Oh my goodness! Its been TWO WEEKS since I updated! (sorry!) I'm sure if you like this story you've been painfully aware of that fact. But good news! I have the chapter after this all done! The next one was going to be this one, but then I decided I really needed something with Natasha inbetween, so here ya go.

Enjoy :)

A fist came flying at Natasha's face. She side-stepped smoothly, easily dodging the poorly executed right cross. Her attacker stumbled, carried forward by his momentum. She gave her attacker an unimpressed look and he flushed in embarrassment.

Apparentlytoday's lesson for the most recent batch of newbies was supposed to be "never underestimate a pretty face."

Clint and Weiss were tied up in a meeting all morning, one that she suspected had to do with her and her future with the agency, and she'd been given the entire day to do as she pleased. She hadn't been given clearance to go off base unless it was mission related, so her options for leisure were rather limited. Thus she decided to wile away the time in her quiet little gym that most people forgot even existed. She had looked forward to spending the time dancing, but alas, in came a group of young hotshots for their morning training just as she was finishing up her stretches.

Instead of dancing (a. because the class took up most of the floor space and b. she really didn't care to share that part of herself with anyone on base.) she settled for yoga, mindful of the unabashed stares some of the more foolish students directed at her.

After half an hour of dealing with inattentive jock straps the instructor, Maria Hill, politely asked Natasha if she would mind helping out with a demonstration.

She figured, what the hell, she had nothing better to do. Besides, she'll admit she took some perverse pleasure in knocking some of the arrogance out of would-be spies. Turns out Clint Barton was a bad influence. The guy would sign up to put new recruits through combat training just to mess with them and he'd managed to rope her into it more than once.

A few hours later, she'd practically taken over the class for Agent Hill. The woman stood passively off to the side, her keen eyes missing nothing. She would chime in from time to time, but left the majority of the instruction to Natasha.

Not that she would ever admit it, but Natasha was kind of enjoying herself.

A couple of agents sidled up next to Hill to watch, but Natasha was too focused on her current opponent/student to pay them any heed. She was used to being the base novelty. People still liked to drop in while she and Clint were training and watch them go at it.

When Weiss came in striding purposefully toward her, however, with slight furl to his brow, she stopped her lesson to give him her full attention. Aside from when he laughed at his own jokes, she'd never seen that much emotion on his face before. Something was up.

Only as she turned to Weiss, did she spare a glance at the on lookers. Two men, tall and well built. Not unusual for SHIELD. One she did not recognize at all, but the other…she froze in her tracks and felt her blood turn to ice in her veins. When had she become so stupid? How had she allowed herself to become so comfortable here as to miss what was right in front of her?

Weiss must have seen the change in her, because he broke into a run, but there was nothing he could do fast enough.

Yuri, who once upon a time she had called her brother, casually glanced at his watch and then looked up to stare her directly in the eyes. He used to smile at her warmly and tease her. He had been the first person to teach her to smile and joke around. Now she thought his gaze to be the very definition of malice. She felt like a small helpless child under his gaze.

He smirked and the world exploded.

Alright guys, if you want the next chapter before, you're gonna have to review. :) otherwise I'm gonna wait till like midnight on Monday, just to be annoying.