•• "You can't be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man without the neighborhood." ••
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(NOTE):
Liz Allen didn't go to Homecoming with Peter in this story! She went with her friends, he went with his. L...
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Peter watches from the side of the training room. He leans against a glass railing, overlooking the two girls with their arms raised up to their face.
They've been going at it for about two hours now, working on strength on the upper body and skill of throwing punches. Madeline was seen repeatedly twisting her body and punching at Natasha's raised gloves. Peter was carefully watching, seeing if the girl had gotten tired or if she might be hurt.
Yesterday's training was bad enough. The girl had took a hard hit in the head when failing to block Natasha's punches. That day, she got so determined to perfect dodging, she even stayed up until late last night practicing her moves.
In some way, Natasha saw herself in Madeline Osborn; independent, strong-minded, capable. She expected the girl to run to Peter the first time she actually got hit, but she showed no fear and kept at it.
Now, it was a new day, and Natasha saw how much she worked hard on improving. She saw some sort of spark light in her. She knew something was driving her to be perfect in training.
She just needed to figure out what and why.
"No, move your body with your punches. Don't get scared, go for it!"
Peter watches Madeline try to aim a punch toward Natasha's flat gloves, it looks like a hard hit, but she misses and almost collided her leather glove with her trainer's face. Nat dodged it in time, but the girl receives a dirty look, almost as if she was saying, 'if that would've hit me, you'd be dead'.
"Sorry," Maddie apologized.
"It's fine," Natasha said, "you're punches are strong but your lacking aim." She stood in a ready position with her gloves both up. "Focus on the glove. Be ready for anything."
The girl squared her hips and raised her fists up, concentrating on just one glove. She moved her body with the flow of the punch and aimed a hard hit dead center of the glove. But before she could relay back, Natasha took a step sideways and Madeline saw her other glove come flying toward her face.
Peter gasped when he saw the girl fail trying to block it with her arm but she ended up loosing her balance and falling on her butt.
"Shit," she seethed through her teeth and touched her throbbing cheek, "You said to focus on the glove!"
"Doesn't matter. Your opponent's next move will be unpredictable, you need to prepare for what they'll do and how you'll be able to defend yourself from it."
Madeline huffed out multiple exhausted breaths. She wiped the dripping sweat from her temple with her arm and winced while standing back up. Peter instinctively gripped on his crossed arms, getting kind of worried for her if Natasha was pushing too hard. This was only the second day of training after all.
