Request: 15, 32, & 37 with Natasha

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"Congratulations! Not only did you almost take my head off, but you were a great big bag of dicks about it, too!"

"Well," Natasha retorts, flipping another knife in her hand as you both prepare for another round of hand-to-hand combat, "That was a perfect example of how not to do things. Nice job."

It's training day for the highest level of students in the SHIELD academy, but Natasha might be taking it a little too far. You and Natasha had trained all throughout your few years at the academy, but she was never this harsh on you.

"Can I do anything right for you?" you ask, blocking her knife-wielded hand.

She pushes more, forcing your arm to fall. She slashes at you, but you flip backwards, dodging her. "Can you shut up for five minutes?"

You fake laugh once, then run at her with more determination. Natasha drops the knife, throws you on the ground using your own speed against you, then catches the knife before it hits the ground and aims it at your throat.

"Your enemy won't go easy on you," she tells you, keeping the knife at your throat to make her point. "They will kill you if they spot a weakness."

Frustrated, you toss your legs up, using your weight against Natasha. You toss her on the ground, pinning her down and taking the knife from her hand. "Yet you have none."

Natasha knocks the knife from your hand, grinning up at you. "The only weakness I have is you."

Her words catch you off-guard, just long enough for Natasha to flip you off her and land on her feet. "We're done for today. I have a mission."

You groan, still lying on the floor. "I'd ask you to stay but I don't like you."

Natasha smirks on her way out of the gymnasium.