[a few months after meeting Peter]

(SUPER short chapter bc writers block)

Y/n was pinned on the ground, Peter held her wrists loosely on either side of her head. She was covered in sweat, making strands of her y/h/c hair stick to her neck. Peter barely had his full weight on top of her and his face held a  grin. "I win." He announced. Y/n smirked and with a small amount of force (because of his lack of concentration), pushed his arms back and flipped him over onto his back, straddling his stomach. She bent over in an effort to catch her breath, resting her hands on his shoulders.

"I win." She mocked.

"No fair." The boy groaned jokingly and he giggled folding his arms behind his neck. "You may have won today but one day I'll get you." He said. "I'll get you my pretty and your little dog too!" He added impersonating the wicked with of the west.

"Not without your super strength." She smirked.

A few feet beside them the door to the training room opened and in came Clint sipping on a straw from Burger King bottle. He stopped in his tracks staring at the two kids, "am I interrupting something?"

Natasha walked in after him and when she saw y/n on top of Peter she grabbed the back of Clint's shirt shirt pulling her best friend back out the of the room. "They're just training."

"That doesn't look li-"

"Shhh they can hear you." She poked her head back into the room and gave the blushing kids a warm motherly smile, "you're doing great sweeties, don't forget to drink water though." And she back walked out.

Y/n flopped onto the black mat exhausted while Peter remained a blushing mess beside her. "You're getting better." She told him to break the awkward silence. "You just need to work on concentration."

The boy nodded, taking note of her advice "ok."