Rule 11: Scarlette is no longer allowed to train new recruits

"Listen up butterflies." I growled as I entered the conference room full of rookies. I had never played the drill sergeant before. This would be fun. "Wherever you came from, Army, Training Camp, mental institution, that's going to feel like a walk in the park. At the end of the day you're going to be begging to go back!"

A few of the weaker looking ones trembled, a few of the armies high fived, but the rest mostly stayed rock solid.

I paced the room. "Single file line, I'll give you a tour."

First stop was the cafeteria. "This is the cafeteria. This will be the place you go if you actually do good one day."

Then we went to the training room, where Steve and Natasha were battling it out.

"This is the training room. That's Steve, and she's..."

"Natasha Romanoff." One of the armies replied a little to quickly for my liking.

"You don't have a chance hotshot." I sneered.

"This is the infirmary. If you're lucky, this is the place you'll go if you try to hit on me or Natasha." I barked, staring right at that army hotshot. "And by hit on, I don't mean with fists."

"Archery range." I said as we passed a glass viewing wall, where Clint was practicing. They all oohed and aahed as Clint made every shot. "That's Clint Barton. If somehow you survive flirting with me, You're going to end up with an arrow up your butt."

We passed the labs. "Tony Stark and Bruce Banner. Piss the first one off, you'll be down 5K, piss the second one off, and we're all dead." I mocked.

We came back to the training room, where I had instructed All the avengers (except for Bruce. He wasn't allowed to train) to meet us exactly five minutes ago. Stark actually showed up on time, never wanting to miss an opportunity to show off his suit.

"Alright, You're with Steve." I pointed at one particularly cocky one. "You're with Clint." I said to one scared half to death. "You're with Tony" I said pointing to one who immediately protested asking how he was supposed to fight someone in a suit of armor with no weapons. I told him it was possible, and if he couldn't do it, than he needed to leave. "You're with me." I said pointing to another cocky one, "and you." I said glaring at hotshot. "You're with Natasha."

Hotshot cursed under his breath as he walked to where Natasha was standing with an intense hatred burning in her eyes. I didn't even tell Natasha anything, she just hated the cocky rookies.

"Ready, set, kill each other!" I commanded.

"She didn't mean literally!" Hotshot whined as Natasha beat him to a pulp.

"Oh, and Tasha." I said, while I held a squirming rookie in a headlock. "He thinks you're sexy."

He was knocked out and stuck in the infirmary before he could even scream.

Most of the rookies ended up joining him. All except for the few who quit and ran home crying to their mommies.

Next Rule: No. More. Parties.

Thanks for reading!

-Kitty

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