“Maintain your guard, (Name).” Natasha Romanoff ordered as she continued her barrage of punches and kicks.
“Can’t we break for lunch or have a snack or something? We’ve been at this for hours.” You pleaded as you ducked Natasha’s blow only to have your legs swept out from under you. You landed on the training mat with a solid thunk.
Natasha gazed down at you, one hand firmly planted on her hip, as you tried to relearn how to breathe.
“Alright, we can stop to eat. It doesn’t look like your mind was focused on training anyway.” Natasha sighed and extended a hand to help you up.
You grasped Natasha’s hand but instead of standing you attempted to pull Natasha down to your level and pin her. Natasha must have anticipated your move because she allowed you to pull her down but rolled away before you had a chance to pin her.
“Nice try, (Name). Maybe you have been paying attention
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