Heart of Ice
“You’ll only be gone for a week,” Fury said as Gwen zipped her suitcase up.
“I thought it was supposed to be longer.” The blond hefted up her bag onto her shoulder, and faced the one eyed man.
“We only want to assess you for now. When we need you, you’ll be away for longer.” She nodded and the two walked down the steps to the front door of the mansion. She dropped her bag and then picked both Jean and Ororo in a hug.
“I’ll see both you little monsters in a week,” she said, placing them down. Moving on to Scott she grabbed his head, placing a kiss on top of his head. “Be good.” He nodded, wrapping his arms around her hips. She gave Hank, Sean, Raven, and Alex hugs and then went to the final two.
Gwen wrapped her arms around Charles first. “Please be careful,” he whispered in his British accent. She smiled.
“I will dad,” she whispered. She didn’t call Charles and Erik dad and papa very often, only when she needed to say it or they needed to hear it. He pressed a kiss to the side of her head and lightly pushed her to Erik. He wrapped his arms around her.
“Kick ass at that place,” he said quietly making Gwen chuckle.
“Always, papa.” She let him go, picked her bag back up, and walked out the door with Fury. “Is that a Quin Jet?” She asked.
“Cool.” They boarded the jet and the blond saw that there were two people in the cockpit; the pilot was a man with dark blond hair and was muscular. The second was a redheaded woman.
“Agent Barton, Agent Romanov, meet Gwendolyn Falcon,” Fury said. Agent Barton, the blond, smiled and shook her hand.
“Nice to meet you. You can call me Clint, Barton, or Hawkeye. I really don’t care,” he said.
“Gwen,” was all the pale blond said. The redhead also shook her hand, but she wasn’t nearly as pleasant as Clint was.
“Natasha.” Gwen nodded and then sat down. Looking around the jet, she started asking herself if going was a good idea.
Sweetheart, don’t psyche yourself out already, she heard Charles’ voice in her head say. She smiled slightly.
Should’ve known you’d still be listening in, she joked. She heard him chuckle through the connection.
Of course. Gwen, don’t let anything they throw at you get the better of you. You are one of the best fighters I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. Use that to your full advantage.
I will, Charles, she thought and then the jet started to take off. I’ll see you guys in a week.
Goodbye, my dear.
She sighed. She wanted to talk to him a bit longer.
Staring out the window, Gwen let out a silent gasp when she saw them descending to a ship on the ocean. “This is basically SHIELD headquarters,” Clint said, pulling onto the runway.
“This is incredible,” she whispered.
“It gets better,” Natasha said, walking out of the jet with Fury following close behind. Clint and Gwen followed close behind and walked into the ship. They walked down many hallways until they came upon a room with a bunch of what looked like control panels and with a bunch people. The same brunette that came to Xavier Mansion with Fury, Maria Hill, was shouted orders at people. Fury motioned for the blond to follow him, and they walked onto a platform that was all glass.
“Alright everybody, let’s get this in the air!” Hill shouted. Gwen shot a startled look to Fury.
“Wait, what?” She asked and then looked down through the glass floor to see them slowly start to rise out of the water. “Holy shit.” She now understood when Natasha had said it got better.
“Let’s disappear,” Fury commanded loudly.
“Does he mean literally disappear?” Gwen asked lowly to Hill. The brunette shook her head.
“No, we have reflection panels all around the aircraft. It makes people below us view the sky, and people below us view the ocean,” she explained.
“Nice,” the blond whistled lowly.
“Miss Falcon, we will begin your training today. Agent Romanov and Agent Barton will show you where the training room is, and a few days from now, I will assess your skills against some of the agents. Dismissed,” he said, facing the large window in front of them. Gwen shot his turned back a look and grumbled to herself about disrespectful pirates.
She walked back down the aisle to where the two agents were waiting. “So, what’s first?” She asked. The two agents looked at each other for a split second before walking out the door. The blond followed behind them. They walked into a large training room, complete with a boxing ring, ten punching bags, and many mats covering the floor.
“Follow me,” Natasha said, leading Gwen to a room. When the door opened, she saw it was a locker room and then pieces of clothing were being thrown at her. “Get changed and then meet me in the other room.” Gwen got changed quickly and then walked out of the room, jogging over to the redhead.
“It slightly freaks me out that you guys know my shoe size.”
“SHIELD,” was Clint’s answer.
“The first thing we’re going to be working on are your combat skills,” Natasha said while Clint walked away to do target practice. The two women walked over to the mats and started circling slowly, each looking for the other’s weakness. A split second later, Natasha attacked.
Gwen knew she could fight. She knew she was an excellent fighter thanks to some training from Erik and many years of boxing and a special form of martial arts training from when she was younger.
Natasha Romanov made her look like a kitten trying to attack a lion. The redhead completely decimated her in a matter of minutes.
“Ow,” the blond whined from her position, flat on her back, from the floor. Natasha held out her hand and helped her up.
“You’re good,” was all the redhead said before walking back. Clint was staring at her wide eyed.
“Did you know that not many people can hold their own against Tasha? Gwen, you are, like, my hero,” he joked. She smiled slightly.
“So, now that I’ve gotten my ass handed to me, what’s next?”
Clint led her over to one of the many punching bags and walked behind it, holding onto it with gloved hands. Gwen taped up her hands and smirked. This should be interesting.
An hour of boxing later, Gwen ran a towel over her sweaty face. “You’re really good,” Clint commented, handing her a water bottle.
“Thanks.” Natasha walked back over and looked the blond over.
“Yoga is next.” Gwen let out a mental sigh of relief. Maybe she was finally done. “And then target practice after that.” Well, fuck. There went that plan.
After an hour of yoga with Natasha, they both took her to the shooting range. “Which would you like to practice with first; gun or bow?”
“Well, I know how to shoot a gun, so let’s go with a bow,” she decided, wanting to try it out. Clint handed her a bow and a quiver full of arrows. He stood back and watched her. “Aren’t you going to teach me how?” She asked.
“I want to see you shoot first so I know where you’re weaknesses are.” She nodded in understanding and her ice-like gaze landed on the target across from her. She lined up the tip of the arrow with the heart of the dummy, and took a deep breath. As she exhaled, she let go.
The arrow soared through the air, imbedding itself into the ground about ten feet away from them. Gwen glared harshly at it. “Are you fucking kidding me?” She grumbled to herself, getting out another arrow.
“You’re raising your elbow to high; lower it a little- yep, that’s good. Now try.” Gwen took another deep breath, lined the tip of the arrow with the chest of the dummy, and released the arrow while exhaling.
This time the arrow hit the dummy. In the kneecap. “Hey, at least you hit it. We all can’t be amazing at this like me,” Clint boasted, looking cocky. Natasha rolled her pretty greenish-blue eyes at him and hastily took the quiver and bow from the blond and handed her a gun.
“Shoot,” was all she said.
“Where do you want me to hit?”
“Heart five times, head six times.”
Gwen aimed the gun and fired off eleven rounds; five in the heart, six in the head. “Not bad,” the redhead said, taking the gun back. “Go shower and change. We’ll grab some dinner and then I’ll show you where room is.” Nodding, Gwen turned back to the locker room and walked towards the shower. She saw two towels already out; one large, white, fluffy one and one smaller white one.
She grabbed them both and took a shower with her vanilla scented shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. She wrapped her hair in the smaller towel when she was done, and then wrapped the larger one around her body. She dried off and then quickly towel dried her hair. Gwen walked back to where her clothes were from earlier and quickly changed back into them.
When she was done, she hoisted the bag of clothes and supplies she brought and walked out of the locker room and into the training room again. Natasha and Clint appeared before her and motioned for her to follow.
They led her to a dining hall type of room and they three quickly ate dinner and then the redhead showed Gwen where her room was going to be. It was smallish; it had a normal full sized bed with black sheets and a black comforter with black pillows, a night stand on the left side of the bed, a dresser, a small TV on the dresser, and a small private bathroom. “Thank you,” Gwen said as a goodbye to Natasha. The Russian woman nodded and walked away.
As soon as she shut the door, Gwen stripped off her clothes, pulled her hair up into a messy bun on the top of her head, and put on some short yoga shorts and a large shirt with the Batman sign on it. She went under the covers and quickly fell asleep after an exhausting day.
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