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 THREE: TRUST
TWO WEEKS. THAT'S HOW LONG Natasha had been trained between Clint and Olivia, and the rivalry between the two women only seemed to grow worse and worse. Glares were thrown towards one another, snide comments and training sessions became rougher and rougher until Clint forced them away from each other. Now, he was standing there with his hands on his hips as he watched Olivia abuse the punching bag.
"I don't understand what you have against her, Liv." Clint sighed as Olivia kicked the punching bag, spinning to glance at him before going back to the thing that was allowing her to let out her anger.
"Don't understand?" Olivia asked, her breath heavy as she spoke. "Do you. . . not understand. . . what this woman has done?" She let out an annoyed huff as she slammed her fist against the bag, stopping only when Clint stood behind it to hold it still. Her fists were still up in front of her as she looked at the man. After a moment, she let out a sigh before putting her hands down to her hips. "What?"
"I brought her here so that she could get a fresh start, Olivia." The girl winced at the use of her full name―︎something that wasn't often used by Clint unless he was upset or angry with her. "I didn't bring her here so that you could harass her about things she has done in the past. She's trying to become a better person, Olivia, and you're not giving her a chance to do so."
"Clint, she's a Red Room assassin that's Russian and knows how to kill me with a simple punch. You don't trust people that are assassins, especially not Russian assassins." Olivia chastised, rolling her eyes.
"Olivia, I'm being serious. Give her a chance, that's all I'm asking." Clint said with a soft sigh. Olivia looked at him, her eyes running over his face. She could tell he really wanted this to work out. He really wanted Natasha Romanoff to become good, to get off of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s radar in a bad way. He wanted to give her a second chance, and Olivia was standing in the way of that. Olivia let out a soft sigh, running a hand through her hair.
"Fine." She watched as his face almost instantly brightened up. "I'll try to give her a chance, but if she even steps a toe out of line. . ."
"That's all I'm asking." He nodded his head in understanding. She let out a scoff, a joking smile forming on her lips as she playfully sent a punch to his shoulder.
"You're lucky I love you."
"Love you too." He smiled. She shook her head as she started to walk away, the smile never leaving her face. She enjoyed to make Clint happy, she owed it to him after all. He had saved her from her eternal doom and she would forever owe him for that. She walked down the hall, her heeled combat boots clicking against the floor. She entered the training room Natasha was situated in, Olivia having caught her just as she was taking a sip from her water bottle.
