Learn to Fight
A grunt was audible down the empty corridor. In one of the many rooms found, two people were sparring, a redhead and a dirty blond, on the mat in the middle of the floor. The blond panted as he once again was pinned to the mat, the redhead looking at him with an unreadable expression.
"Okay, okay you pinned me, off." He ordered, and the red head reluctantly got off, standing up and brushing a strand of hair out of her face.
The blond panted as he got up and winced. "Where did you learn to fight like that?" He asks as he limped over to one of the benches and plopped down, reaching in his teams duffle bag for his waterbottle. The redhead walked over to sit next to him as she reached for her own water bottle.
"I have three older brothers," She replies as she popped the top of her water bottle off and took a swig.
"Really?" The blond responded as he sat back, looking at his combat partner as she nodded.
"Sam is first chair of the french horns in band and first table on the chess team, Steve is a fiery AP art student who doesn't even weigh a hundred pounds soaking wet, and Bucky can rock a cocktail dress and six inch heels. I wasnt going to let anyone give them shit for any of that, so I had to learn to beat up bigger people than me pretty early on," she says.
The blond's eyebrows attempted to hide in his hairline in surprise. "Well, thats... great," he says as he set his waterbottle down.
"Well, maybe we could make this a weekly thing?" He asks after a moment of silence had fallen between them.
"I think i'd like that," the red head says, a small smile tugging on the corners of her mouth.
"Next week, same time then?"
"Sure thing, clint."
After gathering her things, the redhead got up and left, slinging her drawstring bag over her shoulder.
"Bye Nat!" Clint calls after her and she held up her hand over her head and waved behind her as she walked out, the gym door opening and shutting, leaving Clint alone in the musky smelling room.