Mikhail
I saw Natasha the moment she arrived at the training grounds, carrying water for the soldiers.
The sun caught her dark hair and for a second I forgot I was supposed to be sparring.
My opponent's fist connected with my jaw.
"f**k!" I stumbled back, shaking my head. "Good hit."
"You weren't paying attention," He said, grinning. "What distracted you?"
I didn't answer. I just reset my stance and came at him harder, because now I was aware of Natasha moving through the training grounds, and something primal in me wanted to show off.
I wanted her to see how strong I was, how skilled. It was stupid and reckless, but I couldn't help it.
I fought harder and faster. I took down my opponent with a series of moves that had the other soldiers whistling appreciatively.
When I looked
