"i thought you'd be into nice girls," sam says with a laugh, arms crossed as you both watch natasha from behind the observation window in the sparring room.
"she is nice," you say, your tone a bit dreamy as natasha punches out a guy twice her size. "she could murder with me with her bare hands, but that doesn't make her not nice."
he nods. "yeah, i guess you're right." his brow furrows when natasha ducks under the torso of another SHIELD recruit, throwing them flat on their back. "i could talk to her for you. see if she's interested."
"no, it's okay. i'm working up to it." natasha knocks over her final three opponents with a single leg sweep, then pops back up without a scratch, only a few hairs out of place.
she turns to face the observation window, smirking at your slightly awed expression.
"good luck," sam chuckles.
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