Avengers Imagines

Scott: A Nice Sight

Throwing punches, you waited for everyone to show up to introduce you to the newbie you'd be training. Right on time you notice the gang walk in with someone you'd never seen before. Walking over to the training mat, not caring about introductions, you call him over.

"Alright, newbie, get over here and show us what you've got."

Even from across the room, you could see him gulp and grow nervous at the idea of having to train in front of everyone, but he obeyed and walked over to the mat, taking a standing position in front of you.

Holding up your hands, he threw a punch that you dodged by moving a step back. His next one you were able to just swat it away. He tried a third punch, this time you grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm behind his back, kicking his left knee in, Scott fell face first into the mat. Waiting for him to get back off the mat, you giggled at his frustrated state.

Holding up your hands again, you waited for him to throw another punch, but he didn't. You saw a quick movement and noticed where he was going, you jumped to avoid his kick, quickly coming back down and swiping your leg under his feet, knocking him back down.

Watching him get back up, you noticed his knee bent a little, so you started to run, placing your foot on his knee, wrapping your other leg around his neck, immediately throwing him to the ground, resulting in him tapping out with your legs still around his face.

Getting up, you take a quick look at Scott and notice his face becoming increasingly red. "From the looks of it, I'd say it's been a while since you've had your face between a woman's thighs."

Your comment earning a slew of laughter from the others, you give them a look, "You guys can call it a day off. This," you say pointing at Scott, "Will take a while."

Once the others left, Scott pushed himself up, brushing off some imaginary dust. "I know how to fight," he mumbled.

"Do you now?" You laughed. "I think we all saw how that went."

Scott looked down at his feet. "I wasn't exactly expecting any of that, or else I could have fought you."

You laughed, "That's your excuse I wasn't expecting it. Do you think the enemy is just going to come up and announce that they're going to attack in five minutes. No! They're not going to care whether or not you're ready. They're going to attack, whether you expect it or not, that's why you must ALWAYS be ready. Watch your opponent, calculate and predict their next moves to counter them."

You go back to your original stance, feet apart, hands up. "Let's start with your punches. Go."

His right hand collided with your left, his left hit your right. You shake your head, laughing slightly, "Those were terrible."

"Okay, fine, if you're so good than you show me ho-" He was cut off by your right fist hitting him square in the face. "Ow!" He stumbled backwards holding his nose.

"Point taken," he grimaced.

For about two hours you and Scott trained, starting with the basics until he figured that out. Sweaty and out of breath, you went to your water bottle and took a large swig. Turning back to Scott, who, himself, is nothing but a sweaty mess with hair hanging in his face.

"We'll call that a day, don't want you too sore for tomorrows session," you teased.

Scott rolled his eyes and smiled.

Turning your attention back to zipping up your gym back, you hoist the strap on your shoulder and grab your bottle and walk away. In the doorway, before you exist, you turn around and take a once over on Scott, "By the way, seeing your face between my legs is a sight I could get used too," you tease, giving him a wink before heading to your room.

Even with your back turned, you could see and even feel the heat from his ears, cheeks, and neck radiating as they turned vibrant shades of red. What you couldn't see was the smile that played on his lips as he became increasingly happy at the thought of his next training session with you.