fight for me

chapter 1: training

hey fellas, I decided finally to upload my story here, english isn't my first language so please tell me whenever I did something wrong! I hope you enjoy it :)

About Y/N, she's actually a straight girl with a small background story but you'll discover the whole thing when she talks about it ;) 

I hope you love nat the way I do and as I imagine her to be in here, sweet and soft and protective and possessive and sexy and spicy... but we can match her, can't we?

My feet would not take my weight any longer and I struggled.

'Hold position,' the redhead said, standing right in front of me and glared at me with a dangerous sharp look in her eyes. I tried to keep myself together, to stand as I was told and be prepared for her next punch, but that was not that easy when my arms and legs were shaking. Usually I was not that weak but maybe I should have taken a few more days off. After recovering somewhat from my internal injury, I had insisted on starting training again soon but I hadn't expected to train with the Black Widow herself on the first day. I had no chance, I had been laying in bed for six weeks.

I saw her moving towards me, saw how her left arm hinted but then her right arm shot out, I tried to evade but I could not move fast enough. She hit me right in the solar plexus, knowing me too well to tell where I was shifting to. The air was pressed out of my lungs, I doubled up, mouth wide open trying to get some air but I didn't get rest. The assassine swung my legs out from under me and threw me up on the mat. Sitting atop of me, slamming my hands above my head and staring into my panic widen eyes, she bent down and hovered inches over my face. I felt my body squirming underneath her but she only smirked lightly.

'Breathe,' she whispered sternly and a shiver ran through my body, especially when I felt her warm breath on my lips. My chest rose and fell quickly as I tried to controll my heavy panting. I couldn't tell if it was because of the hit or something else.

Something that was pinning me down and grinning at me by now. Her green eyes were darkened as she slowly let go of my hands and sat back on my stomach, causing my legs to squeeze. I was sure she noticed how my breath hitched again in my throat but she pushed herself up as if nothing happened, leaving me as a gasping and blushing mess.

My shoulders dropped and I closed my eyes, took deep breaths to calm down and steadying myself to get up and leave without showing my flustered state even more.

'Need some help?'

My eyes shut open and immediately found hers watching me with amusement. My jaw clenched as I glared at her, just causing her smirk to grow wide. I carefully pulled myself up and tried to get my water bottle but my shaky legs failed. I nearly fell on the mat again but a couple of strong arms caught me and held me tight. Again, I hold my breath, unable to keep the same rhythm otherwise.

Her voice was rough when she spoke, way too close to my face, and caused again a shiver on my body. 'You could've said–'

'oh shut up.' I needed her to stop talking in my ear like that, holding me like this.

I tried to stand by myself again but she didn't let go of me. Her tight grip around my waist to hold me into her did definitely not help my state clean up so I took her hands firmly off my body and straightened up. She looked at me with mischief in her eyes, she knew excactly what she was doing. And I hated her for teasing me like that just to show me afterwards that I could not have her. Even though she was right.

I left my bandages on the bench and grabbed my bottle to drink as I turned the redhead my back.

'Thank you for training, princess,' she just continued on making conversation although the 'training' was embarrassing enough to not talk about it after. But I almost choke and cough by my new nickname and when I faced her again and saw her pleased smirk I knew I was a complete fool today. I just nodded, climbed through the ropes of the ring and left the gym.