Chapter 1: Training

I take a deep breath as I focus my mind. Picking up a knife, I carefully weigh it in my hands. I close my eyes and listen to my heartbeat. Inhaling, I throw the knife at the target 100 feet away. I smile when I look up to find the knife deeply impaled in the center of the target. As I throw the other four knives, I think back to how I got here.

The last few years have been a crazy whirlwind of shit. When I met my partner in crime, Clint Barton, I was on a mission given to me by the Red Room. Of course I was known as Natasha Romanova at the time. Clint was given a mission to kill me, but being him he decided to take me in. Director Fury was pissed when he found out what Clint did. As a result, he had me placed in surveillance for months trying to get me to talk. I was so stubborn then, convinced that S.H.I.E.L.D. was the enemy. Unfortunately for him having the infamous Black Widow in custody didn't exactly make getting information easy. The only people who even tried to get me to communicate during the time were Agent Phil Coulson, Clint and himself.

Once I finally started to talk, Fury agree to let me go. However there were some consequences like me having to become an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Luckily I was given Coulson as my S.O. which was nice considering he was one of the only people who was kind and whom I trusted with my life. Coulson was also the person to demand that I was partnered with Clint when I became an agent.

I am brought back to reality as I hear someone softly clapping. Readying a knife, I turn to the mysterious clapping. The knife leaves my hand as I hear a voice.

"Shit, Tasha. It's just me." Clint shouts as he drops down from the air vent holding his leg which got scrapped.

"Dammit Clint! The next time you do that won't just be your leg." I say smacking his dumbass in the back of the head. "Now let me see it."

"Tasha I am perfectly fine. It doesn't even hurt." He states not noticing the blood pouring out of his leg. Rolling my eyes, I poke the wound. When he lets out a hiss, I laugh & help him hobble into the hospital wing.

I watch with amusement as Clint gets his leg wrapped by one of the nurses. The second the nurse touches his leg, he begins to freak out. For such a tough guy he can be such a baby when he's injured.

I smirk as I hear him shout at the poor nurse.

"Clint, you have to behave. The better you are the sooner you can get back to shooting." I remind him not so subtly.

"Fine." he mumbles as he relaxes in the medical cot allowing the nurse to go to work on his leg. After a half hour, Clint is up and ready to go to the shooting range.

After a quick stop in his room to grab his bow & arrows from the vault, we are off to the shooting range outside. When we get there, I'm on his left with my knives & gun while Clint notches the arrow in the bow. Being the utter gentleman he is, he lets me have the first hit on the target.

Once I watch my knife sink into the gel mannequins head, he shoots the it in the chest right between the lungs. It isn't until I see his smirk that I notice the arrow blinking.

"CLINT!" I shout as I watch him jump on top of the roof. I charge after him getting to the roof right before the arrow blows the mannequin to jelly. I find him laughing his ass off.

"Clinton Barton, you are so fucking dead!" I shout surveying the damage from above. "You blew up my favorite knife, мудак!"

"That's what you get for taking me to the hospital wing." he shoots back trying to regain his composure.

I give him my death glare and he shuts up real quick.

"What the hell happened out here?" We hear Maria Hill yell from down below.

"Run." Clint whispers with a mischievous grin. Sighing I start after him. What a тупица, I think as I see him run right in to Coulson. I smile when I see Coulson scold him as though he were a child. I debate waiting for Coulson to give Clint the full schpiel before deciding against it when I see Clint begin to pout. Walking to the boys, I smirk at Clint and give him a smack on the back of his head.

"Hey Coulson. Sorry about him. We had to run before Maria caught us all because some тупица decided to blow up a target and my favorite knife." I explain much to Coulson's amusement.

"Well, that explains the running. But why did he blow up your knife Nat?" Coulson asks.

"Oh, he was just bitter because I made him go to the hospital wing." I answer.

"To be fair, I barely got scrapped by a knife that you threw at me." Clint tried to reason. When Coulson and I gave him a look he shut up.

"Anyways, Clint is very sorry for running into you. Right Clint?" I say raising my eyebrow at him.

"I'm sorry, Coulson. I will be much more careful next time I am in the halls." He mumbles.

"It's fine Clint." Coulson replies laughing. "Though I would be happy you ran into me and not someone overly dangerous like Fury."

I chuckle thinking of how that interaction would have gone. Watching Clint's eyes bulge out of his head was the icing on the cake.

"Oh that reminds me," Coulson said, "Fury wanted me to get you guys for mission assignments."

"Alright. Lead the way, Coulson." Clint says as I nod. A mission would be really good for us. I just hope it isn't anything too drastic.

мудак- you asshole

тупица- Dumbass


AN: This is my first story so I am sorry if it seems poorly written. I am trying really hard with this one because I want it to be good. Please read & review the story. I will try to listen to any criticism that is given. Thanks. Kaitlyn Elizabeth.