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You could be the greatest
You could be the best
You be the king kong banging on his chest
The punching bag trembled under the force of Natasha's fists. Sweat poured down her face, and soaked every possible part of her body that it could.
She had failed.
How could she possible have failed? The Red Room trained her for success, and nothing less. So why was Barton lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to a life support machine?
Why was he the one broken and hurting, when all along, it should have been her?
Stupid self- sacrificing partners. Stupid trusting teammates.
That was all the blame she could possibly lay though, because deep down, she knew, it was her fault.
Natasha was a fully trained assassin, the very best that could come out of the program.
So why had she failed?
She cursed in Russian as her muscles threatened to give in on her after hours of grueling exercise. But pain was welcomed, because it should be her lying on the bed, suffering.
Is she still the best?
A/N: Keep reading to see what happened to Clint!