A/N: so... I had trouble with this one. It wasn't coming together how I wanted and it just sounded awkward. But I had a friend look and made a couple changes and she picked the ones that sounded least awkward but some concrit would be much appreciated.
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Natasha is a master with knives; but she quickly learns exactly how sensual it is to watch Clint work.
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Natasha has worked with knives since childhood. She has learned how to kill with them, how to use them for something from as mundane as cooking, to anything as extreme as diffusing a bomb.
The most important lessons she learned with knives, however, were the long hours spent with the Red Room's torture and interrogation specialist, the man who was in charge of training them to withstand the worst forms of physical and psychological tortures. It wasn't until she was older, when he started teaching them to wield the tools of the trade themselves, using the other girls, the weaker ones who couldn't make the cut, to practice on, that she learned how a knife could be used as more than just a tool for pain. As the Black Widow, the best the Red Room had to offer, she was taught to use all weaponry as an extension of her body. Knives quickly became a personal favorite.
It wasn't until she joined SHIELD and started forming a sort of connection with Agent Barton that she began to understand the appeal herself. Shortly after she was taken off of twenty-four hour surveillance and given a room on the helicarrier, she took it upon herself to explore her surroundings. After mapping out the hallways, she manages to find her way down to the range, seemingly-empty save the familiar thunk of a projectile meeting its target.
Letting her curiosity get the best of her, Natasha follows the sound to the end of the range, where she finds none other than Agent Barton himself. There is near-empty knife table next to him; currently he has two in hand, a stiletto blade and a weighted throwing knife, and as she watches he throws both, one with each hand, and each of them lands in the center of the human-sequence target's head; kill-shots. She surveys the scene before her: there are dozens of targets set up, all of them almost completely destroyed by knives of all shapes and sizes and metals. He throws the last few knives on the table, (kill-shots every one of them), before turning and acknowledging her presence.
"Romanova."
"It's Romanoff now," she corrects coolly, the bastardized anglicization of her surname rolling off of her tongue with ease as he walks towards the targets.
"Is it now?" He grins, his hands easily pulling four of the blades out of their targets. "And was that your idea or Spec Ops'?"
"It just seemed the logical choice," she deflects, watching him carry the knives four at a time back to the table. Once all of the blades are collected, he seats himself at the table and starts going over each knife carefully, inspecting the blade for nicks and cleaning the sharp, dark metal carefully before sliding it into its sheath. The entire time, her eyes never leave his hands, enraptured by the way he caresses each one.
"I thought you were strictly a bow and arrow type?"
"What can I say? When you're a sideshow, you learn to have multiple talents."
Natasha catches herself smiling despite herself, and is quick to hide it, excusing herself and leaving the range, Clint smirking knowingly at her departing figure.