A/N: I'm back again with chapter 4 everyone. Thanks to everyone that's read it so far. I need more reviews though, even if you think the story is bad please, please, please review and tell me where I screwed up. As always, read, review and enjoy.
Slowly Natasha rolled over in bed and reached a hand up to turn on the light on her bedside table. She surveyed her surroundings like she did every morning when she woke up. She was still in her room at Stark Tower, the curtains were pulled across the windows but it was obvious to Natasha that the sun hadn't risen yet.
Natasha glanced across the room and spotted her training outfit hanging on a coat hanger. She smiled and remembered that the Training Room would finally be available to her. She could list three occupants of Stark Tower that would be just as eager to use the room as her. So getting there as early as possible was essential if she wanted to train alone for a little while.
After slipping on her training gear she made her way upstairs first to the kitchen. She did need to eat something if she even dreamed of having enough energy for the training session she had planned. A single piece of toast with jam would be fine. Once she finished she got into the lift and pressed the button for the Training Room.
The lift opened and Natasha nodded in approval at the design Tony had come up with. The whole thing was huge, it reminded her of a gymnasium, it reached up high as well. The roof was about 20 metres high, maybe more, and the whole structure curved around so it looked slightly like a dome. There were doors on the opposite side that Natasha predicated led into bathrooms and/or change rooms. There were seating areas as well around the sides. There were also cupboards that obviously contained various pieces of training equipment. The floor was made of the standard hard floors you would see in gyms and a lot of SHIELD training rooms. Natasha had to give Tony some small notes of approval that she would never repeat in front of him.
In the very centre of the room Natasha saw two people. That completely ruined her fantasy of training by herself. She was thankful however that it was just Clint and the Captain, they were tolerable. Both of them were standing on standard issue blue mats that had been pushed together to form a square. Natasha quickly observed that they were fighting. Clint was fast, but Steve was just as fast, and a lot stronger.
Steve flipped Clint and pinned him to the ground. A painful groan made its way out of Clint's mouth. "Damn you're good," the archer remarked.
Natasha approached them. "Are you boys having fun?" she asked.
"Hey Nat," Clint acknowledged her presence with a small wave while still lying on his back.
Steve offered a hand and helped him to his feet. He nodded at Natasha respectfully. "Ma'am," he said with his classic 1940's sense of a normal greeting. He looked apologetically at Clint who seemed to be clutching his left side. "Sorry about that."
"Don't worry about it. I've gotta let you win sometime don't I?" Clint defended his honour and stood up straight. Then he motioned to Natasha. "Can't say the same for Agent Romanoff here. I bet she could get pin you to the ground without even breaking a sweat."
"I'm sure she could, but I won't fight her."
"And why not?" Natasha turned to him with her arms folded. "Because I'm a woman?"
"Well yes," he noticed Natasha's facial expression and looked desperately for a better choice of words. "I mean…you're an excellent fighter but…"
Natasha moved in front of the Captain and gave him the most challenging look she could manage. It seemed to work because Steve stood rigid and Clint backed away. "Oh dear," the archer sighed.
Natasha snapped directly into action and ran at the Captain, he held up his right arm to defend but Natasha kicked her right leg up and knocked his arm aside, then she turned and elbowed him in his lower left side. His automatic reaction was to bend forward and Natasha used that to her advantage and spun around again so she was facing him once more. She grabbed his left hand and pulled him downwards, this brought him down to her level so she used her famous technique and wrapped her legs around his neck and spun, causing him to knock into the ground.
"The Captain is down!" Clint declared triumphantly off to the side as Natasha straightened up and flicked her hair out of her face. "The winner is Miss Natasha Romanoff."
"I think I owe you an apology," Steve said sheepishly as he got to his feet.
"No hard feelings Captain," Natasha replied.
"You might've won that round Nat, but I could see you were a little bit slow with your delivery on the leg strangling. You're not getting soft on me are you?" Clint asked with a smirk. It was obvious to Natasha that he was trying to mess with his head. She decided to play along with it, after all, Clint did need to be put in his place at least once a week.
She grabbed his wrist and turned his arm around until she was bending it in a very awkward direction. She twisted his arm so that it was incredibly painful for him, but would only cause damage if she twisted it just a little bit further. "It would be such a shame for the world class marksman to end up with a broken arm wouldn't it?" she asked, playing him like one of her mission assignments, innocent and sweet sounding, with just a hint of sarcasm and malice laced on top.
Clint winced in pain. "I was just making sure," he told her. She released his arm and he took a step back, out of her reach, rubbing him arm. "You're so defensive."
"I resent that Agent Barton," Natasha folded her arms and stood firmly, giving him a cocky and challenging look while raising one of her eyebrows. "Everyone knows that I'm a better spy than you and it's not because I'm a woman, it's because I am simply better."
Clint's mouth tightened and the Captain tried to stop laughing. Natasha smirked and spun on her heels, and strutted off to search through the equipment cupboard. She opened it and pulled out equipment, which she displayed to the boys as she walked back over to them.
"Now who wants to start with some proper training?" she asked.
They went on like that for hours, barely ever stopping. They kept training using different exercises. Natasha even got to teach the Captain a few new and modern moves that would help him a bit more. A little while after lunch Thor joined them and his idea of training was tossing his hammer around so Natasha and Clint teamed up to show him how to use some of the equipment.
It was going quite well. Towards the end they started a fighting challenge to see who could pin who to the ground fastest while using nothing but their bare hands. Natasha calculated the best way to hold their separate fights and drew up a list.
First up, it was the Captain America vs Black Widow rematch. Obviously Natasha won, but thankfully he didn't underestimate her this time and treated her like a real opponent. She still won though.
Second on the list was Hawkeye vs Thor. On the sidelines Steve and Natasha debated over who they thought would win.
"I respect that Agent Barton is an excellent fighter, but Thor's a big guy. I think Barton's going to get crushed," Steve was trying to be polite as possible.
"You underestimate him Captain," Natasha kept her tone cool. "I think he might surprise you."
"Just in case you forgot I was the one that beat him earlier," Steve added.
Natasha rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the upcoming fight.
Clint and Thor stepped onto the mat, both of them looking ready to pounce on each other. Natasha kept her eyes focused on them and watched intently. Thor of course was the first one to make a move. He lunged forward and attempted to serve Clint with a hard right hook that Hawkeye swiftly dodged. Natasha smirked, Thor was used to his opponents being all about the offensive, Natasha highly doubted that a lot of the people the demigod fought actually knew how to fight on the defensive.
This was evident by the look on Thor's face as Clint dodged another assault. Now Thor was getting mad and that exposed his weakness. First rule of fighting was to never let your emotions control you. That was exactly where Thor went wrong.
Thor swing madly and Natasha guessed that if he had actually hit his target Clint wouldn't have had a face anymore, luckily though Clint had jumped backwards. While Thor distracted himself by throwing another mad swing Clint ducked low and tripped up the demigod by connecting his right leg with Thor's ankles.
Natasha fought back a small smile, she had taught him that trick.
That was when things took a turn for the worse. Before Clint could serve the final blow, Thor jumped to his feet and with a roar and grabbed Clint by his arms and legs. He held the archer above his head and tossed him across the room. Clint hit the ground hard and rolled across the floor before finally coming to a stop.
"Holy mother of Christ!" Clint exclaimed in pain as he tried to sit up.
"I guess I was right," Steve sounded smug.
"Actually I never said Clint was going to win, I said he was going to surprise you," Natasha looked Steve directly in the eye while acting sly and innocent. "Do you consider yourself surprised Captain?"
"Well yes but…"
"Then by that logic I am the one who is right," Natasha could've finished there but continued on anyway. Twice today he had insulted her and she wasn't going to let that drop whether it was said intentionally or not. "And didn't you also say that he was going to get crushed? Does Agent Barton look crushed to you?"
"No, but I meant that metaphorically and…"
"So I was right when saying that he would surprise you, and you were wrong in saying that he was going to get crushed," Natasha listed the facts for him. "And also how can you be right about Clint loosing when you never predicted that he would lose in the first place?"
Captain Rogers was at a loss for words so Natasha decided to deliver the final killing blow.
"Maybe next time Captain you won't be so quick to presume you are the smartest person in the room," she remarked coldly as she walked over to her partner. She did love to prove her superiority.
Clint still lay on the floor looking beat. Thor, who obviously regretted his momentary loss of control but still found it funny at the same time, stood over Clint making sure that he was still alive. Natasha bent down and looked him in the eye with a demanding stare.
He lifted up his head. "What?" he asked.
"Get up," she told him. "It time for the losers match. You get to verse the Captain."
"Ugh," he groaned.
Despite the moaning he still managed to pick himself up off his back and after the painful and humiliating defeat he seemed very determined to win this match against the Super Soldier. It was hard to pick a winner throughout the fight. For a lot of the time it seemed like a stalemate.
In the end Steve won, only by a small fraction.
That meant it was time for the Black Widow to fight a demigod.
Natasha walked onto the mat and faced Thor, he nodded at her politely. "Do not worry Lady Romanoff. I will not be as hard on you."
"No don't," Steve sighed and put a hand over his eyes. "Don't say that."
Natasha looked at him, before turning her gaze to Thor. "Trust me," she started. "You will not have to go easy on me."
And then she lunged at him.
Minutes later Thor sat slumped into a chair. Clearly he wasn't used to being beaten, especially by a mortal. Natasha felt satisfied at having been able to slam his face onto the ground. Natasha, being small, had always learned to use other people's strength against them. So when you use the strength of a demigod against said unsuspecting demigod things get interesting.
And slightly bloody.
"I don't think I've fought you yet Captain," Thor looked to Steve. "Shall we do battle?"
"Uh sure," Steve had no choice but to agree.
No one wanted to fight Thor after he got slammed by Natasha, but he didn't really have another choice. They were evenly matched for most of the fight then Thor's temper came through for him again and he won. Both sides in the match came out with bruises. Even Natasha felt a small throbbing where she got slammed in the ribs by a demigod fist.
Now it was down to the last fight of the evening.
Black Widow vs Hawkeye.
Natasha stepped up to the mat and cocked an eyebrow at her partner who grimaced. She stood her ground so he took the first step forward. Usually Natasha was the one that attacked first and made the starting move, but this time she decided to be patient.
He ran forward and she sidestepped to the left to avoid. He intercepted her punch and he tried to hit her with one of his own which she also intercepted. Moving so he was directly in front of her he grabbed her wrists and pulled her towards him, connecting his knee with her gut.
Natasha breathed, ignoring the pain and wrapped her fingers tightly around Clint's wrists like he was doing to her. Then slowly she climbed up his legs until she was looking down at him with her feet digging into his upper legs for grip. He tried to shake her off but she held on. Then she moved fast, kicking him in the chest and throwing herself backwards. She hit the ground and bounced back up, running at him for another assault.
He held up his upper right arm to block her hit and she ducked underneath his outstretched arm and kicked him in the back. He nearly fell onto his face and pivoted around on his feet. Now standing behind her, Clint wrapped his right arm around her neck, and kicked her in the back of her legs where he knew she was bound to drop to her knees and she did. But as she did she flipped him over her shoulder. He fell onto his back but he jumped up before she got a chance to climb on top of him and pin him down.
Natasha was perched like a cat ready to pounce with her body close to the ground. She hesitated, then attacked. Throwing herself at him with a hard elbow to the chest and then the face. While he tried to catch his bearings Natasha struck. She was on top of him before he even realised, with her inner thighs wrapped tightly around his neck as Natasha latched herself onto his body. She clutched him with her legs for a second, and then head-butted him viciously. Then, with her legs still wrapped around his neck, she propelled herself forward. Clint felt himself fall backwards and his back hit the ground with a hard thud.
So he lay there defeated, with Natasha's legs still wrapped around his neck and her inner thighs threatening to choke him.
"That was possibly the hottest, most erotic fight scene I have ever witnessed."
Oh dear lord no.
Tony was watching them with a huge, impish grin plastered across his face. Thor and Steve were watching them as well looking equally shocked and embarrassed. Steve was practically the colour of a tomato. Natasha, who was still wrapped around Clint's neck, rolled her eyes.
She got up off him, which he was both grateful for and slightly disappointed. Though he tried to hide the former emotion. She looked over all of the men in the room and sighed. "Это все, что вы, ребята, можете думать?" she muttered in Russian.
Clint, who knew basic Russian, understood a few choice words.
"Yes well, you people do know that you have missed dinner and have been down in this room all day," Tony pointed out. "So I would really like it if you came upstairs now."
"Why?" Steve asked.
"Because Captain Perfection, it's time for drinks. So loosen up for once, because my friend, we are going to have fun."