Request: 6 with Natasha

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You walk into the gymnasium of the Avengers Headquarters, rubbing your temples with your fingers. The thumping in your head is driving you insane, and you're really starting to regret doing shots with Natasha the night before. She drank you under the table. You're not even sure what happened after the first few drinks.

"Hopefully nothing embarrassing," you mutter to yourself.

Natasha stands by the punching bag, letting all her frustration out onto it. She sees you come into the gym from the corner of her eye. "How's the hangover?" she smirks, still punching.

You groan, "Could you be any louder?"

Natasha laughs, slowing the punching bag to a stop as she unwraps her hands. "I'll take that as an answer."

"You drank just as much as I did," you scowl, sitting down on the nearest bench. "How are you not hungover?"

Natasha just shrugs, nodding to the sparring mat. "C'mon. Training doesn't stop for anything. Including hangovers."

You sigh, standing to your feet and walking over to the mat. You raise your fists, mirroring Natasha. "Take it easy on me or I'll tell my brother to kick your ass."

Natasha lets out a louder laugh that almost makes you smile, despite the pounding in your head. "Clint can try to kick my ass, but I've been kicking his since before I knew he had a baby sister."

You launch a badly-timed swing at her, which she easily dodges. "I'm no baby."

She smirks, moving lightly on her dancer's feet. "Never said you were...Baby."

The nickname causes you to hesitate, just long enough for Natasha to grab your upheld fist, twist your arm, and send you crashing to the padded floor. She crouches over you, pinning you to the ground. You close your eyes tightly and let out a sound of pain.

"What part of take it easy don't you get?"

To Be Continued...