𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑨 | in which a normal, dreary, woman has greatness thrust upon her, and with it an instructor who is not a perfect soldier but a good man.
Join Quinn, a lowly I.T. at S.H.I.E.L.D., as her already chaotic domestic life gets throw...
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THERE'S AN AUDIBLE thump as Quinn's head collides with the soft padding of the blue mat in the gymnasium. She groans as she rubs the back of her head, wincing in pain. She should have gotten used to it by now, she had been training with Blair for a month now and it was relentless. She hadn't taken it easy on her ever since she announced she was going to become an agent.
She remembers fondly of Blair's laugh when she told her. "You don't get to choose to be an agent, Fury has to choose you," Blair had informed her. Ever since Blair had tested her limits whether she liked it or not.
She never went home with visible bruises to her face but she had multiple on her arms, abdomen, her legs. She had been tested with guns, knives, various other weapons that shock, pierce or prod.
Including working with a staff, which she had become reliant on more than anything. Which shows incredibly during this session, as her hand to hand combat could use some more work.
She never truly wanted to rely on her strength alone, she wanted to rely on her wits and some sort of weapon but Blair has told her that that kind of thinking will get herself killed on the field.
Quinn tries to jab another punch at Blair but she's quickly swept off her feet once again by the agent, landing flat on her back. She can't stop the air escaping her lungs as she revels back from the blow.
Tears sting her eyes as she curls into a ball on her side to try to block any attacks while being on the ground. Blair hasn't attacked her while she was down but today she seems more brutal than ever, pushing her far past the limits that she had set.
She begins wondering if being an agent was even worth it if this is how it was going to be. A groan escapes her lips as she feels the burning sensation on her back from where she had landed, she tries to suppress the sound, as usual, this would trigger an unwarranted lecture from Blair.
Unfortunately, she does hear it, and Quinn hears her light footsteps padding their way over to her fetal position. Through half-closed eyes Quinn can see that Blair has stopped right in front of her, she let's out a rough sigh as she opens herself up from her cowardice stance, curled up on the floor, reaching out and grabbing ahold of Blair's hand.
She hauls herself to her feet, avoiding any eye contact with Blair as she knew she'd be disappointed in her. "As an agent who's been on the field for most of her life, I'm gravely discontent with your skill. I thought you'd bring up a new challenge for me, as you did have some experience in the past with law enforcement -"
"To be fair, we didn't beat each other senseless in class," Quinn pipes up, earning a presses lipped scowl from the agent. "Give me thirty for interrupting," Blair demands in a low tone. Quinn sighs as she drops to her hands and begins giving Blair a set of push-ups. It was killing her upper arms with how much she had been using them today.
