- Rebeka -

Chapter 1

(A/N: So, this is about a teenage girl named Rebeka who was somewhat taken under Natasha and Clint's wings. (Aren't I punny? His name is Hawkeye..Wing..? Get it?) Anyways, this is just a random story I came up with over the summer. It includes a few characters of my own which will be introduced later. So this was sorta inspired by the ever-popular question What happened in Budapest? and also by Agents of SHIELD. BTW I do not own S.H.I.E.L.D. or Natasha or Clint's characters or anything like that. I hope you like this!! Please leave a comment!! All kinds of feedback and/or criticism is appreciated!!)

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Rebeka relaxed her hand and the arrow shot perfectly straight towards the target. Well, almost. She thought sardonically. The arrow embedded itself just a couple inches from the center and she drew another arrow from her quiver.

"You didn't give yourself the time to tighten and lock your back muscles. That can define the difference between a hit and a miss when you need a steady shot."

"Yeah, thanks," she murmured, her voice carrying the shadow of a Hungarian accent. She notched your next arrow into the wire, tensing it, slowing her breathing--exhale and relax the hand--this time hitting the target exact center, and all in a few seconds.

"You still didn't do it right," he said from behind her again. She shot a glare back at Clint, her mentor.

"I hit center without that step," she scowled as she paused to push back a long strand of her dark brown hair.

"That was a lucky hit." He walked to the target and yanked the arrow out. "The only reason it doesn't work for you is because you haven't given yourself a chance to get used to it." Rebeka sighed and notched another arrow. "Let's walk through it again, Beka," he said patiently. She shook her head and tensed the wire. "Your hits won't be consistent the way you're doing it." She un-notched the arrow and dropped her hands to her sides.

"Fine. Tell me for the millionth time exactly what to do." He smirked and came to stand beside her.

"Keep a confident posture; chin up, shoulders back, firm stance." She already had checked those things and stood tall, staring him down. "I know you always hold the bow perfectly, so just do that for me." She raised your bow and had aimed within a split second. "Now notch the arrow." She notched it instantly and pulled back the string until the wire was tensed and your hand was at her cheek, her arm perfectly aligned, continuing the linear line of the arrow. He circled her before saying anything. "Good form. Now let me walk you through the shot." Rebeka clenched her teeth but didn't let her frustration show. "The wire's already tensed. Now just tighten and lock your back muscles to steady the shot." For once, she listened to him. "Good. Now slow your breathing and finish taking the shot with the rest of the steps." Clint stepped back and waited.

She purposely continued slowly, knowing he wanted to see any improvements that may have taken place. She cleared her mind. A few deep breaths--exhale--relaxation of the hand. The arrow flew straight to the center of the target once again. "That's better, but to perfect it you need to continue using that step."

"Ok yeah, thanks." She slipped off her quiver and tossed it against the wall.

"Y'know, if you don't like the way I'm teaching, you could just take a class with some bozo and use store-bought equipment." She gave him a sarcastic laugh.

"No, no Clint. I just don't like the way you think I want to be taught archery." He gazed at her a while before answering.

"I can't teach you what Natasha did." Rebeka clenched her bow a little more tightly.