I'll fight for you (Clintasha)✔️

☆☾10☽☆ Are we still 'friends'?

Today Natasha followed Clint to his training. She still felt a tad bit uncomfortable in the foreign environment of the S.H.I.E.L.D base so she stuck close to Clint.

They entered the training room and Clint led her to a bench by the side, gave her a quick kiss, then approached the sparring mat where a recruit was waiting.

The sparring session began. With his agility and fast reflexes, Clint easily had his opponent in a headlock before flipping him to the ground.

Natasha watched attentively, thoroughly amazed by how impressive Clint's strikes were - gentle yet firm. It was a side of him she had never seen before.

She also thought he looked really manly in that standard issue black tee and track pants.

Clint then approached his opponent and extended a hand to pull him off the ground with a smile. Natasha admired how he still respected and honored his opponents. There was no question about his morality whatsoever.

The session ended after Clint sparred against five other opponents. Although all undoubtedly defeated by him, they waved goodbye to him with water bottles in hand, towels around their neck, and smiles on their faces.

The training room swiftly became empty except for Clint and Natasha.

He walked towards her and she jumped up praising and applauding him while handing him his bottle and dabbing his face with a towel.

"Shall I teach you some moves?" Clint grinned and laced his fingers with Natasha's.

"Sounds great! I wanna know how to protect myself in case I meet with the serial killer, that way you won't need to worry about me."

Clint smiled.

"It's just..." Natasha looked down and bit her lip, looking a little embarrassed.

"What, sweetheart?"

"I'm afraid I'll make a fool of myself, you know, I'm not very good at physical activity." She grinned sheepishly.

Clint chuckled.

"It's only us here, I'll guide you slowly. There's no need to be embarrassed in front of me, Sweetheart." He lifted her chin with a hand, then led her by the hand to the sparring mat.

"You saw how I locked Gordon's arms behind his back just now right?"

Natasha nodded.

Clint came to stand behind her and demonstrated that move on her, of course gently.

"Now you try it on me."

Natasha moved behind him and with a little uncertainty at first, reached out and grabbed onto Clint's arms.

"Right, like you're arresting me."

Natasha locked Clint's arms behind him securely.

"Now force me down onto the ground."

Natasha mumbled a surprised huh.

"Push me down onto my knees."

She did as told.

They moved on to the second set of fighting technique. Clint gave Natasha a brief introduction on the technique first.

"The pit of the stomach is known as the solar plexus. A punch to the solar plexus can easily knock the wind out of your attacker, it doesn't matter if he's 250 pounds."

Natasha nodded understandingly.

"Now you try it on me."

Clint stood back with open arms, welcoming Natasha to punch him.

Clenching her fist, she drew as much strength as she could and punched Clint's solar plexus. She felt her fist hit his solid, toned abs.

He let out a small gasp.

Natasha's eyes widened, afraid she had actually hurt him. Then Clint laughed and made her relieved.

"Woah, for someone so small, you sure can pack a punch!" He said and pulled her into his arms.

"I'm not small!" She pushed him away, feigning anger, then punched him again when he wasn't paying attention.

She burst out in giggles. After Clint had recovered from his shock and pain, he grinned and gave her a punishment - a kiss.

Clint taught Natasha a few more moves before they decided to play around and just fight freestyle. Natasha was quick to pick up the skills, but of course Clint went easy on her,

"You know, I still prefer the technique you taught me back in high school. I used it on Jonathan and you should've seen how he grimaced." Natasha laughed.

"Oh no, I know what you're thinking, but no way am I gonna let you practise that on me, not if you still wanna have kids." Clint gave her a wary glance.

"Hey! You're not supposed to know what I'm thinking, I'm the one studying psychology here! And who said I wanted to have your kids, don't get ahead of yourself, Mr Barton!" Natasha pouted, jabbing at his chest while Clint just chuckled and feigned hurt.

They chased each other round the training room and the session ended with Natasha pinning Clint beneath her.

She moved and sat straddling him with her hands on his chest before leaning down to look at him till their faces were just inches apart. Clint snaked his hands round her waist.

"Are we still 'friends'?"

"Depends on how hard you hit me." He smirked, then lifted his head so that their lips touched.

A set of blue eyes peeped from the edge of the door. A wave of blond hair followed its angry owner away.

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