Training
Clint readjusted his satchel on his back as he walked down the hall to the training center. He rapped on the door with the tip of his bow and when no one answered, he moved inside.
"Good afternoon, Agent Barton," Natasha greeted him from the center of the room.
"Good afternoon. Sorry, Nat. I didn't realize you were still here."
Natasha shrugged. "S'ok. If we're going to be partners, we should be able to share the space , right?"
Clint nodded. "Train together?"
She offered him a half smile. "Sure."
He set his bag on the floor and moved towards her. "Where do you want to start? Some hand to hand?"
She looked towards the bow in his hands. "Why don't you teach me how to shoot that thing?"
"Me? Teach you?" He asked incredulously. "I've seen you in action. You're a great shot."
"With a gun. I've never shot an arrow," she pointed out.
"Alright then." He held out the bow to her. "It's all in the way you grip it."
She raised an eyebrow. "You're going to show me how to grip it properly?"
He swallowed hard. "Yes." He guided her hand, closing her fingers around the bow. "Yup, there you go. That's it." He moved behind her and handed her an arrow.
"It's surprisingly lightweight," she said.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" He grinned. "Now line up your shot, that's right," he coached as she pulled back on the string. "Keep your eye on that target over there," he pointed.
"When should I let go?"
"Whenever you're ready." His voice was soft. "Hold 'er steady." He leaned over her to offer encouraging words.
Natasha pulled the arrow back, her elbow just brushing his chest. She took a deep breath and let go, never taking her eyes off the target.
The arrow launched and landed straight in the middle of the bullseye. She pirhouetted around to face him with a satisfied smile. "Like that?"
He smiled. "Just like that. You sure you've never done this before?"
"Nope," she smirked.
"Oh, I think you have…"
"I've never lied to you before."
"You must be a natural then. You catch on quick."
"There's a lot of things I'm good at," she purred.
"I don't doubt that."
She smiled and held out the bow. "Now let's see you do it."
He kept his eyes locked on her as he reached over to take the bow from her. He reached behind him to take an arrow from the satchel and when he shot the arrow had barely sunk into its mark before he was re-loading. He repeated the process five times, hitting a perfect bullseye with every shot until the last one knocked her arrow off the target.
Natasha clapped her hands twice. "Ten seconds," she said admiringly. "I'm impressed, Agent Barton."
Clint winked. "Glad I could impress you, agent Romanoff."