AN / I'm so sorry for the delay ;A; ! School got its better one me -3-

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I will try to do my best, dear Phoenix T to make the chapters longer (after the next one, because I've got it almost fully written). Thank you a lot for your review. It made my day :D!

You and Nat were sitting on an edge of the ring. Both of you holding tightly on empty bottles of water and panting like you just got out of ocean's deep or ran around the world.

"That was ... greatest sparing ... I ever had with ... a newbie..." Natasha said and you smiled lightly.

"Same here ... but not with ... the newbie part." You responded and she grinned.

The two of you went full out, using all tricks you knew, fighting with an intent near to kill. It took longer than any of you could think it could but in the end you still lose.

You were happy, though. It was a feeling, you hadn't felt for a while now. And even if you wouldn't for a long time open to her, you felt that a bond joined you two, forming a beginning for a friendship.

Just then someone stopped in front of you and both, you and Nat looked up in unison. You saw Hawkeye standing over the two of you with his arms crossed over his chest and lips curled in huge smirk.

"Seriously, I doubt you'll be even able to hold onto a pistol after this match." He said and the woman on your left scoffed.

"Just give us a moment to catch a breath. I want to see it too." She said and you smiled in her direction.

You were wondering if your face will hurt after all those smiles she caused.

"Then catch your breath, miss top agent." You told her and Nat smirked at you.

"Are you suggesting something..?" She asked jokingly.

"And what if yes..?" You responded returning the smirk.

She rolled her eyes and got up, giving you a hand.

"If yes, you'll regret it one day." She said with a wink.

Then the three of you walked to the shooting range.

When you reached it, Barton explained what you had to do and then handed you two pistols.

Thinking about it now... you really liked the way, the guns felt in your hands.

The shooting range wasn't empty, but there were less people than in the gym. You stood in the last cabin, and the two agents behind you.

The human shaped target was hung in a distance of twenty meters from you. You just had to show your aim.

You casted a single look to SIG Sauers, unlocking them and looked at the target.

Piece of the cake...

Using one of the pistols, without the help of other hand, and just moving your wrist, you practically "killed" the target with an instant death two times in almost two seconds. Then added a "smile" and "eyes" to it with the other hand, letting your humour to get out.

While Nat was snickering at the fact, you even added a nose to the target and it looked just as weird as it would look while in the same moment it was strangely symmetrical.

Your eyes were really good, but it was nothing for now, as the target was only twenty meters away.

You got it down and the next target was at the end of the room. Which was actually a little less than two hundred meters.

Your examiner pointed at the wall behind you.

"Just peak the one, you'd like to use." He said and you did as asked, taking Beretta which was the same model, you used back in Poland.

You didn't need to lay, to shot from the rifle. You just sat on the floor and rested the barrel on your knee, unlocking the lock and taking off the scope.

"Why did you take the scope off?" you heard Natasha's voice.

You shrugged.

"Few reasons." you responded, taking your aim.

"When I asked, she said it distracts her." Barton developed your reply, as you pulled the trigger and observed the almost invisible for you bullet shoot through the air and hit the target right between its eyes. "Well. I just don't need the scope" You said, sending another bullet, which hit the target on 2/3 from up of the chest, a little to the left, where most of people had hearth.

"Distracts?" Nat's eyebrow rose, while you got up, locking back the rifle.

"Yep." You rested the gun on your shoulder, facing the read head. "It's not really comfortable for eyes to accustom to the lenses when they don't need to."

Nat sent you weird look. "You know, we already have a hawk in S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Clint laughed at her question and you joined with a smirk. "Who said, I'm a hawk?" you responded. "There are a lot of types of animals."

"Well. If you'll find an animal that has eyesight like hawk, just call me." Nat responded.

"Let's find you targets harder to hit." Said the so called hawk and turned in the direction, you three came from.