Rose's P.O.V.
I walk into the training room, walk past the boxing area, and I go to where some targets are set up. I guess that there are other people who like archery.
I set my quiver on my back, pull out my bow, and I notch an arrow. I close by eyes, before letting it fly.
Twing
I slowly open my eyes, and I gasp at what I see. I hit the bullseye! I don't even remember how to do this! I move to the next target, notch my next arrow, and close my eyes again
Twing. Bullseye.
Next.
Twing. Bullseye.
Next.
Twing. Bullseye.
I keep doing this until I realize that I have no more targets to shoot at. There were about 20 targets. I start to pull my arrows out of the targets, when I hear whispering. It's coming from the ceiling beam. I don't think that a normal human could hear it, but Asgardians have better hearing than most.
"What the heck? Nat, did you see that? I haven't done that for a long time." A male voice said.
"Quiet down Clint!" Was heard from a female voice, followed by what sounded like a slap. "She'll hear us! Seriously though, I don't think that there's much that you can teach her." She added.
"What are you talking about?" the one named 'Clint' questioned. "I'm way better than her!" He retorted, drawing out the 'y' in way. Hey! I have feelings you know! Oh, right. They don't know that I can hear them. Whoops......
"Clint. You said it yourself, you haven't done that for a long time, and she did it with thee eyes closed. I think there is some stuff that she could teach you." The female, 'Nat' argues.
Quickly, I notch an arrow, and let it loose, and it lands right beside 'Clint's' head. He immediately stood- sorry, sat- still. He pulled the arrow out of the beam, as he, and the female, slowly came down from the ceiling, an stood in front of me.
The man had on a purple t-shirt, black shoes, black pants, and sunglasses. The woman had on a black t-shirt, red pants, black wedged boots, a necklace with an arrow on it, and small crystal studs in her ears, and had very curly, short, fiery red hair.
"Hi Rose. I'm Natasha Romanoff, and this dimwit over here," she said punching the guy beside her in the arm," is Clint Barton. We are your trainers. Though, I don't think that there is much that Clint can teach you."
The man looks hurt.
"Hey! I am not a dimwit! And there is too stuff that I can teach her! Have you ever heard of technology enhanced arrows?" He questioned, turning to face me.
"Pardon?" I asked, puzzled.
"Yes! See, I told you that she wouldn't know what they were Nat! You owe me 10 bucks!" He exclaimed, jumping up and down.
"Actually Clint, I said that she wouldn't. you said that she would, which is kind of stupid if you ask me. Hand it over." Natasha said, causing Clint to hand over the money. He looks at me again, but this time he looks really happy.
"Well, I guess that there is stuff that I can teach you. I think that we'll get along just fine." He said, handing me my arrow.
I nod my head in agreement, as does Natasha.
"We'll get along just fine."
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Hi again!
So, I updated! And Rose met Clint and Natasha! What do y'all think? Also, I have a question for all of you. Who do you ship? Clintasha, or Romanogers? Well, have a nice day! Be sure to vote and comment! Bye!
-Rose
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The Lost Rose
Fanfiction*im going to be honest with you, I wrote this book when I was 13/14 and the writing is something I am definitely not proud of but I don't have the desire to rewrite it. If you still want to read it, don't say i didn't warn you haha* When Rose, princ...
