Y/N smirked the only way a Stark could smirk. Her fellow agent-in-training, Jax, was on the mat trying to catch their breath. She let out a chuckle before helping him to his feet. He spit out some blood.
“Damn Y/N,” he commented, “How the hell do you do that?” “I guess it has something to do with my amazing skills and overall awesomeness,” she teased, “That, and having the Black Widow be your trainer helps.” “Are you kidding me? I have Barton and I still can’t land a punch,” Jax bounced right back. She arched a brow. “Have you ever seen Barton beat Romanoff?” He thought a moment before smirking. “Good point.”
The whistle sounded, signaling a breather. Y/N shook her head before eyeing her sparring partner.
“Lucky you. You don’t have to fall on your ass for another fifteen.”
Jax just shook his head as he laughed. Neither one had taken notice of the small clustered group in the corner of the room. Most of them, all of them boys, were glaring at Y/N’s back. One in particular was getting hyped up from his friends, growing more and more angry. Even worse, more cocksure of himself. After agreement from his fellow trainees, the boy moved from the center of the circle. He made a beeline toward Y/N Stark.
Y/N jumped when she felt a hand smack her right on the ass. Her eyes widened, noticing Jax standing across from her, mirroring her expression. He knew better than anyone not to mess with Y/N. The room seemed to have silenced before being filled with the small group’s laughter.
Jaw clenched, Y/N slowly turned to face the boy her had slapped her: Kel. He had always hated her, blaming her accomplishments on being a Stark. She arched a brow at him. He was giving her the widest grin, as if he just humiliated her. Nat was in the corner, watching patiently.
“Aw look,” Kel mocked, “What? A big girl can’t handle a little tap?”
Before anyone could blink, Y/N had wrapped herself up and around Kel’s body. She slammed the boy onto his back on the concrete floor. He gasped for air, but she wasn’t done. She rolled him until her legs were pinning his chest as she pulled his arm in a very uncomfortable position. Kel was slapping the ground with his free hand. He wasn’t getting off that easy.
In a calm, collected, but deadly voice, she told him, “If you ever touch me again, you will be heading to HR with one less limb. Understand?”
Kel didn’t answer. A couple other boys attempted to help their friend. Rolling her eyes, Y/N rolled the two of them until she had her bicep around his throat while he lay on his stomach. The two that had moved to help were now on the ground, having been kicked during the roll. The boy clawed at her arm.
“I said,” she said, keeping her neutral tone, “Understand?”
After he choked out a yes, Y/N let him go. Easily, she got to her feet and glanced at the corner of the room. She gave her Stark smirk to Nat. The red head repressed a smirk of her own. After a moment, Nat spoke up.
“Break’s over,” she barked, “Back to position.”
“Hey sweetheart,” Tony greeted his daughter, “How was training?” “Just fine,” she answered. “Anything you want to tell me?” he persisted. She arched a smirking brow at him. “Well, if Nat told you…” He mirrored her smirk. “I want to hear your version.”
She took a sip of water while nodding. Tony could already feel his chest puffing with slight pride.
“Kel slapped my ass, so I pinned him to the ground until we came to an understanding.”
She gave a deviously sweet smile. Tony started chuckling. He patted her back.
“If you hadn’t, I would’ve,” he told her, “Well, maybe Rogers would’ve done the heavy lifting, but you get my point…I just wish I saw his face.”
Y/N nodded and started laughing herself. She was glad her father understood.