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TW: fighting, injury/blood mention.
I woke up the next morning, natasha was already up drinking coffee. "want some?" she asked with a soft smile, I was taken by surprise but I agreed. "sure thanks." She got another mug and poured the rest into another cup before drinking it. "You should probably make some then." She smirked, I rolled my eyes before tipping her first mug down the drain.
"Your sister is probably gonna be asleep for a while, you wanna train?" I shake my head, "no thanks."
"you're gonna pass up on a chance to kick my ass?" She asked with a chuckle, "kick your ass? you're way more experienced than me. There's no way." I reply putting on some more coffee. "I did say a chance. But if it makes you feel better I'll go easy on you." I scoff. "I don't need your pity victory."
"I meant I won't hurt you too bad, your sister would kill me. I'd never let you win." I run out of excuses so I just go along with it, plus training is always good for getting your emotions out and I wouldn't feel so guilty taking my anger out on her since she was usually at fault anyway. "fine meet me there in 10." I sigh, leaving to go get changed, when I walked into the training room, I couldn't help but notice how good she looked in her suit. I wanted to be annoyed or say something mean but it was impressive.
Though her zipper was slightly lower than usual which I felt like she did on purpose. "my eyes are up here Maximoff" She smirked, zipping her suit up, yes, definitely on purpose.
"just thinking about where I am gonna shoot you later." I say rolling my eyes, trying to play it off. "sure, I definitely believe you." She teases, I roll my eyes, "let's just get this over with."
"Are you thinking about me? Is that why you're so unfocused?" Natasha asked a few minutes into the session, delivering a kick towards my head which I block. "You wish." I deliver a punch to her stomach. "Are you sure that's your strong arm?" She quips, yet again. I was getting really tired of this. "Come on, you don't like me, use some of that and attack me properly, there's no point in this if you don't try."
I don't know why I couldn't do it, I hated her, there were so many moments I had thought of getting payback against her in some way but now I was in the situation it felt like there was some kind of wall stopping me from doing it.
Natasha stopped, stepping back into her regular stance. "you okay? You know this isn't real right?" She seemed surprisingly soft, and like she was being genuine in her concerns, it made something flutter in my chest.
"I know it's not real I'm not stupid." I replied defensively, a mix of emotions running through me as I realised my soft spot for natasha. How was it I could crave attention and care from someone I despised?
Natasha took the chance to hit me in the face, it didn't hurt but I knew it was a warning. "You can't get vulnerable in a fight, don't show a weakness. It's easily exploited."
"I know that but like you said its not a real fight." I give her a light jab back. We kept going easy on each other yet it slowly became more intense as we delivered more hits and insults. It had gone from practice to personal.
My face was swollen, Nats lip was bleeding and we both showed no sign of stopping as we kept flipping each other over trying to win. I was pinning natasha when I saw blood spray from her mouth. "You got it on me you asshole! I liked this shirt."
"It's ugly, I did you a favour." She flipped us over and stood up. "I win." She grabbed a towel and walked a few steps away. "that's not fair, I wasn't done."
Take a shower, Maximoff, I can smell you from here." She said without turning around. "Care to join me?" I said sarcastically. "In your dreams." She looked back at me with an angry look in her eyes before leaving. I sat there trying to catch my breath as I recovered from everything that happened.
Sorry this was a little short, if you have any ideas on why Nat and y/n's relationship is so complicated/ why they could hate each other please let me know.
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FanfictionNatasha Romanoff How could a name that used to taste so bitter on my tongue turn into something so sweet? Because she was mine. She was always mine, mine to loathe and mine to love. I do not own the characters except y/n