Lovesick | Natasha Romanoff (GxG)

Part 38; Pain but Pleasure

~Y/N's Pov~

Leaning on my crutches under my arm-pits, it was difficult standing up and clapping. A cold breeze softly hitting us, standing up on the benches.
First time in forever I feel so good about Natasha and I. She really did give up her life to be with me, to make herself a better person. Now being on this field and watching her do field-tests. It's all so crazy to think months ago we didn't see eye-to-eye, but now we're closer than ever. It feels good knowing she choose good over evil. Secret agent over assassin. I'm insanely proud of her.

I find myself smiling, watching her from afar as she jumps over high, wooden walls.

If Nat gets above 80%, she gets to move to the next level. Level two being a basic IQ test to determined if you can think quick on your feet while having to make difficult choices. She'll watch a program, asking her specific questions. If she passes with a 85%, then she's officially a secret agent.

John leans over towards me, "She's doing good, more than just good. I even told the trainer to go his hardest on her- make her sweat until there's a watery pile underneath her, causing her to slip. Nothing seems to get her to fail."

I frown, sitting back down on the bench as I look back up to him. "You want her to fail?" I mumble.

"Of course not, I want her to work for me. I just want to see what her limits are."

"Trust me, she can go on for days and days." I sigh, "She won't stop."

Leaning froward to check up at Andrew, I see him staring with wide eyes at Natasha. You can't even see the sweat on her, but she's definitely out of breath from all the quick movements she needs to do. This organization really doesn't go soft on rookies, the newbies who just want to try-out to be apart of the SPO. They go even harder when you sign up to compete to be a secret agent. They give you tasks to run a certain speed under a certain time limit, do complicated fighting techniques, jump, crawl and climb over walls, and much more.

Roxanne folds her arms, leaning back. "I'll give it to her. She's good, but that's because she's an assassin."

My jaw clenched. John quickly protected her, "No, she isn't. She's one of you now, Roxanne. Like it or not, you'll work with her."

Roxanne groans then sighs, "I wasn't trying to be mean."

"Kinda' sounded like that's what you implied-" Andrew gets cut off by me.

I softly punch his upper arm, excitedly as my girlfriend jogs towards us. "She's done." I smile, patting his arm quickly.

"Yeah, I can see that. Chill out." He muttered, pulling my hand away from his arm.

A blush creeps up on my face, my eyes addicted to seeing Natasha all hot and sweaty running towards us. It's all in slow motion as I stare at her in awe. The way her lips part as she struggles to catch her breath, the way she looks so good and the way I'm fantasizing about her looking like this, a sweaty mess, behind me in bed. Quickly shaking my head, I snap back into reality. She stops in front of us, heavily panting, hands on hips. Andrew saw that I was trying to stand up, and helped me get my crutches next to me.

Natasha steps froward, "No, sit down." She warns, breathlessly. Her forehead glistening.

I roll my eyes dramatically, "Just because I have a fractured knee, doesn't mean I can't do anything."