Y/N POV-
Tony had ordered JARVIS to send everyone downstairs as he had an important announcement to make. I was one of the last into the meeting room where as I walked in the same pair of emerald eyes from early this morning were straight on me. "Nice of you to join us Y/N" Tony greeted. I gave him a sarcastic look and made my way to the back of the room.
I could feel Natasha's eyes burning a hole into my head but didn't give her the satisfaction of looking back at her. Her and Bruce were practically sat on each other with how close they were, their hands wrapped around one another. Natasha looked at me once again and I quickly darted my eyes away as to not give her any sign that I was observing them together.
"Party tonight at 7" Tony claimed. "What's the occasion?" Steve questioned. Steve was one of the most charming donnys in this team to speak the truth. He knew exactly how to treat women and respected everyone. "Felt like it" Tony responded demonstrating his usual random attitude. With that we were all dismissed and went our separate ways, spreading out across the whole compound.
I, of course, headed straight towards the kitchen where I instantly turned back around. "Hey Y/N, want some waffles?" Bruce asked loud enough for me to hear halfway down the hall. As to not seem rude, I forced a smile and said "Sure." Great. Fucking fantastic. Now I have to sit here and listen to Bruce ramble on about some random science shit.
It was actually going pretty decent, I understood everything he was saying which was unusual because well, Bruce tends to treat others as if they hold the same intellect. And then, right on cue, Natasha walks in. Now I have to sit here and watch the happy couple. She grabbed a plate of waffles and sat across from Bruce which meant she was next to me. I desperately tried to scoff my waffles as fast as I could but I felt like Natasha noticed so I slowed down. I was just sat awkwardly whilst they were flirting like there was no tomorrow, as if they were trying to prove something.
I actually couldn't give two shits about Natasha and Bruce, but when she is deliberately trying to get a rise out of me, it really gets me agitated. Bruce pecked Natasha on the lips, to my disgust, and put his plate away and left. Now it was just me and Natasha. I noticed that she had slowed down on her food to so she could wait with me.
"You don't need to wait." I told her. She looked shocked as to how I figured out what she was doing. "Well Natasha, you make it obvious the way you keep side-eyeing my plate." I chuckled. She stammered her words as her mouth opened and closed. I smirked at that. "I don't care" She claimed, obviously trying to show authority towards me. I just laughed to myself as once again I knew what she was trying to prove and carried on eating my waffles.
Coincidentally, we both 'finished' at the exact same time. I piled my plate on hers so she could take them away and grinned to which she responded with an eye roll. As I was doing so our fingers brushed which left her with the same rose tint in her cheeks as always. I raised an eyebrow as I stared down at her. She was significantly shorter than me which gave me an advantage in the intimidation department. She walked over to the dishwasher and put our plates in then walked back towards me.
"This time I'm not taking no for an answer, you're training with me." With that she clutched my arm and forcefully pulled me towards the training room for the second time today.
No one was in here as per usual because no one ever actually uses the gym but me and Natasha. I took my hoodie off, purposefully making my t shirt rise up as to see Natasha's red face again. Just as I imagined, her lower jaw fell as her eyes darted from my exposed skin to elsewhere as she tried to hide her face.
She got into the ring as fast as she could, regretting every effort she made to make me train with her as she obviously knew that I would have the same effect, that I always do, on her. I made sure to climb into the ring slowly, not breaking eye contact with Natasha which caused her breathing to become heavier. She shook the feeling out of her and readied in her stance. I got in mine and we began to spar.
It seemed as though in this practice, Natasha was trying to take all of her emotions out on me. Trying with all her might to take me down. At one point I let her to which her fist connected with my jaw as she used this as a distraction to wrap her legs around my head and flip me over. Her thighs landing on either side of my head. My heavy breathing into her area caused her to let out a slight whimper from the pressure. "I let you have that" I claimed.
The more we fought the more deliberately Natasha attempted to hurt me. She kept hitting and hitting me until I let my arms down to which then she constantly kicked me in my ribs until I fell down to the floor. Even after my groans of pain she continued. She got on top of me on the floor and put even more pressure on my ribs causing me to yell in agony.
It took all my might to push her off of me. "Natasha what the fuck!" I shouted. "You could see I was down and you carried on, you maniac." I continued. "Y/N i'm sorry I just got carried awa-" "I don't wanna hear it Natasha, i'm done with-" I couldn't finish my sentence as a sharp pain ran through my ribs as I spoke. I immediately put my hand to them as I clenched my face in pain. "Y/N, let me help you." Natasha pleaded. "No just go away." I told her before falling to the floor clutching my rib cage tightly to ease the pain. "Y/N shut the fuck up, i'm helping you whether you like it or not" With that, Natasha put my arm over her shoulder as she wrapped hers tightly around my waist with much more emotion than just trying to help me. She wanted to be close to me and she wanted touch me.
