The Hollow (An Avengers FanFiction)

Chapter Seven

Thump. I landed on my butt as the fiery-haired Avenger threw me to the ground.

"I hate this, " I groan as I rub my tailbone.

"Same here, " Natasha agrees as she helps me up, but then I get thrown back down onto the ground. Thump.  "But you should know I hate complaining." she pulls me up toward her face by my shirt collar.

She looked like a pissed tiger with that threatening gaze, while I probably looked like prey to her.

I then hear a thump near us. I looked over to see Bucky on the ground with Steve standing above him.

Nat rolls her eyes as I stare at the two super soldiers.

Their sweat stuck their shirts to their bodies. They seemed to glisten as the light hit them.

Nat pulled me up forcefully. "You're pretty good for your age, but you have one major flaw..." Natasha mentions.

"Oh?" I ask as I cross my arms.

"You never use your size to your advantage. Every time I pinned you, you always had the chance to knee me in the ribcage where it would hurt enough to force me to release you, " she explains.

"I do use it, but well... Let's just say I was distracted," I explained with a flustered face. I was just glad that Pietro wasn't training when we were. Natasha would have beaten me to the ground as if I were just a bug. 

Natasha peaked over at the two men out of their time continuously training. I blushed as I couldn't help but peak as well. As I get lost in their image again, Natasha takes me away from them. "Go shower then we'll see how good you really are at shooting," she instructs. I walk away from them as I wonder why Natasha was going back into the gym. Natasha was one of the harder ones to read which did make her more interesting than the others. 

I stand next to the door as I listen to their conversation. 

"How did she do?" Steve asks. 

"Pretty good for her size and age, but her age is probably her biggest problem. She has a hard time staying focused when there are men she finds attractive near, but it's not her fault; sociopath or not, she's still a teenager with all these confusing hormones," Nat explains to them. 

"That's going to be a problem if we're on a mission together," Steve states. "Is there any way we could get her to focus?"

"With a normal teenager, I'd know how, but she doesn't have feelings like a normal teenager," Nat explains, "I guess we'll just have to work on it with her." 

As I feel the conversation end, I begin running down the halls to my room. I open the door to my prison cell and rushed to my bathroom to shower. 

I shoot the target right in the head. Perfect, as always. "Coulson wasn't lying when he said you were a good shot. You could give Barton a run for his money," Nat compliments. "Okay, give me a disabling shot." 

Bang! I shot the dummy in the legs. "This is too easy," I mutter under my breath in boredom. 

"Good. Give me a shot that'd give them a slow death," Natasha instructs. 

"What's the point in that?" I ask. 

"It'll help if you want revenge," she explains. 

"The reason why I'm okay with what I do is that it's simple and it's quick, plus, what's the point in revenge?" I ask. 

She seemed taken back by my reply. Just because I was sociopathic didn't mean I didn't have morals. "Revenge doesn't solve anything. People often would have me assassinate people to get revenge on them, but let me tell you, they were never satisfied. They'd continuously have me assassinate people associated with the original person they wanted revenge on," I explained, "Revenge is pointless. It gets you sidetracked from what's important. I've seen people lose their jobs and money because of their obsession with unsatisfied revenge. Therefore, they'd end up begging me to kill the next people for free. I was always so, I guess as close as I can get to disappointed when they'd waste my time by calling me over to just whine to me."