'Training'
In the training room Genevieve, goes right for the punching bag. She needed to punch out her anger, which apparently she’s been lacking in doing that.
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Genevieve starts punching slowly, just to test how her injured hand feels.
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Two seconds later, Genevieve is punching as hard and as fast as she can. Not even caring about the ache in her hand, or the wounds opening and bleeding.
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Clint walks into the training room, expecting to target practice in peace. To his surprise, he finds Genevieve and she’s going at the punching bag hard.
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Genevieve doesn't hear Clint walk in. Not that she cares, he's why she's so angry.
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Clint walks up behind Genevieve. His anger has passed, and he thinks about apologizing.
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Instead Clint can’t help himself… because his favorite thing to do is, bug Genevieve while she trains.
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Genevieve throws a punch so hard. She rips the punching bag.
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"Damn... Having a case of the Mondays?" Clint teases.
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Genevieve ignores him, and she keeps punching.
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"Haven't had your caffeine yet?" Clint continues to tease.
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Genevieve's shoulders tense.
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"Should I tell Tony, you're available for a shower buddy?" Clint asks, getting under Genevieve's skin.
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Genevieve quickly turns to Clint. She throws her last punch at his head.
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Clint grabs Genevieve's wrist, stopping her from making contact.
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Genevieve growls as she, tries punching Clint with her other hand.
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Clint grabs Genevieve's other wrist, he swipes her feet out from under her, and he pins her to the floor.
"You wanna to try that again, sweetheart?" Clint smirks.
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Genevieve’s blood is boiling, and her adrenaline is at its peak.
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Genevieve pushes back against Clint, causing him to fall onto his butt.
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Clint let’s go of Genevieve’s wrists, as he tries to steady himself.
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Genevieve is on her knees in the blink of an eye. She tackles Clint to the floor.
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Clint groans as the wind is knocked out of him.
Genevieve straddles Clint’s lap, as she pins his hands under her knees.
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Clint stares up a Genevieve.
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Genevieve firmly rests her left hand on Clint’s chest, and she holds her right fist behind her head.
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Clint bucks his hips into Genevieve, freeing his hands.
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Genevieve loses balance, and Clint grabs her wrists again.
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Clint pulls Genevieve close to him.
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Leaving the two assassins staring, at each other face to face. As they breathe heavily, and their adrenaline wears off.