The Valiant (An Avengers FanFic) {COMPLETED}

Chapter Three: Boom!

The POV of me in here NEVER happened. Just so you know.

By the way, PG means popular girls.

This chapter is dedicated to miku08… :)) I know the feeling when you’re around assuming people…

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(Chapter Three: Boom!)

Five hours passed and we had first aid lessons, survival lessons or in short, we had experienced two hours of Bear Grylls' life, except we didn't drink our own pee or did something extremely gross. Thank God for that. For the remaining three hours, we hiked, zip lined, wall climbed, rappelled and bathe ourselves in the dirt. I felt like a boss when we did those, except for the bathing ourselves in the dirt part, because I had camping lessons before and my dad was a mountain climber.

Worst part about the activities? The PGs just squealed and screamed like they're going to die. One even complained because she broke a nail. What a baby, especially Sidney, who complained about everything.

And truth be told, I really felt like Katniss Everdeen in the arena. Except, I have nothing to fight for because it's just training. And we didn't have to kill each other.

We head to the shower rooms so we can clean up. We make a line and the PGs cut in the line.

"Tabi nga (Move, losers)," says Moe, as she pushes Melanie in the front.

As one of Melanie's friends, I clench my fists in anger. I take a deep breath. Okay, Ronica. You can control yourself. She ain't worth the punch.

Unexpectedly, I walk up to Moe and push her to the ground. Then, I start to pull her hair. She then starts to scream like I'm killing her, which I'm not. I'm just trying to teach her a lesson. Soon, the other girls start screaming, too. And some run.

This is what I really hate about myself. I get out of control very fast if assholes are around me.

"Hindi mo dapat sinaksaktan ang mga kaibigan ko! (You do not hurt my friends!)" I say in anger.

"'Wag mo nga akong saktan, sira ulo!) Stop hurting me, you psycho!" Moe screams. "Sir Santos!"

Out of nowhere, Sir Santos and Scout Master Tuazon come and pull us away from each other.

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She wakes up and opens her eyes. Her memories of the New York attack go crawling back to her. She remembers mostly the time when Clint Barton was under Loki's spell. Then, Clint's team attacks the helicarrier and she knocks him out of conscious. She smiles at the memory. She feels happy about getting him back to himself.

She looks at her clock. 6:30 a.m.

She decides to go to the training center of S.H.I.E.L.D. She gets up from her bed, puts on a pair of jogging pants and her rubber shoes. Then, she wears her gloves and starts doing some stretching. She now heads to the training center.

The door at the training center slides. She steps in and sees Clint in his gray T-shirt, all wet with his sweat, his jogging pants and a pair of combat boots. She rests her arms on the iron bars in the balcony, leans forward and admires him as he train. She finds herself smiling.

Clint readies his bow and arrow. He straightens his back and turns to his side as the aims for the target. A sweat drops from his head to his temple and he wipes it off on his sleeve on his right shoulder. He spots Natasha on the balcony. He turns for a moment and they smile at each other. Clint quickly turns back to the target. He aims, inhales and shoots.

Bull’s eye!

Natasha walks down the stairs and stops on the last step. She folds her arms and smiles as she watches Clint gets ready on the next target. It entertains her, watching Clint all strong and powerfully built.