Yes Miss Romanoff (BlackWidowXwoman)

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Danni

As she heads to the training room Danni trips over the skirt once or twice, more like ten times, before getting the hang of walking properly with it. She could feel Natasha's eyes on her, and heard her chuckling at her once or twice. When they reached the training room they came face to face with Steve and a couple of dozen guns.

"Holy shit, what are we, holding a city captive today?" Danni asked immediately heading to grab an AK-47 into her hands.

"Hold on, fire-cracker," Steve stops her, pushing her away from the weapons. "We most definitely are not holding a city captive, and you are most definitely are not touching an AK." His voice was immediately strict. She rolled her eyes at him, turning to Natasha who just raised her shoulders in defeat.

"Instead of sparring, you'll be training with Natasha today. She'll be teaching you the importance of gun-safety, and how to work with one. I really want you to make progress. And since you've already shown us that you can spar, well, testing your firearm abilities are next."

A light feeling settled in Danni's stomach. She and Nat will be training alone today? Together? All day? She nodded at Steve, giving him a small reassuring smile. He nodded back and left the room without another word.

Natasha turned towards her and gave her a beautiful smile. "We both know your comfortable with a gun, we found that out this morning. But do you know how to work with it?" Danni raised her brow. "Work with it?" She questioned. Natasha nodded, raising a 9-mil, and without a second look a loud bang erupted and an boxing dummy's head exploded.

"How did you-" Danni turned to look at Natasha who was exchanging the 9-mil for a simple, short range handgun, putting it at the temple of her head. "NAT-" But before she could say more, and blank click went off. "Safety, Ross. Never loose focus of the little things." She said turning the gun showing Danni where she had put the safety on.

Danni felt like her breath had been caught in her throat. What was wrong with these people. Natasha handed Danni the gun, signaling for her to take a shot a the dummy who was now missing a head. Standing awkwardly, Danni rose her hand in which the gun was and pulled the trigger, another loud bang echoed through the building.

"Your stance is wrong, Ross," she heard Natasha from behind her. Stepping closer she felt Natasha's hands wrap around her waist. "Spread your legs," She said so close to her ear she could feel her warm breath in her neck. Warmth spread between her legs, a shiver running down her spine. One of her feet covered in those leather boots shuffled her feet away from one another. "Bring up your other arm," Her hand slithered up her waist, up the curve of her breast to her arm, making both her hands take hold of the handgun. "There we go, steadier right?" she asked. Danni could only hum in response. "Now, don't think about it, look over the barrel, lift it a little, good, now pull sweetheart."

Danni pulled the trigger at the name, a shock rolling through her body. A hole appearing in the dummy's chest. "Good girl." She heard Natasha whisper in her ear. Her breath caught in her throat at the words. Natasha, pleased with the reaction, stepped away from Danni, letting her hand once again slide slowly over the girls curves. Danni slowly lowered the gun, still staring at the hole left in the dummy's chest.

Steve came into the room a few hours later. "How was training, ladies?" He asked with a cheerful voice. "Uneventful, but productive," Natasha answered, winking at Danni, a sly smirk plastered on her face. Danni nodded in silent agreement as she left the training room, leaving a clueless Steve behind.

Natasha

Being so close to her did something to me. The feel of her body under my hands, the way she tensed when I praised her. The way she smelled like vanilla body-was and coconut cream. She was just perfect.

I hear her nervous footsteps behind me and smile as she approaches. "Ross?" A scowl rests between those perfect eyes. "What was that?" I've never seen her this nervous before, teasing her like that was definitely worth it. "What was what?" I push further. She rolls her eyes at my pretend ignorance.

"Oh you know exactly what. Would you stop it? I don't want you praising me like I'm your slut." she rants. "Oh really, because it didn't look like you minded the other night in your room?" Her cheeks turn a deep crimson color, as she straightens. "Listen Natasha, if you're stringing me along for your own entertainment, I'm really not impressed. So, please just, don't?" Did she not believe that I actually liked her?

"Danni-" But before I could finish my sentence she turned on her heel and walked towards her room. What the fuck? I had to fix this.