Welcome to chapter 5!
Clint.)
"Nat, c'mon, you're amazing but you're not a robot, even you can't catch everyone." Clint bumped her shoulder as they walked into the tower.
Natasha was furious with herself. They'd been on mission and the electricity had gone, they'd had to work in the dark to fights guys who had infrared goggles.
Natasha hadn't been able to see a hit coming and had been briefly knocked out. One of the men had escaped and to Natasha, it was unacceptable.
They'd spent the night at medical, on Natasha concussion watch and it had just left her feeling even more pissed off.
"I'm trained in all situations, I should have stopped the hit and stopped him from escaping." She growled, pushing through the doors.
"Nat, they caught him at the airport and we got the rest of them." Clint sighed, shaking his head as they passed the guys. Even Tony's smirk disappeared.
"I take it we're not going to your room." He said quietly as she hit the elevator button for the gym.
"Not a damn chance." She muttered. "I got sloppy, I need to work on it until I'm better."
Clint sighed and nodded. "You're not sloppy, even you can't see in the dark, Nat."
"Then I need to use my other senses."
"Tash, c'mon, you're the best at using your senses."
They entered the gym and Clint moved to grab a towel. "Come here." He said softly.
"Why?" Natasha asked tiredly, rubbing the bruise between her brows.
"I'm going to remind you how badass you are. Trust me." He held up the towel. "I'm going to cover your eyes and you're going to fight me until I'm down."
"That's stupid." She mumbled.
"Give it a chance. Now, who's the best agent you've ever fought in hand to hand."
"Hill." She shrugged.
"Not the answer I wanted." He pouted.
"You're a very close second."
"Hmm. Well, how many times have you handed me my ass on these mats?"
Her lips pulled back in a half smile. "Many times."
"And how many times have I handed you yours?"
"Many times."
"So we're pretty evenly matched, huh? Well, times to hand me my ass blindfolded."
"Don't go easy." She mumbled, eyeing the towel. "Just to make me feel better."
"Wouldn't dream of it, Tash."
He held up the towel and she sighed, lifting her ponytail up so he could tie the towel around her eyes.
"How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Knowing you, one." She smirked.
"Fine. Can you see me?"
"No." She sighed.
"A shame for you, I'm sure." He said dryly.
"Devastating." She quipped.
"No more talking, let's do this."
...
Maybe three minutes later, Natasha had Clint on his back.
"Ow." Clint groaned.
Natasha undid the towel and looked down at him. "That looks painful." She grinned, holding out her hand.
Clint pulled himself up, grinning too. "See? You do use your other senses, it was a one off with him getting a lucky hit in."
"Maybe." She mumbled, shrugging her shoulders.
"Nat, you're amazing." He took her hand, turning her to look at him.
"Thanks Clint." She said softly, standing on her tiptoes and kissing him.
"Hmm. You should beat me more often." Clint grinned, slowly backing her up against the wall.
Natasha laughed, tilting her head. "Kinky."
"Shh." He leaned his head down. "Trust me now?"
"Always, Clint."