"You're late." Toby said to her as she joined the class.

"Sorry, I got lost." Tilly told him.

Toby could tell she was lying to him and decided to keep an eye on her.

"So today we are going to check we have made the right decision on your partners. Please move and stand next to your partner."

Tilly was already stood next to Carl so she didn't have to move very far.

"As you may have noticed, with the obvious exception, you are paired with someone of a similar height, build and skill level" Toby went on to explain, looking at Tilly and Carl as he did.

His comment about them being the obvious exception caused a twitter of laughter to travel around the room. They certainly were the odd pair.

"This is what I want you to do. I want you to stand in a line and I want one of you to stand behind the other. I am going to teach you how to throw someone. You, Matthews isn't it? Come here." Toby ordered.

"Why don't you stand in front? You might be able to see better." Carl said to Tilly.

Toby demonstrated how to throw someone effectively and then threw Matthews over his shoulder onto the mat. He could see Tilly's eyes wandering and knew she wasn't paying attention.

"I want you to practice this move. I want you to follow and practice each step before moving onto the next and putting it all together. If you are in front, you will start."

Noone moved.

"NOW!" Toby shouted which immediately caused movement.

Tilly watched as her classmates practiced each of the movements required to throw their partner. She watched as some of them felt confident to start putting it together and she watched as Toby walked down the line correcting people.

"He's coming. You better look like you're trying to throw me." Carl said from behind her.

"It's fine. I think I can throw you." Tilly told him.

"Really? You told me you have no martial arts experience."

"No. I told you I had won nothing. I never said I don't have experience." Tilly told him as Toby got to them in the line.

"I know you weren't listening Matilda and I could see you sure as hell weren't practising. Show me what you've got."

Carl grabbed her tightly around the shoulders and instead of letting her pull him forwards he pulled her backwards.

He was powerless to stop what happened next.

Tilly, feeling Carl take the power from her, curled her abs and thrust her legs out and back towards the ground and using the momentum she slammed Carl into the floor.

There was a stunned silence.

"Well?" She asked Toby.

"I want you to stay behind during the break." Toby told her, earning a chorus of 'ooooo' from the class. This was only their second lesson and Tilly was in trouble for the second time.

They spent the best part of an hour and a half learning to throw each other. Carl picked it up quickly and was throwing Tilly onto the mat where she rolled as she landed as her brother had taught her.

She was still to break a sweat.

"Alright guys. Take 15 minutes." Toby announced.

The class fled to the door. None of them had thought to bring water bottles with them so they dashed back to their rooms to get them. Carl stayed behind. He realised the tone Toby had used wasn't one of discipline and was curious.

"What's wrong?" Tilly asked.

"I didn't see it yesterday, but you have a very similar technique to an Agent I know. Do you who?"

"No. Who?" Tilly asked him.

"There is a target behind you." Toby told her, he could see she was trained well, but the faintest hint of blush in the top of her ears gave her away.

"And?"

Toby produced a knife and held it out to her.

"Throw it." He ordered.

Tilly took the knife, spun and threw it. It flew blade over hilt until it hit the target. Tilly swallowed hard when she realised she'd hit the bullseye.

"If your surname isn't Ward, I'm a donkey's ass." Toby said to her in a low voice.

Carl saw Tilly spin back round to face Toby. He didn't know what Toby said to her but Carl could see that she was freaked out.

"How did you know?"

"I was in a class with both him and Romanov. There is a little of both of them in your style."

"All I did was throw someone over my shoulder and a launch a knife at a target."

"It was the way you kicked out with your legs That was Romanov all the way. When you let go of Carl, that was all Ward. Don't worry. I won't tell." Toby promised her.

"What do I do? I could really hurt Carl."

"How many languages do you speak?"

"Five fluently, four more well enough to keep me out of trouble."

"Why didn't Fury recruit you straight off?"

"I shot Maria Hill."

"You did what?" Toby asked her with a laugh

"I didn't mean to. The gun just went off in my hands!"

"Of course it did." Toby laughed.

"So what do I do?" Tilly asked again as the class filed back into the arena.

"You do everything as though you competent so Carl can learn and let out all of your frustrations in your special classes." Toby told her in a low voice.

Tilly nodded and let his words process.

"Alright everyone. Back in your pairs. I'm going to teach you how to take a gun off an armed subject." The next hour and a half was spent working on this. Tilly, taking Toby's words on let Carl practise more than her. All she had to do was show Toby she could do it at speed and he was happy.

The bell went to indicate the end of the day. The first years headed out of the Atrium some were discussing what they had learned and wondering what treat was in store for dinner, while others were making plans for their evening off.