arrow.

"Watch your hands, Bruce. I don't want you to grope me. Haha, grope sounds like grape." I said, chuckling. At the looks, I smiled. "Wanted to lighten the mood. I-I'm gonna shut up now." At that, I went into my head, for a long-awaited nap.

Alright, well, um, there's the newest chapter? I hope you guys liked it. It's also going onto Fanfiction and ao3. Well, um, review, follow, favorite maybe? If not, that's chill as well.