Who are you? (A Loki Love Story)

Chapter Twenty One - Arrows and Fists

        Tony and I are both in extremely good moods, and to be honest, I think it might be scaring the others. We all know why Tony is so happy. Pepper is coming back tonight for the first time since the New York attack, and he was like a kid on Christmas morning. I was happy because it was Thursday, and if it all wasn't a dream, I would get to see Phil again. If it was all a dream, I would have a lot of apologizing to do to Nat and Clint. Me not talking to them is driving them a little crazy. I've been mad at them before, but never this long, and never quite like this. Clint is trying to figure out what they did, while Nat is trying to get me to crack under pressure, like staring at me while I am reading, which she knows is my biggest pet peeve, or she tries to annoy the crap out of me.

        I'm down in the training room a few hours before I have to meet Phil, and I'm punching a punching bag into retirement, even though Tony is trying to find something that will hold up to me and Steve, and I'm listening to my workout playlist on full blast through the speakers. I don't hear Clint and Nat walk in, and when Clint taps me on the back, scaring the crap out of me, I flip him and put one foot on his chest.

        "That was unexpected." I hear him say from the floor, and I roll my eyes as I let him go, and turn back to the bag. I see Nat give him a hand off the floor out of the corner of my eye, and they glance at me before Nat gives him a look. He sighs and comes over to me. "Nat and I want to propose a deal." He says, and I raise an eyebrow, curiosity getting the better of me. "You have a contest with both of us, and if you win, we won't bother you about this anymore, but if we win, you have to tell us why you are angry." I think about it for a few minuets. It would get them off my back, but it's fun watching Clint and Nat be confused, and at the same time, I want to get this off my chest and talk to them about it, because it's hard not talking to people for almost a week. I look up at them and nod once, sticking my hand out to seal the deal. They both look a little surprised at my acceptance, but shake my hand as well.

        "What'll it be?" Nat asked me, and I walked over to the wall of weapons on the other side of the training room. I scanned the wall before selecting my favorite bow and a quiver of arrows. When I turn back, I see utter surprise and confusion on their faces. Nobody knows about my shooting skills. Not even Fury, which was pretty hard to achieve. I start to walk past them when I stop, gesturing for Clint to grab a bow as well. He looks at me strangely.

        "Are you sure?" I nod, and go over to the targets, waiting for him and Nat to get down here. They finally get there and Clint looks towards me again. "Want to warm up?" He asks, and I nod. We shoot for a moment, and I act like the worst shooter ever. Poor form, bad accuracy, bad grouping. Clint Shoots a few bull's-eyes before looking at my targets and smirking. "This'll be easier than I thought." I hear him mutter under his breath. I hide the bubble of laughter trying to force it's way out of my mouth by gesturing for him to go first. He raises an eyebrow, but goes anyway, putting three arrows all within the bulls-eye. He turns back to me, a proud look on his face. "You're up." He said. I walk forward slowly, and get into my fake poor form. I look back at Clint and he is watching as if he has already won. I smirk at him, and the look freezes on his face.

        I straighten into a perfect position, and fire an arrow directly into the center. I shoot another, splitting the first, and another, splitting the second as well. Because the arrows are metal, it's hard to split them unless you hit a tiny sweet spot in the direct center. "I turn around to see utter shock on both of their faces.

        "I win." I say with a smirk.

        "H-How did you..." Clint can't even finish his question.

        "I have my ways." I say in a creepy voice, proceeding to freak Clint out a little more. I turn to Nat. "Spar?" I ask, and she nods slowly, before we walk towards the mat, leaving Clint behind to stare at the target.

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        Nat won quickly in the spar. Normally, it would've gone on a lot longer, but I was distracted by the thought of Phil. I had to meet him in an hour, and in all honesty, I wanted to go get ready. "So what now? I won one, you won one." I say, leaning against the wall.

        "Rematch?" Nat suggested. I shook my head.

        "How about a compromise? I tell you, in two words why I am mad at you both, and you guys stop trying to make me not dislike you?"

        "That can work." Nat said. I nodded and started to leave. "What were your two words?" Nat calls out. I stop in the door way and look back at them.

        "Phil Coulson." I say clearly, before spinning around and leaving the room.

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