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"I hope you are not underestimating me," Nora said, a small smirk playing on her lips.
The training room buzzed with energy, Nora stood at the center, her moon-like silver hair tied in a high ponytail, that gracefully cascaded down her back. Bouncing from one leg to another, her face held a calm look quipped with a smirk.
Clint chuckled, "Let's see what you have got, Reyes."
The sparring session started, something that was a regular for them to keep their skills polished and now, as a method to test her skills-- to know how much power and agility surge in her veins.
Their movements blurred— swift jabs, calculated dodges. Nora's lithe form weaved through the air, surprising everyone with her agility. Clint's eyebrows shot up in mild surprise; perhaps he'd underestimated her after all.
One thing was clear in everyone's mind, her agility was something not to be taken lightly, each movement fluid and precise, and she looked like she soared in wind.
"Impressive," he admitted, ducking a roundhouse kick, before grabbing her feet in the air, "But agility won't save you every time."
With a swift motion he twist her leg, she would have landed on her face, if she hadn't freed her foot with a kick, executing a flawless backflip to land several feet away from him, "I have been in this game for a long time too Clint, I know what will save me,"
Nora was relentless. She ducked, twisted, and countered. Her fists danced; and soon enough she landed a solid hit on Clint's shoulder. He staggered, momentarily off balance. Seizing the opportunity, she swept her legs under him, sending him crashing to the ground. His surprised expression was almost comical.
"That was some good moves," Clint said, Nora forwards her hand as he grasps it standing up.
"Why, Thank you,"
Natasha watched her intently, not with the gaze of speculation but suspicion, those moves were a hell lot like the training she had been through it, not exactly but a replica of them for sure.
Fury had not told them anything about her past-- and now this, Natasha's instincts were rarely wrong, and she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Nora Reyes than met the eye.
The day was spent in their usual routine, just a little different for the new addition in the family. Though, all day long, even though Nora didn't mention it doesn't mean she didn't feel the suspicious glances Natasha would cast upon her.
It was unsettling to say the least. She doesn't want the game of speculations and blame to start again.
The crescent moon hung up in the sky like a twinkling ornament, lighting up the way for people--even in the darkest hours, a light always lit up the sky. But there are moments, moments when no light is seen, the only thing around is eternal darkness, just like a moonless cloudy night.
