I have rewrote this chapter like 5 times so hopefully you will enjoy it. Feed back would be greatly appreciated.

Hectic. That was the only word that could properly sum up the last two days. Coulson and Barton had escorted the former Russian spy back to the main base of SHIELD, where she had met the director, Nick Fury. He had been eerily calm about meeting the Russian spy and agreed to give her a trail, although she could tell he was hesitant about it. By time she left his office she decided that he was a hard ass, but that he was simply looking after his staff and agents. After her meeting she was escorted to a small room where a shrewd man had attempted to debrief her. She only gave them bits and pieces, the stuff she thought was appropriate; there was no point in giving them everything...yet. As soon he was satisfied she had been whisked away to her new room, which was set apart from the others in a quiet wing of the base. She was grateful for the silence, but she knew it was another measure to protect the other agents.

She had not been able to rest long before someone timidly knocked on her door. She had opened it to find a little woman who looked scared to death, several files in her hands. The woman, Jessica, had taken her information and they worked out an arrangement for her name; she couldn't keep her Russian name, as it would make her too easy to track, but she wasn't willing to completely give up her identity. After a little arguing they had settled on Natasha Romanoff. It was a night play off her real name and she liked the sound of it, so she wasn't too disappointed when the woman officially sealed the file, making the change permanent.

The next day Natasha had been sent down to the training center, where her skills were evaluated. Naturally she passed everything with flying covers, excelling at hand-to-hand combat, firearms and stealth. After passing all of the qualifications her pistol was returned and she was left to do whatever she pleased, within reason. Instead of exploring the base she returned to her room, growing tired of the stares and whispers that she received. She was physically and mentally tired so she decided that she needed sleep.

It was early morning on the third day when someone started pounding on her door, causing her to groan and blink. She sat up sleepily, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with a yawn. "Who is it?" She called sleepily.

"Clint."

"Ug," she groaned again, falling back to the bed with a sigh. "What do you want?" The last thing she wanted to do was deal with the annoying male agent this early. She had decided that she did not particularly like him, although she couldn't find a legitimate reason; maybe it was the fact that he had showed her mercy and was responsible for this new life. Either way his very presence bugged her.

"Can I come in?"

"No," she frowned, pulling on a pair of pants.

"Why not?" He whined like a child, grating on her nerves.

"Go away Barton!" She snapped, hoping to intimidate him.

"Aw, come on Tasha."

Natasha scowled at that and crossed the room in a flash, nearly yanking the door from the hinges. "Do NOT call me that," she glared daggers at him.

"Oookay," he shrugged, rolling his eyes before flashing her a kiss-my-butt grin. Natasha wanted to choke him, but that would look bad, considering she hadn't even been on base a week. Instead she went to slam the door in his face, only to have him catch it and force it back open.

"What do you want?" She demanded, crossing her arms and scowling at him.

"You have got to lighten up a little, Romanoff. I came down here because my sparring partner bailed on me...again. Apparently he is tired of getting beat up all the time. I need someone who is a little closer to my level. Care to give it a go?"

"You are asking me to kick your ass?" She arched an eyebrow.

"I am asking you to try," he smirked at her.

"You're on pretty boy." She stepped into the hall,pushing past him.

"You think I am pretty?" Clint grinned as he followed her down the hall,towards the training center. Natasha just rolled her eyes, ignoring him; she would be able to beat him up soon enough.

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"Ready?" Clint asked, hopping up and down in place. Natasha sighed and shook her head at his childish antics before stretching, looking Clint over. He had changed into a top much like hers, but his was fitted and clung to his body. Her eyes followed the sculpted lines of his torso and arms and she had to admit he was an attractive guy, even if he was obnoxious.

"Then let's get started."

Clint's playful demeanor instantly turned serious as the two agents circled each other, their movements eerily similar. Each was waiting for an opening or for their opponent to attack. The minutes dragged by in silence and then it happened; Natasha lunged forward, heading straight for him and preparing to take him down. Clint barely had time to dodge her attack and he countered, grabbing her arm and attempting to drag her to the mat. She pulled away with surprising force and countered with a punch. It connected with his jaw and Clint was glad they were pulling punches, otherwise she would have knocked him out. Clint feigned a punch to her stomach before sweeping his leg out at the last minute, aiming for the back of her knees. Natasha rolled her eyes as she caught his leg, flipping him over. He landed on the mat with a grunt, a look of surprise in his eyes as she advanced towards him, determined to get him in a choke hold. He managed to block her with his knees and pushed her away before rolling to his feet, the fight continuing.

The intensity of the battle increased as they fought on, neither of them able to gain the upper hand. Their punches became more solid, their moves more advanced as they each tried to out do the other. Their motions were blurred by the speed they were performed at and the two agent were completely focused on one another. The minutes continued to race by and their breathing became more labored as they became even more oblivious to the world.

"Time!" Someone finally yelled from outside the ring, causing both agents to jump and step away from each other. Clint bent over, hands on his knees, as he tried to catch his breath, sweat dripping down his face. When he looked up he was surprised to see a small crowd had gathered at the base of the ring.

"That was spectacular!" Coulson grinned at him once the noise died down and a murmur of agreement ran through the crowd. "I've never seen two agents spar like that! That was amazing!"

"Thanks," Clint mumbled, clearing his throat before turning to his temporary partner. His eyes picked out the small bruises on her arms and he frowned. "Sorry."

"Like wise." She frowned at the large bruise covering his jaw.

"Thanks for filling in for Paul. We've never sparred like that. It was refreshing."

"I doubt Paul is on your level. You are a little bit better than the average agent." She shrugged, stifling a yawn. "I am going to take a shower. I'll see you around."

"Yeah, see ya." Clint smiled as he watched her go, rubbing his jaw. It wasn't much, but it was a start.

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