The next morning, I figured that Xavier thought that my partner and I weren't cutting it in the security department. Thats why Barton and I were standing in the lobby, waiting for the other 'guards' to show up. And they did. It was a man and a woman. The woman had pure white hair, not unlike Storm's, and had unnaturally long manicured finger nails. She introduced herself as Felicia Hardy, but then asked pointedly that we called her Black Cat. She was intimidating even though she was very short and thin. She looked to be about 24 or so. I stood emotionless, Black Cat seemed likable enough. The man behind her, however, earned my immediate dislike. Mainly because I could feel him watching me from the moment he walked through the door. He was tall and broad, with dark brown hair. He introduced himself as Adonis, and I rolled my eyes in disgust. I saw him wink at me and my insides clenched in revulsion. I knew his type: macho, woman chasing, and cocky. Ugh. Something told me that he was going to have some trouble keeping his hormones under control...
The next day was the worst of all my days at Xavier's. with Adonis practically tripping over his testosterone when around me, my patience was wearing so low it was pretty much in the negatives. I now shot Adonis a threatening glare every time he made a pass at me, occasionally even having to speak Russian swear words to relieve some of my anger. But when we were in the poor excuse of a briefing room (I had to frequently remind myself that a school would not have the same layout of S.H.I.E.L.D) he went too far. Way too far. As he squeezed behind me to get to his chair near Black Cat, I felt his hand pinch my ass. I spun around, ready to tear out his throat, when Barton pushed past me and punched Adonis in the face. Years of pulling and holding back a bowstring left Barton very strong, even against a giant like Adonis. I didn't say a word, and simply turned and left the room. I was out. I was out of Xaviers. If I had to spend another day getting sexually harassed then it would end in homicide. I was in my room and packing when Barton came in, not bothering to knock. "I can take care of myself." I said coldly, placing a folded pair of jeans in my bag.
"Believe me, I know that Natasha." This was the first time, I realized, that he had used my first name. It sounded weird to me, weird, but it also soothed my anger at him a little bit. I turned around to face him.
"Good, Clint." His first name felt odd to speak, but it equalized us. "And thanks for having my back" I turned back to my packing "But I am SO done with this damn punishment of Fury's. If your not with me, I will leave you here!" It was meant to be a serious threat, but I smirked as I said the last part, and ruined it. Clint looked just as surprised to see me so lighthearted. He smirked at me threat, crossed to the door, and opened it, revealing his already packed luggage. This time I couldn't help it. I smiled.
