(Sorry about the pic, but I had to.) Scene: You meet him when Nat makes you guys spar together.
You were sweating as Nat aimed a roundhouse kick at your head. You dodged it and used the chance as you kicked outward and swept her other foot from the floor. She fell with a thud and you grinned in victory as you pinned her down.
She grinned back at you. "Good job. You beat me. I think it's time you move on to the next level." You got up off of her and took off your tank top to reveal your sports bra as you poured some of your water onto your head. You shook off the remaining water as you took a drink. "And what is that?"
Right then, the door to the training room opened and both you and Nat looked up to the stranger. Nat smiled at the (you had to admit) hot dude. "Him." She answered. You gave him a once over. He was buff, but not too much. It was the sexy sort of muscular, not the over-the-top kind, you were getting carried away.
You grinned at the challenge. "Sure." The man smiled back at you as he gave you a once over as well. "This is Clint, or Hawkeye, if you want. Clint, this is (Y/N). She's the new prodigy I was telling you about." His smile grew wider. "I know."
You realized why he was smiling when you looked down and remembered you were only in your bra and some Nike shorts. You liked to spar completely barefoot, so your shoes were back in your bag. You and Clint entered the ring as Nat stepped out to watch.
You both got in defensive stances as you circled the ring. You always made it your rule to never make the first move, but it seemed he followed that rule too. You knew you probably were going to have to make the first move as you sighed.
Weak spot. I need to find a weak spot.
He had a gap in between his arms, a perfect critical hit. You had to draw his attention away from there to open it up wider. So, you followed Nat's last move and aimed for his head. He didn't follow the suit you had used last time, as he went to dodge and punch. You quickly brought your foot down and did an uppercut to his diaphragm. He paused for just a second and huffed. You took this opportunity and grabbed his shoulders and brought his chest down to your knee.
You made sure to do it a bit softly, because you were pretty strong. As he fell to the floor, you rolled him over and pinned him down. He stared up at you, panting. You could see the glimmer in his eye as he smiled. "You really are good. But, not as good as me." You raised an eyebrow as his smile turned to a smirk.
Suddenly, he grabbed your waist and flipped you over him, so your heads were parallel. Then, he flipped himself over to pin you down before you could react. He smirked up to Nat. "I think your prodigy needs some work." Nat just shook her head. "There's a reason she's a prodigy."
He looked down at you and smiled, so you followed plan Z. You kissed him. It was a sweet, passionate kiss. You realized his lips tasted like chocolate and granola. After a couple seconds, he joined in.
Perfect, you thought.
You grabbed his shoulders and rolled him over, pinning him down once again. You grinned down at him. "I win." You pushed off of him as you did a backflip on to your feet and you walked out of the training room with your bag over your shoulder.
Clint got up and stared after you. "She sure is something, isn't she?" Natasha asked, grinning at your back. Clint smirked mischievously. "She sure is." And then he walked out after you.
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A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for reading. I'm sorry if this was cliché. Please vote and comment, thanks a million.
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~Sports_books_1816
