Author: WestonFollower
Rating: T
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Clint slammed Steve down on the mat and smiled with victory. "Nice try." He wiped the sweat off his brow before helping the captain up. "Who is next?" He looked around the training room.
Bruce shook his head quickly, not wanting to know what the other guy would think. Tony just waved his hands from where he was sitting, he was having too much fun watching Clint kick everyone's ass. Thor already went against the Hawk and was upset he lost.
That left… his eyes fell on the Widow. "Natasha, you know you want to."
She stopped looking at the magazine and shook her head at him. "No."
"Come on! Why not?"
She stands up and crosses her arms, "You remember what happened last time," everyone thought back to when the assassins almost destroyed the training room. "I'm not kicking your ass again. Plus, I already beat you before."
He scoffs, "please, I was under Loki's spell."
Natasha shrugs out of her jacket and crouches down in a defensive position, Barton did the same. The rest of the boys started to do bets. Bruce and Steve were betting on Nat, while Tony and Thor were rooting for Clint.
The two stared at each other, waiting.
Nat attacked first, she quickly trapped Clint in between her thighs but he rolled them over, pinning her down. Seeing no other option, she head butted him and quickly jabbed him in the stomach. Clint groaned but got up before she had an advantage.
Then the dance began.
When she went left, he went right. They knew each other too well. When he went to kick her side, she quickly dodged it. This was going to last all day, they knew that. It wasn't easy fighting your best friend in the first place.
"Can we-"
Natasha shook her head. "No, were not using weapons Clint."
He sighed and finally called it, he was too tired. "Fine, I'm calling it. This going to last all day."
"Is that a forfeit?" She raised her ginger eyebrow.
Clint groaned, "Fine!"
Tony threw a wad of money down, "Barton! You owe me money."
"What if I just make you a batch of brownies?"
The Ironman had a weak spot for the fudge squares that melted in his mouth. "That sounds good."
The Avengers left the training room covered in sweat and went downstairs to have a beer while Clint called Laura and got an earful, "Do you realize how many bake sales I have going on this week? Now you want me to add in brownies? Just because you got beat by Nat?"
"It was a forfeit!"
"Sure, ok, warn me next time."
He smiled as her stern voice turned very warm. "Yes Ma'ma. I love you. I'll come over when you make the brownies."
"I love you too, Hawkeye. We'll see you soon."
He raised his eyebrow. "I thought you were busy?"
"The bake sales can wait, come home to us."