Y/N POV- It was around 4am. By now everyone must have been asleep. Almost every night, I waited until I was sure that everyone was asleep in which would it allow me to sneak away to the gym. This had become my routine for the nights that I struggled to sleep.
As usual I placed my pillows and blankets in a position as to replicate my sleeping body under the duvet. If anyone were to come in, they would find me still asleep and, if they were half-generous, leave me be. I can't say much about Natasha of course. She would willingly wake me from my slumber, in the most brutal way too. Honestly, can't stand her. Fortunately for me though, she hates me too. She would never voluntarily enter my room. Times that she had been forced to, consisted of me making the same statement which was that of me claiming her presence to sting my eyes and clog up my throat. I loved how it winded her up even though it was so childish.
I put on my grey joggers matched with a grey oversized hoodie covering my entire upper body and making its way onto my legs, with a wife beater underneath.
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I tiptoed across the halls, cautious of the weight of my footsteps so I didn't wake anybody. I didn't want people asking questions. I finally entered the gym and let out a large breath I didn't even know I had been holding in. I took my hoodie off, leaving me in just my joggers and tank top, I took my rings off and began to wrap my hands. I positioned my headphones onto my head and played my playlist. I made my way over to the punch bag that was already hanging from the ceiling and began with light punches.
As the minutes went by, I had began to zone out and melt into my music where many lyrics very much related to my life. I was brought back to my senses where I felt a sharp sting in my knuckles. I felt the cold sensation of blood beginning to run down my hands where I hadn't noticed how hard I had been punching.
After cleansing my knuckles, I decided to attempt a different workout instead in which now I was doing sets of burpees. I was in the middle of the jumping step of a burpee when all of a sudden I felt a heavy force on the back of my calve which caused them to cave. I fell with a large thump where my head made contact with the floor.
I turned around and my eyes met emerald ones. To no surprise, Natasha Romanoff was stood there with a smug look on her face. A smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "I hope you're fucking pleased with yourself" I spat out at her. This only made her smirk more.
The redhead reached her hand out to me in order to help me out which I aggressively rejected. I smacked her hand out of the way, leaving a sting lingering on her fingers, and lifted myself up off of the cold ground of the gym. "Why so glum little plum?" She sarcastically asked me. God she was so full of herself. Not to her satisfaction, I gave her no reply, just a dirty look and shoved past her shoulder. She spun me back around and said "You're training with me." I scoffed and replied "After you're little stunt just then? I don't think so princess, go ask your boy toy Bruce to train with you, I'm sure he has plenty of moves to show you." This statement left her silenced which caused me to grin. Only now did I notice her outfit, a plain black crop top which accentuated her toned abs perfectly with matching black sports leggings. She had a grey sweatshirt also tied around her waist. As I looked back up to her eyes I noticed hers mimicking my just-before actions where her eyes travelled up and down my body. "Looking good darling." I teased, winking at her and grinning as the gem on my tooth shined and my British accent was heard clearly. Her lips had parted and her cheeks were tinted a light red. I left a flushed Natasha in the gym alone as I walked out chuckling to myself.
Man, I can wind her up so well it's hilarious. She gets so flushed. For a person who hates me, she sure gets nervous around me. As just demonstrated, whenever she attempts to assert dominance over me, it always backfires and results in her blushing and speechless.
I strolled back to my room happily after once again proving my superiority over the redhead, occasionally doing a little dance to the music playing on my headphones. That girl really does make me happy in the most weirdest of ways.
NATASHA POV-
Every damn, fucking time. I don't understand how she does what she does to me. I dislike that girl so much it actually sickens me. When she called me princess I felt my heart stop. That British accent when she speaks makes my heart flutter. And the way she called me darling. But the way she mentioned Bruce made me sense a little jealousy inside of her. The way she mentioned him made me feel so wrong. To him, we are much more. But for me, he is a distraction for the person who truly makes me weak at the knees.
What am I thinking? I hate her. I hate everything about her. Yet she still manages to have that effect on me. 'Natasha stop, you don't like her.' I thought to myself. But the way her muscles- 'Natasha shut up' I smacked myself upside the head and decided to run myself a bath to calm down. I really do dearly detest that woman- with all my heart.
