Lilliana: The Oldest Maximoff [Discontinued]

Avenger's Training

"Hi" I mutter with a wave.

"Hey, you must be the other recruit." The blonde male says.

"Yeah, what was the name..." The other male says snapping his fingers if trying to jog his memory.

"Lilliana Maximoff" I finish for them.

"Yeah right, the Maximoff." The blonde smiles.

"So..." I say, " do you mind telling me what your names are?"

"I'm Steve Rogers," the blonde starts, "he is Clint Barton, and she's Natasha Romanoff."

"Hi," Natasha says taking my hand into a shake. She gives me a smile, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.

"Hello," Clint says as he does the same.

"Well then... Let's get started. Shall we?" Rogers asks.

"Yep, let's go." I answer I give an unsure smile.

"First we are going to start with our hand-to-hand combat skills. Then, we'll move on to weapon weilding, and we'll finish off with our powers or strengths." Natasha states.

"Alright Natasha, you're with me. Lilliana your with Barton." Steve says.

"Okay..." I say hesitantly.

"Good luck, old man." Natasha mutters

"I'm not that old, Nat, come on." He replies.

I giggle a little at that. They argue like the little dragãs back home.

We walk over to a mat across the room from the mat Natasha and Steve are on.

"So," Clint starts, "have you ever had any hand-to-hand combat practice before?"

"No, not really. My father taught me a few self defense techniques as a teenager." I reply.

"Okay that's a good start. Let's do a round of combat to see where your at and then we'll move on from there. Sound good." He questions.

"Yeah, I guess."

We gave each other in the mat, and Clint raises his fist as he gets into a battle stance.

"Okay, here goes nothing." I mumble to myself.

He charges a at and I drop to the floor, kicking him over on his back. He lets out a small groan before we both rise again.

"That's good. Keep going." He says.

We get into our stances again. This time he fakes a punch and tries to kick my feet out from underneath me.
I jump up and kick Clint in the face, causing both us to fall to the floor once again. He groans much louder this time. He sits up holding his nose. It's all bloody and looks swollen.

Well, they definitely aren't going to like me now.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Clint." I say inspecting his nose.

"I thought you said you only had a little bit of practice." He states breathing heavily.

"I do," I reply, "he taught me a few apparently very effective self defense techniques."

"Well I'd say he taught you pretty well."

"Here move your hand so I can see how bad it is." I say.

He moves his hand and it's a little worse than I thought.

"Hey guys," I yell hesitantly.

"Yeah" they respond curiously.