“I don’t know how you can work with him and not just drool over those arms,” remarks the younger agent. She’s been unfortunate enough to be paired with Natasha for sparring, and she’s currently trapped in a headlock because she’d stopped to watch Clint wrestle his own trainee to the mat. This was her excuse for being distracted, which Natasha thinks is frankly ridiculous.
“They’re just muscles,” she says, maintaining the hold on the agent’s neck. “Anyone who trains as much as he does would look similar; and anyway, letting yourself get distracted by things like that are what get you killed.” Not that she, you know, endorses the Red Room’s methods or anything, but at least she was trained from an early age not to let anything, especially a man, get between her and her objective. “Let’s go again,” she sighs, releasing the agent. “And don’t look at Barton.”
Half of SHIELD, it seems, has a crush on him, which Natasha chalks up to the fact that nobody else works as closely with him as she does. Is he physically fit? Sure, but so are scores of other agents, she reasons, and they don’t shoot glitter bomb arrows. [[continued on AO3!]]
gravitational effects of the moon, G, no warnings
“They’re just muscles,” she says, maintaining the hold on the agent’s neck. “Anyone who trains as much as he does would look similar; and anyway, letting yourself get distracted by things like that are what get you killed.” Not that she, you know, endorses the Red Room’s methods or anything, but at least she was trained from an early age not to let anything, especially a man, get between her and her objective. “Let’s go again,” she sighs, releasing the agent. “And don’t look at Barton.”
Half of SHIELD, it seems, has a crush on him, which Natasha chalks up to the fact that nobody else works as closely with him as she does. Is he physically fit? Sure, but so are scores of other agents, she reasons, and they don’t shoot glitter bomb arrows. [[continued on AO3!]]