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Natasha strode down the plain gray hall. Her black boots made muted clicking noises every single step she took. Natasha didn't get a uniform yet. So she just wore black jeans and a skintight jet black cami. She needed to look sexy to get information out of the boy she was interrogating.
She had a mission, her very first. The redhead had completed her training incredibly fast. The other young recruits accused her of cheating because of how comically good she was.
To tell the truth, she did spend at least three hours more I training a day than the other recruits. During his breaks, Natasha could see Clint sitting by the glass walls, watching her.
His bright eyes never missed a move by her. After he brought her to America, the girl had tried to distance herself from the blonde headed boy. And although she knew when he came to watch her, she didn't even glance at him.
Business first, that's what she always told herself. Fun was for children. Hell, crushes were freakin childish. And, in the long past months, first in poverty, last in training, had been painful.
Her first mission, sadly, didn't even leave the training campus. SHIELD suspected a boy about her age of being a double agent. Of what other agency, she had no idea.
Room 983. That's where he was. Alone ,too. It was right there. About half a foot away. Natasha shuddered with anxiety about the mission.
She put her pale hand on the silver doorknob. Shaking off the nervousness, she flung the door open.
He was really hot. Luke; that was his name. He had shiny midnight hair that fell in his face. The boy was about six foot and INCREDIBLY muscular.
Natasha's heart froze up when she saw him. Luke was just about te prettiest thing she had ever set eyes on. God dammit; how the hell was she going to interrogate HIM?! Luke could make her melt, and he was already doing that!
"Natasha," she introduced herself. Her silky voice echoed in the perfectly white room. Standing up tall, she waited for his answer.
" Luke," he stared her down. " Whaddaya want?" His emerald eyes locked with hers.
" You…," her whisper wouldn't have been heard in a normal room, but she was in this room. And so was Luke.
" Whoa, baby. Slow down," he chuckled.
Natasha kicked her boot on the floor. " Well, are we really gonna move that fast?"
"Naw," he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. There was no space between them. His hands were running up and down her back. My God, he was sexy.
Luke smiled and leaned forward. The two young agents' lips locked. It was the best kiss Natasha had ever had.
There was a faint click and it made Luke pull away. His eyes were lingering at the door. Natasha spun around to see what had troubled him.
The answer almost killed her. There was Clint, in the doorway with a defeated look in his eyes.
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