𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑|
❝Why can't you see
that I'm not going
to ever leave you?
I care for you too
much. So, here's a
promise. I'm not
going to leave you.
Not now, not ever.❞
𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟
𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞
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CHAPTER TWO: TRAINING SESSION
OLIVIA WOKE UP THE next day at seven a.m like she usually did. She took a shower―︎ even though she was going to have to take another one after training―︎and got dressed in a plain black shirt that was lose on her body as well as black yoga pants that showed her curves perfectly. She put her hair in a half up-do, looking at herself for a moment before deciding to take it down once again. She slipped into her black shoes and with a hesitant huff, walked out of her room and down to the training area. She was going to stretch as well as ready herself to train the Romanoff woman, but when she stepped into the training room, she stopped dead in her tracks.
Natasha Romanoff stood there at the punching bag, punching it and kicking it with little to no effort whilst not breaking a sweat. Olivia crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowed at the woman that she had grown a strong hatred for over night. After she had dramatically left the scene, Clint had followed her and she demanded the file on the woman before she would even think about training her, and so he gave it to her―︎although hesitantly―︎ and Olivia was up for hours on end reading through every single part of it that she could.
"I must say, Miss Romanova, that you have some very vile and vicious kills that are inside of your file." Olivia finally decided to speak up after standing there for five minutes, and for once Natasha hadn't noticed her. The redhead caught the punching bag, holding it steady as Olivia continued forward. "How messed up are you really? Because I truly am curious?"
Olivia knew that her words weren't fair, she knew that she was being a bitch and she was messing with an assassin that could no doubt kill her within the blink of any eye, but Olivia was a little messed up too. And she had trust issues, and she was seeing how far she could go before the Romanoff woman would break. She had memorized the woman's file from her birth date to every single kill that was in the file down to the most gruesome description.
Natasha turned to look at the other woman, no emotion on her face. But for some reason, she had a feeling that the woman in front of her was going to break that blank exterior that she had put up―︎though she was trying to ease herself into being allowed to show emotions. There wasn't a doubt in the Red Room assassin's mind that the woman in front of her was dangerously beautiful. But there was something about her that wasn't fully human, and Natasha couldn't quite decipher what is was.
"As much as I admire your staring, Natalia, I do believe we should start our training." Olivia smirked walking past the woman and going over to the mats. Had Natasha really been staring? She hadn't had she? Natasha blinked before following the woman closely.
"I go by Natasha now." Natasha tried, taking her place in front of the woman.
"Well, I prefer calling people by their real names." Olivia said with a sarcastic smile. "Natalia Alianovna Romanova. It is quite a mouthful to say, but I must say I do enjoy watching that flicker of pain rush through your eyes, though you try very hard to conceal it."
