BlackHill | If only

Chapter 7

Natasha's POV:

I jolted myself awake with a scream, I had been dreaming of the red room, and despite the searing pain in my head, I couldn't get back to sleep. I winced as I moved my still sore abdomen. Determined to prove I was no longer injured, and therefore a liability on a mission. I quickly showered and headed over to the training room.
I headed straight over to the punch bag, eager to let off some pent up steam.

One strike. The red room flashed in my head. Another. Dreykov's smug face as he beat me. Another. Being strapped down during the ceremony, writhing in pain.
I kept striking. The winter soldier appeared landing on the car bonnet.
Ignoring the protest in my injured limbs my punches were coming out harder and faster. My breathing became laboured and I was unable to control my rage when Wanda appeared in my mind. Every time we were together. When I caught her with that fucking robot.
I kept going every attack a new image appearing in my mind. I saw Maria Hill standing over my hospital bed, her disapproving face. Frustration pouring out of me as I knew we could never happen. I was never a possibility for her. In her mind, I was just a subordinate, a colleague. She couldn't even consider me a friend after everything. I struck again letting out a scream. My hand going straight through the bag.

I panted heavily, sweat slightly beading on my forehead as I stared at my hand currently embedded inside the bag. I slumped down on the floor, exhausted from the long-awaited exercise.
My ears immediately picked up a thudding getting closer and closer, the sound of boots. I recognised that walk instantly and straightened myself before she walked in.

I spoke as she rounded the corner,
"Agent Hill, I was beginning to worry you'd forgotten all about me," I added a mocking wink.
Agent Hill only rolled her eyes, obviously she wasn't in the mood for games.
"Romanoff, it's good to see you back in the training room". She raised an eyebrow as she noticed the gaping hole in the bag behind me.
In an attempt to shift her focus I replied "Well I thought it was time to get back up on my feet, you never know when Fury is going to send me on another death mission".
Hill winced at my sarcastic tone. "Speaking of missions I have your next assignment. Ivan Somodorov".
I tried to keep my face neutral as the red room appeared in my mind again.
"When am I going?" I asked Hill, trying to regain some composure.
"We're. Going in a couple of days. Fury decided to send the both of us." Ignoring the tone of annoyance in her voice.
I smirked, "so you mean to say Fury has assigned you to babysit me?"
Hill scoffed "That's hardly the case Romanoff, in your current state I'm the best agent Fury's got."

"Do you want to test that theory, Agent Hill?"
She smiled as if she had been waiting for me to ask. Flexing her fingers and arching her body under the ropes.
"Do your worst Romanoff".
I chuckled at the challenge, Agent Hill had never been able to beat me in hand to hand combat. Due to my current condition, I was still at a disadvantage but no matter. Stepping into the ring I faced Hill, her stance precise and deadly.
I dropped my knees and curled my fingers preparing myself for her attack.
She struck out first, throwing a well-aimed punch straight for my face. Although caught a bit by surprise I dodged it with ease.
I allowed her to play for a bit, the both of us throwing skilful punches and kicks, both equally dodging and blocking them.

Her next move caught me unawares. Sweeping out my feet and pinning me to the floor in one fluid motion. I panted heavily as the wind was knocked out of me, in utter shock as I realised with one move Agent Hill had totally disarmed me. We both laid there for a minute panting through the sheer exertion our bodies had endured. I suddenly became very conscious of her body. One hand was pinning my arms above me. Her legs were on top of mine keeping them slightly apart. Her face was directly above mine grinning at her success. I was so stunned I had forgotten to retaliate, instead staring at her on top of me. Even my breathing was completely at her mercy with one lethal hand wrapped around my throat. Her eyes fixed on mine.
My move.

I whispered in her ear "Congratulations Agent Hill you are one of the first women to impress me."
Hill surprisingly played along without hesitation lowering her lips to my ear, she purred "You've gotten rusty Agent Romanoff". She left her mouth there for a while, her breaths heavy in my ear, making my toes curl. I considered flipping her over but with her face practically touching mine I wouldn't want to spoil the fun now.
In a husky tone, I responded "I look forward to working with you Hill, maybe you can give me a lesson or two".
"Maybe", she replied with a smirk.

Maria's POV:

I was so close to her, and I couldn't help but stare. I was probably breaking about all of SHIELD's rules right now just by being in this position, but she was too goddamm enticing there was something about Natasha that always left me wanting more. Her breaths came out heavily, caressing the side of my face. I ached to feel the warmth of her skin, desperate to touch her entire body.
I was almost entirely sure Romanoff had let me disarm her. Nonetheless, considering how tense her body was she wanted this to happen. I had thought about it, about how good it would feel.

I finally managed to regain some sense as I realised we were in plain sight to anyone walking through the compound, and I wasn't too psyched about the idea of Fury walking past me straddling Natasha Romanoff.
I released my grip on her and sat up, turning away from her spread on the floor.
Clearing my throat and standing up I said, "We leave for Paris in a couple of days so be ready."

Natasha looked mildly annoyed as I brushed myself down, She cocked her head saying, "No problem Agent".  I knew Romanoff was pissed but nothing could happen between us.
She must know that. I stalked off after the comment without so much as a nod goodbye, fighting the urge to just turn around and give in. Only to hear Natasha say "See you round then".
I knew then I'd really fucked up.