Millicent could see how Clint was completely in love with Natasha.

Even when he furiously shook his head spewing forth words like, 'no', 'never', 'why would you', and 'nevah ever evah' when she asked him about it.

She just smiled, and headed over to the training room, her blue hair in a ponytail, a plan twisting its way into her mind.

They were obviously smitten with each other. Why deny it?

'Because they're stupid idiots who are too immature to face their feelings. And that's why all they need is a push. And I need a partner.' She thought, as she opened the door, and saw Natasha training, punching the utter crap out of a punching bag.

"You know, you should do that to something that can defend itself. Like me. " she offered, knowing exactly what was going to happen. If one thing good had happened while being held captive it was the training they had given her when she had given up.

Or rather, acted like she was giving up.

But nevertheless, they had trained her as their own, another reason of guilt on her conscious, and the first thing she had learned was to never get angry. Angry made you weak, it made you lose control. The only way to win was to stay in control. And the only way to forget anger was to forgive. Which she knew, Natasha could never do.

'Push the right buttons, and there we go.' She thought.

"Alright them. Bet ready to get your ass kicked." Nat spoke up.

She smiled.

"Bring it."

Natasha ran towards her, her fist connecting with Millicent's stomach. Millicent didn't give up though. She threw Natasha over her shoulder, dropping over her, and started twisting her hand.

"So, how did it feel, huh? Me hugging Clint? Well, there's going to be a lot of that, maybe even more." She spoke, smiling with fake-sweetness.

The look in Natasha's eye was one that said 'I'll-kill-you-and-hide-the-body-in-the-woods.'

The red haired assassin flipped her over, tying to knee her, her anger clearly visible.

"Why would I care? As long as you don't betray him, I don't care." She said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Truth be told, she didn't want to answer the whole 'why-are-you-so-annoyed-because-of-her-and-Clint?' question that her mind seemed to repeat more than ever.

Her anger and annoyance grew tenfold when Millicent simply smirked, and flipped her again, easily pinching a nerve on her neck that made every cell near her back ache.

"Well, then. I guess you'll have no problem if somebody else, say, like me, gets him, do you now? Better be quick, dah-ling. Or I'll take him." she said, removing her hold on her nerve as Natasha took a breath in, a fiery look in her eyes.

'Plan: Clintasha, phase one, complete. Thought planted. This is going to be fun. ' Millicent thought, standing up, and walking away.

Now all she needed was a partner. Who, who, who- her line of thought was interrupted by a certain, hot genius walking down the hall of shield popping black currents in his mouth like orange-flavored tic-tac's.

She waved at him, giving him a wink, before turning and finding Natasha looking at her with an infuriated masking her face.

She smiled.

Yes, this was going to be fun.

Millicent knew it.

She just knew it.

A/N: so, I won't be updating this is much as I should, only because my I start my sophomore year at college on Monday, and I really need to finish my assignment.

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-Anna.