Yelena and Natasha one-shots

~Knock Out~ N.R

"So you're going to dodge, redirect, and then attack. Got it?" Natasha asked the slightly younger girl.

"You got it, Boss." (Y/N) replied with a goofy grin as she watched the red head repeat her actions for a third time.

"Come on, (Y/N). Take this seriously for once." The Russian told her with a scowl.

Dodging the on coming attack, (Y/N) used her own hand to shove the mans wrist out to the side before sweeping his legs, only to be met with more on coming assaults from the other two men behind her.

It was a relentless fight and just when she thought she had been gaining the upper hand the huge men that toppled over her would just get up again. She wasn't sure how many hits she'd taken but she was aware that her communications has been cut off after the third hit across her face.

Gaining some ground, (Y/N) took a step back to have a breath, wiping the bloody saliva from her chin and lip.

"(Y/N)..." Natasha sighed exasperatedly as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Tasha you can't be mad at me for doing exactly what you asked me to do." the (Y/H/C) said as she wrapped her arms around the red head.

"What part of attack means slap my ass?" She sassed.

"Hey that slap had an echo to it. It made solid contact, you can't tell me you weren't the least bit impressed." (Y/N) pouted and Natasha cracked a grin at her girlfriend.

"It was a decent slap." She caved, looping her arms around the girls lower back as she pulled her in closer before sharing some little kisses. "Alright that's enough. Let's go again." She told her pushing the (Y/H/C) back across the mat while getting into position.

It was a fury of punches, kicks, leg sweeps, slaps and anything else they could land. She'd managed to get two of the three down, watching the second man drop and taking a breath before there was a hard contact with the back of her head, causing her vision to swarm for a moment as she gathered her thoughts and turned to face the last man standing.

"Come on pretty girl. Show me what you've got." He taunted, motioning her forward while the room spun around them.

Standing across from the man twice her size as her vision spotted whilst rocking back and forth, her head tilted as the man siezed before dropping at her feet. A breath of relief left her lips as the avengers neared closer down the hall, her eyes rolling into the back of her head before she dropped to the ground, following the three men she'd fought.

"You know, it's not like I'm ever going to need this. You're the big bad avenger here." (Y/N) told the Russian. They'd just finished training, (Y/N) trying to catch her breath while Natasha leaned against one of the pillars and wrapped her towel around her neck.

"I need to make sure you're alright. What if I'm not here?" She reasoned.

"Where would you go?" (Y/N) asked her, her voice laced with concern as she watched Natasha push off the pillar and move closer to her.

"I just mean, what if I'm on a mission and someone tries to hurt you? I'm not going anywhere, baby. Okay? You're my girl." Natasha reassured the smaller girl, pulling her into her chest and kissing her forehead.

The steady beep of the monitor roused the injured girl from her sleep, her eyes burning at the harsh fluoresces of the room before she could slowly make out shapes. Everything was a blur as she shifted in the hospital bed, Natashas calm voice startling her for a moment before she reached out to her side.