"This is the beginning of a long journey for you and me."
"For our people to be the strongest in our Galaxy, we had to weed out our weak ones."
"No one is going to pull their punches. This isn't like the cartoons you watch on Saturday morning. The p...
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The Avengers Compound.
Despite Sammy being here for the week, a surprise her mother had hidden from her, it didn't mean that her training was allowed to be put on hold. Her father had made that clear when he woke her up at 4 in the morning telling her to get dressed as they were going upstate because of a family emergency, Sammy who had been sleeping on the floor beside her had tossed a pillow at her only to tense up when he spotted her father watching the action in amusement.
Sammy had been weird around her dad since he found out about her powers all those years ago.
Always tensing up for a second, shooting her a concerned look before he forced his body to relax as he remembered that he had known Marcus his entire life.
When she had placed her suit in her bag ready to leave, Sammy grabbed her wrist pulling her into a tight hug telling her to be careful before she followed her father out of the apartment and he flew them up into the skies.
Hence, now.
Mira let out a small grunt as her back landed on the matted ground, Natasha Romanoff standing above her. For the first half of her training, Marcus wanted her to work with the best Avenger at hand to hand, AKA: The Black Window.
Without using her powers.
He wanted her prepared just in case someone came at her with something that would disable her powers. While he claimed it was impossible as a Renterian for their powers to be stripped away, he had also admitted that magic was one of their few weaknesses so she needed to be ready to fight without her gifts just in case some witch or warlock cursed her, causing her to temporarily lose her access to her strength.
Pressing her palms against the floor by the side of her head, just past her shoulders as Natasha had taught her, she curled her back and flipped her body back up so that she was on her feet opposite the stunning assassin.
Natasha grinned proudly "Nice to know you were listening last time nibblet."
Given how much she loved the nickname, Mira grinned back at her before raising her fists ready for the training to continue.
Why her father wanted her to know every possible way to kill a man she didn't know.
They didn't murder people, they protected people.
Yes, she could understand learning offensive tactics she always had during their sessions, but this was far more intense. It wasn't just learning to fight to win, it was fighting to kill.
Raising her arm, she blocked the incoming leg swinging at her before twirling out of Natasha's reach as the Widow continued to advance on her.
Ducking under the next incoming blow, Mira quickly slammed her fist into Natasha's side, a sharp cry escaping her as she was met with a kick to the knee in response. Pushing through the pain, she threw herself into the side ariel she had learned in gymnastics, her feet slamming right into Natasha's face sending the ex-assassin stumbling back a few steps.
