Clintasha One-shots

Boxing AU-Part 1

In which Clint Barton is an uprising Boxing Champion with the call sign ‚Hawkeye' and Natasha Romanoff a feared sports interviewer, wo breaks everyone in her interviews. It's set after Barton was told by his Sponsor, that he had to loose in the 3rd Round in order to keep his contract. Before the fight, Natasha interviews him and his Trainer Philip Coulson for her Sports magazine and online Blog.

Music that fits this chapter: Cut the cord-Shinedown, Beyond burning skies- Battle Beast(for the first part), Ladies and Gentlemen-Saliva (for the beginning of the fight) I'm alive-Shinedown, Feel invincible-Skillet(for the end of the fight) and Thunderstruck-ACDC(after the fight), additionally I would recommend Headstrong-Trapt and Pain-Three Days Grace

Every song I mention in the fic will be in the playlist below😊

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Two days before the next fight for the middle weight championship, Natasha Romanoff made a call to Philip Coulson. She had known him for a long time now and as it happens, he was the coach of one of the fighters she had to write about. She called in some favours and was granted an interview the same day under the condition that no questions about his background were asked. That, she could do. She respected Coulson, he had been one of the best fighters of his generation and she had interviewed him a few times when he trained other boxers. As far as she knew, he had decided to step back from the business before suddenly reappearing on the stage with a new all-around talent.

Natasha had taken interest in his new apprentice. He was good and young. A lot of potential in her opinion. He won all past official fights until now. The upcoming one would be his trial by fire. If he won, the middle weight championship would be his. There were no other interviews she could refer to, since Barton never took one until now. It had always been Coulson who answered their questions. She would make this opportunity count.

Her official appointment in the old Gym Coulson owned was still half an hour away but she liked to be early. It gave her the opportunity to see things she otherwise wouldn't have. Most people prepared for her interviews to deliver a certain picture of themselves. By arriving early, she took that away. There was a reason her Co-workers jokingly called her the 'Black Widow'. She always got what she wanted in her talks. She had emotionally broken more Martial Arts fighters than she could count on two hands. It gave her a reputation she decided to use to her advantage.

The Gym was just like she remembered it. Old, 'vintage' how Coulson had called it in their first encounter, with a high ceiling and a ring in the centre. The punching bags were arranged around it while the whole floor was covered in dark grey floor mats. When Coulson approached her with a smile, extending his hand, she noticed some changes.

She shook his hand and nodded towards the ceiling and one of the walls "You renovated." Where before had been plain brick walls, she now saw pull up bars and a whole jungle gym installed. It looked new but already well used. The older man just shrugged "He likes to climb. Say's it helps him train. And it does so I won't complain." Together they rounded the Ring and were greeted with the sight of a relatively short and lithe blonde who was working on a punching bag while hanging upside down from the ceiling. He wore Bluetooth headphones and did a sit-up in the air every few punches. Sweat glistered on his bare chest but he seemed relaxed, concentrated on his exercise.

Coulson gestured for me to stay as he walked towards his student and carefully tapped him on the shoulder, keeping enough distance to be out of his punching range. The reason for that was presented to her when Barton reflexively lashed out to where Coulson was standing before even looking in his direction. He smiled an apologetic smile when he realised who had disturbed him and jumped down, landing gracefully in front of his mentor. His eyes narrowed immediately once he spotted her. Natasha could feel the blondes piercing stare on her a while longer until he asked Coulson "She's the reporter?" a little too loud because he still wore his headphones. Coulson nodded, smiling reassuringly.