Okay here is chapter six after much difficulty from the site and much encouragment I managed to get it done.
CLINT-
When Natasha said my name my heart lurched and I realized that even though I've only known her for three days I want her to always be able to rely on me and to have my name uttered by her far more often than it is.
"What size are you?" I ask Nat as she browses through clothing as well.
"Not sure let's ask this person." She says and she heads over to where a worker is restocking the racks.
"How do I tell what size I am?" She asks the worker innocently.
"What was your size before you got pregnant?" The worker named Julie asks.
"Fourteen pants and a medium top. I'm four months now." Innocent Natasha says.
"Hmm, you seem bigger than four months, your baby is probably just big. You'll be a fourteen 5m, and a medium 5m." Julie says. Natasha chirps a thank you and comes back over to me to relay the details.
"All right, I think we have enough for the next two months at least." Nat says tossing the mountain of clothes on the checkout counter.
"What about this?" I ask pointing to a band that says it will support your stomach and help relieve back pain.
"Nah, I don't need it." She says.
"You will. Humor me; it might be helpful for this afternoon anyways." I say tossing it on the pile of clothing.
We pay then go out to lunch at a small diner in the mall that was near the maternity shop.
My mouth almost fell open when I saw Natasha leave the bathroom. Her red hair highlighted and her green eyes accentuated by the dark green top and the black skinny jeans.
"Don't make me close your mouth for you Barton." She says confidently.
"Right, you look good Nat. I mean really good." I say staring at her as she walks past me.
"Thanks we should probably get going the test is in an hour and I want to know what my opponents look like." She says pulling on some sleek black sports shoes.
"Nervous?" I ask as I pull into the SHIELD head -quarters.
"Nope." She says popping the p.
"Alrighty then." I sigh as we get out of the car.
Walking through H-Q together proved to be quite interesting. For the amount of stares that we got Natasha gave twice as many irritated, under the breath, in Russian curses. We basically burst into the training room where the test is supposed to take place at.
40 pairs of trainee eyes stared at us as well as the perspective handlers and agents in need of a new partner. With one glance at me Nat nodded and went to join the trainees and I went to join the spectators on the sidelines. Nat looked like a movie star next to the trainees in their gray sweats and shirts, or lack of shirts thereof for the guys that is. Natasha sat down in a corner and began stretching like she doesn't notice the stares and the whispers. I notice a girl with brown hair and a short stature walk over to Nat and start conversing. I can't make out the words from here but I can guess it is something stupid like good luck.
I notice a familiar face walk up to me and stand by me as the trials began.
NATASHA-
Yes, I noticed the stares and the whispers from everyone. Yes, I swore a lot in Russian under my breath. But knowing that I could easily take down everyone in the room with two moves and use a piece of paper to kill them all, made me feel a little better. I stretched my legs and as I was stretching my arms as a girl about 18 approached me.
"Are you seriously taking the trials?" She asked staring at my stomach.
"Yup." I say popping the p.
"Is Fury making you do this? Are you a new recruit?" She asks as she lowers herself into a lunge stretch.
"Yes, to both of those." I say growing annoyed with her questions, but I keep my mask of indifference on.
"Have you had training here yet?" She asks.
"Nope." I say popping the p again. Her eyes widen at that statement but nonetheless she backs off a little and leaves me with a cheery, "Well, good luck then!" I roll my eyes at that phrase. Alone again I have a chance to size up my competitors. The men look well like men. Big, cocky, annoying, and testosterone fueled. The woman look light agile and willowy for the most part, no curves either. I feel a pair of eyes on me and shift my attention to the largest guy of the group. He is smirking at me and undressing me with his eyes. Instead of doing anything like smiling or waving I roll my eyes and make a very childish rude gesture with my hands. The shock on his face was quickly replaced by a look of respect and admiration. I turn and see Director Fury walking into the room.
A whistle is blown and all of the other recruits form a straight line. Taking into the fact that this was how I had to begin all of my planned tests in red room. I had already taken into account the fact that they would standardly line up about twenty feet away from the wall that was precisely where I had been stretching. I was in line faster than everyone else.
I noticed Clint looking at me seriously; I just gave him a quick smirk and a wink to reassure him.
"Where are your training clothes?" One of the superior people shouted in my face.
"Wasn't given any." I say shrugging.
"Find this woman some training clothes!" the superior person shouts over her shoulder.
"No, I'm fine. I'd prefer to fight in this if you wouldn't mind." I say saucily
"It's on your head trainee." He says and then he moves off to judge the other students. I notice a climbing rope hanging from the rafters, as well as a variety of random sports equipment around the room.
"ROMANOFF, IGLESIAS." The director Fury guy bellows. I get up and meet a tall brawny guy in the center of the mats. We shake hands and then move to separate corners of the mats. A whistle blows and Iglesias attacks almost immediately.
I duck his punch and kick him in the back of the knee. He turns around and looks at me angrily, but now he has a weakness, his hurt knee. He comes at me again attempting to do one of the moves that he learned in training most likely. When I start running at him his eyes widen but he needed to finish the move. Before he can even lay a finger on me I use his injured knee as a step and land one of my knees into his face and then I back flip off of Iglesias who is now unconscious.
Fury just stares at me with his pirate eye patch and his mouth slightly agape as well as the judges and the senior agents who are watching. I clear my throat so people know that they need to stop staring at me.
"Right, dismissed. Johnson, Bernard." Fury shouts with a little less vigor then earlier.
I notice Clint in the stands and he has a small smirk on his face and Coulson has an impassive face. I shiver as I remember what he told me on the roof, his words echo through my head,
Don't make me regret my decision to NOT shoot you.
Trying to shove those words from my brain, I place an impassive face on and join the other trainees.
Fourteen fights later it is down to me, two tall bulky guys, and one other girl. Actually the girl who came and wished me luck today, which was still stupid. She and the smaller of the two guys were called to the mat. I watched her shake hands with her opponent and then walk to her side of the mat.
They did a few punches at each other which she landed more than he did. Then when he was distracted by a chair falling over, she took him out with a swift kick to the stomach and an elbow to the back. When he tried to come at her she smacked him and then jumped on him and slammed his head down on the mat, incapacitating him.
"Romanoff, Tarin" Fury shouts after the guy had been dragged from the mat and was brought to the infirmary. My opponent the girl I now know as Tarin. We shook hands and walked to our respective corners of the mat. I could tell that she was beginning to throw caution to the wind because she has won every match that she was put in.
The whistle blew and she ran towards me, making the attack first like in so many of her other matches. She went to punch me in the face hoping to incapacitate me on the first try. I swept her feet out from under her making her land flat on her face. The second she gets up she is running back at me and does a flip to try and land on me, I grab one of her legs while she is in midair and flip her so she won't land on me but on her back on the ground. She gasped trying to get the wind back in her lungs and while she was down I hit her in the face and she passed out.
I returned to my place on the bench only to be called again. I beat the tall brawny guy very easily, he was to inconsistent with how he moved it made it easy for me to beat him. Then something that hasn't happened to me in a really long time; I was fighting one of the trainers.
His name is Agent Alikov, top trainer who is some form of big shot in SHEILD. He was better than his students and not very cocky. But nonetheless he still made the first move.
He ran towards me and I ran towards him. As he tried to grab my head, I ducked under his arms and slid under him. I landed exactly where I wanted to be, about five feet to the left of the climbing rope that no one has used for their defense or attacks. As he Alikov ran towards me again at the last second I leapt onto the rope and I use it as a swing of sorts. By swinging my body at an angle my foot landed in his face making me smirk as he fell to the ground. The only thing I didn't see happen was the small pocket knife that he threw at me. It sliced right above my eyebrow making blood stream down my face. I grabbed the knife from the wall and walked over to him and gave him a matching cut above his eyebrow. Then I stuck the knife through his hand.
The medical people took him away and by now at least half of the trainees that had been incapacitated had returned.
I grabbed a towel from the floor and wiped the blood from my face.
"Hey sweetheart, you want to be my new partner?" A tall guy asks as he leans against the wall ogling my body with his eyes.
Before I can answer about five other guys come and ask me the same question. As I get in my fighting stance because they have backed me into a corner Clint comes barreling through the small crowd that has formed around me, with Coulson trailing behind him.
"Sorry boys Fury already assigned her." Clint says standing beside me.
"Lucky bastard." The first guy says clapping Clint on the shoulder as we walk through. Clint's warm hand rests on my lower back gently guiding me through the crowd of people that has formed.
My towel was slowly being soaked with blood and I began feeling light headed.
"Hey, you okay?" Clint asks me.
"Yeah, need to get this stupid cut to stop bleeding soon." I say feeling my feet barely grip the ground as we walked around.
We make it to an area of the building that was bright white and smelled sterile. My vision began to blur slightly but I kept walking. I sat on a table silently while a doctor sterilized and cauterized my wound, as well as stitched it up.
"Agent Barton, I am going to have to do an ultra sound to make sure that the trials did not put too much strain on Romanoff's child." The doctor says and I lie back on a table and lift my shirt.
"Hey you said you weren't going to wear it." Clint says teasingly as he notices the black belly support band that he made me buy earlier.
"It's comfy and it helps keep pressure off my back." I say tugging the black support band over my stomach.
"This will be a little cold." The doctor says squeezing a clear blue gel on my stomach.
"Do you want to hear the heartbeat?" The doctor asks messing with some nods on the screen.
"Yes." Clint and I say in unison. A loud pop and then a loud thump -thump noise fills the room.
"Well that's weird." The doctor says moving the wand around my stomach. "There's three heartbeats."
I look at Clint and then at the screen.
"Oh here we go, Congratulations Romanoff you're having triplets. Would you like to know the genders?" The doctor says tapping on the three babies on the screen.
"Triplets?" I ask in astonishment.
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