Kana's P.O.V. - 9th February, 2012

Riverside Park

I was sitting all alone on a bench in the park, it was quite cold out, but I preferred feeling the cool wind running through my ebony hair. The woollen scarf wrapped around my neck protected the lower part of my face from the bitter cold. Unfortunately, my hands were left bare and exposed to the elements, they turned bright red and were slowly numbing so I tried to heat them up by blowing and rubbing them together furiously.

Suddenly, a cup was placed in front of my vision which makes me reel back before looking to see Natasha holding it with another one in her other hand.

"You look like you need it," Natasha comments as she sits beside me. I accept the cup and sigh jovially as feeling gradually recovered in my hands. I watched the steam dance off of the lid before taking a small sip.

"So what are you doing here?" I inquire, licking my lips to get the coffee droplets that stuck to my lip.

"Today is weapon training with Clint," Natasha informs before moving her head to the side, "let's go," she orders before throwing her empty cup in the bin.

I hum before following her, when I managed to catch up and was walking beside her I say, "Won't you be training me today?"

"I'll be on a mission to recover some lost tech and won't be back for a few days so your partner will be Hill for the time being," Natasha informs before smirking, "you sounded kinda disappointed."

"That's because you fight so cool," I compliment before waving my hands about, badly imitating some punches and throws, "you flip like 'whoosh' and do this 'whap, whap' thing with your hands..." I continue to tribute to her awesome fighting style.

She smiles and chuckles at my excitement, pats my shoulder before assuring me, "Don't worry. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be able crush a man's neck with your thighs, knock out a group of people using a spinning kick and topple an empire with just a smile."

"... Cool!" I proclaim, eyes shining in admiration. That sounds so awesome!.. dangerous, but awesome nonetheless. "You're so amazing, Onee-san!" I declare before realising what I just said, I gasp and stammered wildly while covering my face in humiliation, "I'm sorry! I didn't-I meant-! Oh gosh, I'm an idiot!"

Natasha blinks rapidly a couple of times, but as usual she quickly regains composure. I feel her pat my head which makes me peek between my fingers to see her smiling, "I feel flattered. You can keep calling me that if you want."

"R-Really?" I inquire, hesitantly, expecting to be shot down.

"Course. Beside, I think it'll be fun having such a cute little sister with such adorably chubby cheeks," Natasha teases as she pinches my left cheek.

"Hey, I'm totally macho," I argue, pouting which causes her to let out a laugh and made me sulk even more. "I've been training real hard. Look at these muscles! I'm totally tough," I point out, flexing my arms to show off how tough I am while unknowingly and adorably puffing out my cheeks like a chipmunk to show my distress.

"Sure(!)" Natasha deadpans before telling to get into the car, I obey, but spent the whole ride attempting to convince that I'm more tough than cute. I knew she was secretly making fun of the whole time.

3rd Person's P.O.V. 

Outside the Park

"Tony, this meeting is extremely important so please-" Pepper starts only to be interrupted.

"Please be more respectful, don't insult the other members even when they're being a**holes. I know, Pep, I know," Tony assures, not really paying attention. He was instead inspecting his cuffs.

"Tony, I'm serious. You need to take this seri-"

"Hey boss, look who's at the park," Happy blurts out of the blue as he parks the car and points straight ahead where Natalie stood talking to a teenager with black hair and an eyepatch.

"Is that Natalie?" Pepper questions, squinting to get a better view.

"Wow, she looks good," Happy hummed, reminiscing the day when he drove her to Hammer Industry then promptly get slapped up the head by Pepper who immediately knew what he was thinking.

"And it looks like she's up to her usual tricks," Tony drawls, gesturing to the girl who couldn't be older than 16.

"You think she's recruiting children into S.H.I.E.L.D?" Pepper gasps, while she may not know a lot about the organisation, she's heard enough of it from Tony.

"Wouldn't put it past them," Tony replies as he gets his phone out and taps a few buttons and ordering, "Jarvis, give me the info of the kid. Find out her link with S.H.I.E.L.D. or at least Agent Romanoff."

"Sir, it seems that I am unable to crack through S.H.I.E.L.D's fire walls," Jarvis informs after a few minutes, but by then Natasha and the girl had already driven off.

"S***. I guess I need to find another way in," Tony theorises as multiple ideas fly through his head.

"Tony," Pepper warns when she sees his devious smirk, the one that she knew would cause undeniable trouble.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Training Room

"Alright kiddo, our session will involve you learning to use long distance weapons," Clint informs as he passes me a gun which I accept, I stare at it warily, not really wanting to learn how to wield one.

"D-Do I really need to learn how to use a g-gun?" I stammered, the gun sitting on the palm of my hand.

"Yes," Clint stated softly yet firmly, "you can't just rely on your strength nowadays, it's important for you to be trained in other skills as these will improve your chances of surviving during missions."

I nod slowly as I realised that he was right and manoeuvred the gun so I held it in the proper position like the people on TV do. I was still hesitant in using it though.

"Okay, do you see those targets over there?" Clint pointed to a bunch of targets set out quite far out, I nodded again, "I want you try and aim for the centre." I lift up the gun and automatically close one eye, but before I could shoot Clint stops me.

"Alright stop there, you have to take the safety off of the gun first," he flips the safety off, "make sure both your eyes are open so you have better accuracy, it can be tempting to close an eye but I advise you not to do that until you're a pro and finally, you're aiming the gun too low. You need to align the front sight with the rear sight so the gun is level and you get a good picture. There are also factors you have to consider when using a gun like the wind, the surrounding area, whether the target is moving etc. You don't need to worry about that now since we're inside but remember those factors when in any other situation." Clint manoeuvres my arms and hands until they are in the right position and I fire when he tells me to.

I saw that the bullet landed in the inner circle which makes me beam in pride as Clint praised me, "Good job!" Clint began to give me more tips and advice until I became quite proficient in using the gun by myself. After 20 minutes, Clint began to scrutinise me, his hand placed on his chin as his narrowed eyes focused on my hands.

Beads of sweat streamed down my forehead as I hesitated in asking him what was wrong. Eventually, after 5 minutes of excruciating silence, I finally urged up the courage to ask, "Uh, Clint? Is everything okay?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah," Clint snapped out of his stupor as he explains his train of thought, "you seem good with a gun, but I feel like knives would match you better."

"Knives? I'm learning to use other long range weapons?" I reiterate, certainly not expecting that.

"Well, yeah," Clint replies as if it's obvious, "everyone prefers a gun, but certain people are more proficient with specific weapons. That's why I'm having you practice the basics with different weapons. I'll judge what I believe would be best and that'll be your main weapon of choice."

I nod once again to show my acknowledgement before I started to train with a variety of long range weaponry such as darts, batons, staves, etc. until Clint called it a day.

"After long and careful deliberation, I've decided that knives are best suited for you to use," Clint reveals as he hands me a belt with 5 knives. I took one out of its sheath and watched the lustrous silver metal gleamed under the burning lights of the training room. It was so beautiful. I examined the blade and upon turning it at an angle, it clearly showed my reflection.

"I see you like them," Clint articulates, grinning widely. I give no reply, but place the knife back in the sheath.

"Clint, you use arrows, right?" He nods, wondering where I'm going with this, "can you give me a demonstration? I feel like it would help me develop my own skills."

Clint mulled this over before patting my head, "Won't hurt. Beside, I get to give you a once in a lifetime demonstration of moi."

"Natasha was right, you really do have a big head," I mumbled without thinking then immediately tried to rectify my mistake in a panic.

"You need to stop panicking so often," Clint snorts, "and don't listen to Nat when she insults me. She's just jealous of my super duper ultra mega bada** skills." Clint puffs up his chest to show off his manliness and as much as I wanted to comment on it, I held my tongue. As far as I knew, men took their masculinity quite actively so any threat to it would make them depressed, crazy or annoying as they would go to extreme measures to restore it. Hide was proof of that.

Clint leads me to a set of stairs that lead to a control room that had a large window which showed the training room we were just in. Clint started to press some buttons which flipped over walls that had weapons hanged up and brought out some holographic pillars.

"Push the button when I tell you to," Clint orders before sprinting down the stairs, bow in his hand and a set of quivers on his back. He jogs to the centre of the room before throwing me a thumbs up so I press the button and a count down started.

3, 2, 1. Begin.

These robotic mannequins popped up from the ground suddenly and immediately went to attack Clint. I gasped, but Clint smirked, completely prepared for the onslaught. Clint swiftly grabbed an arrow and shot it through the head of an android running to him before spinning on the balls of his feet and blocking a punch from another with his bow and aiming a kick at its head before plunging an arrow deep in its neck. Bullets slice through the air, a hair's breadth away from his head, which forces him to roll sideways behind a pillar. Briskly, Clint grabs another arrow, but instead of shooting it, he puts it at an angle.

What was he doing?

A robot sprints towards the pillar Clint was hiding behind at light speed. Clint, grin never once faltering, rolls out a small sphere instead of using his arrow which explodes out a thick amber-like substance that solidifies the second it meets the air, forcing the robot standstill as it tries to escape. Clint leaps towards the stuck robot, both knees lands on its shoulders and the force causes the robots spine to crack which made me wince at the loud (crack!) I saw that the robot had died as its body was stuck at an odd 'L.'

More bullets were fired which Clint dodged with ease and finesse all the while shooting his arrows that swiftly killed robot after robot. When the last one got too close, Clint used his bow to knock it on its face before plunging an arrow through its chest.

Training Simulation Finished.

Status: Completed Successfully.

Damn, when I came back from holiday, I had to redo all of this chapter because I didn't like the last version. The next chapter will be carrying on from this chapter instead of a time skip.