Natasha and her friends were back visiting.

Clint said something about Pietro and Wanda possibly going with them, I hoped the two didn't leave.

Clint had put Napoleon and I in our stalls because of the jet, which usually landed in our pasture.

I was trying to open the lock on my stall when the door opened, "There's my little escape artist," I heard a woman coo.

It was my favorite redhead, Natasha. Natasha walked quickly over to my stall, grabbing my halter from the hook on her way.

Natasha slipped the halter over my nose and attached the rope before opening the stall door. She led me to the saddle rack and tied me to a pole as she grabbed my saddle.

It didn't take her long to put the saddle on my back and adjust all its straps.

I was eager for this ride, no one pushed me as hard as Natasha did.

Clint had even bought the land next door and made a race track for me.

I had yet to test it out though.

Natasha pulled herself onto my back and we were running out of the barn moments later.

Everyone was in the field in front of Clint's house playing around with a few frisbees when Natasha and I flew by.

Natasha grabbed the frisbee before Tony could catch it. She threw it to Steve with a laugh.

"Damn it Nat!" I could hear Tony yell as we disappeared into the surrounding forest.

She pushed me through the muddy trails, spraying mud all over myself and her legs, she didn't seem to care.

I ran two laps around Clint's property, that seemed to be a tradition of Nat's, before trotting into the field.

They were still playing frisbee, but it wasn't as intense as before.

Clint froze when he saw my appearance, so did Steve. "Jesus Nat, did you make her run through every mud puddle you saw?" Clint asked as he jogged over.

Steve slowly made his way inside, not wanting to have to help Natasha bathe me probably.

The others followed after him, "She needed a good run, she liked it." Natasha told him shortly as she hopped off of my back.

I tried to shake some of the mud off now that she was off, but it had already embedded itself in my coat.

"I'm not helping you bathe her, you're on your own," Clint told her as he pat my neck before heading to the house.

Natasha sighed exaggeratedly, "Nobody loves me Widow,".

I snorted.

She gave me a shove, "Rude,".

She picked at a clump of mud in my mane with a disgusted face, "You do need a bath, he's right about that," she muttered before leading me into the barn.
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Natasha was much smarter when it came to giving me baths, she used the water hose at an angle unlike Steve.

She left the barn after she put me in my stall.

Napoleon was jealous, "Nobody ever takes me out anymore," he complained.

I glanced over at him from my food bucket, "You complain when you get taken out and you complain when nobody takes you out. Either way you'll have a problem with it," I told him as I stuck my muzzle into my bucket.

He flattened his ears, obviously offended, but said nothing.
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Natasha came back out the next a few hours later with Steve and the others lingering in the doorway.

"Why am I doing this?" Steve asked from the doorway.

Tony looked at him, "Because I have two hundred dollars on this bet and you are going to beat that horse Capsicle,".

I flattened my ears and took a few steps away from the stall door, what did he mean 'beat that horse'?

Natasha grabbed my halter and stepped into my stall. "Shut up Stark, she can hear you,".

Tony rolled his eyes, "It's a horse Nat, they can't understand English, or anything,".

Clint slapped the back of Tony's head as Natasha tried to put the halter on.

I reared slightly a few times, causing Natasha to take a few steps back.

"Look what you did Stark!" Clint complained.

Tony looked affronted, "How? Did you beat the horse Clint?"

Clint turned a glare towards Stark, "I stole her from HYDRA,".

Natasha stepped towards me with her hands by her face, "Easy Widow easy," Natasha encouraged as she slowly stepped towards me.

I tossed my head up a few times, but slowed as she reached a hand to touch my nose. "Easy," she told me softly.

I relaxed.

"There," she told me as she slipped the halter on. "So Steve, ready to lose a race?"

Oh, that's what he meant.
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"Clint were you just waiting for us to get here to make this bet?" Tony asked as Natasha walked me onto the soft dirt of the track.

Clint shook his head, "No, but Natasha likes to run Widow pretty hard, so I gave her a track,".

Steve jumped the fence and moved to stand beside me.

Natasha unclipped the lead and grabbed the side of my halter, "Kick his ass," she told me sternly. She tapped the side of my face before sitting on the fence beside Clint.

"Why am I racing a horse?" Steve asked again.

I pawed at the dirt.

"Just shut up and do it Steve," Tony yelled.

Steve rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh.

I shook my mane in agreement. What if I didn't want to race?

"What if she doesn't go?" Bruce asked as he cleaned his glasses.

"She'll run if you do, she always wants to be in front. She's rude like that," Clint called.

Steve sighed heavily before taking off running.

I watched him for a moment, slightly offended at the dirt he kicked on my knees as he took off before I bolted after him.

The others were cheering for both Steve and I.

It didn't take me long to catch up with Steve, but I was still tired from earliers run.

As we neared the finish, I pushed myself to get ahead of Steve, I could tell he was pushing himself to do the same.

I skidded to a stop after Steve started to slow from just behind me. I could hear Natasha cheering as she made her way over.

Tony was grouching as he handed Clint some paper.

Natasha reattatched the lead to my halter, "I told you so," Natasha told Tony as he neared.

Tony was muttering something about cheating as he handed Natasha two pieces of paper that said '$100'.