Natasha Romanoff

Larry turned to see...

Natasha Romanoff, aka Black Widow. Shit.

He had forgotten she was doing one of her seminars on how normal people could be heroes like her today. And while she was hot, especially in her SHEILD jumpsuit, she wasn't stupid.

"I've never seen a gun like that before," she said. "Is it a toy?"

"Um, yes," Larry said.

"Okay, well," Natasha said. "Regardless, I should probably confiscate it for purposes. Guns aren't allowed in school, and that one looks strange, so I'm worried it may be Chitauri technology."

Larry began to panic internally. Even if this gun was a scam, he couldn't let Natasha have it.

Taking a gamble, he shot her with the gun set on 1.

"Okay, ow!" Natasha drew her own gun. "That's it, you're coming with me!"

"Is that any way to treat your superior?" Larry asked.

Natasha eyed him, then put her gun away. "No, sir. Sorry, sir."

Larry was in awe. Clearly, the ray worked.

"Okay, Romanoff," he said in a more stern voice. "Listen up. You are to follow me at all times. Do not leave my sight unless I tell you to."

"Yes, sir."

"Additionally, Fury said I should test your stamina, so there will be multiple tests throughout the day."

"Got it, sir."

"Okay, let's head to the location of your first test."

He led her to the football field. No one was using it, and it was pretty far from the actual school.

"Okay, Romanoff," Larry said. "Fury says for your first stamina test, you must twerk until you can not twerk any more. He said that this is a perfectly normal test and that you shouldn't be feaked out by it."

"Why would I be?" Natasha asked, turning around, jutting her ass out at Larry, and twerking.