Marvel Imagines (Requests: ON HOLD)

Natasha Romanoff - Bike Race

You were just sat down and thinking about your crush. Natasha Romanoff.

You'd known each a few months now but you felt like she hadn't noticed you. She was a badass and beautiful assassin who could murder you in the most gruesome way possible and not leave a single trace behind. You probably weren't bad enough for her to like you.

Maybe if you tried something risky, something that would get her attention, then maybe she'd notice you for once. You didn't expect that opportunity to come about so quickly.

A man and a woman passed your spot on the bench and they seemed to be having a hushed argument about something. Fortunately, you caught every word.

"Well? Have you got it sorted?" The man asked.

The woman rolled her eyes. "It's harder than you think. I've got ten lined up but we still need the prey."

"It can't be that hard to find someone in a place as crowded as New York, surely."

"Trust me, it is. We need someone quick enough to make it interesting but also someone dumb enough to think they can win."

The man just crossed his arms and sighed in defeat. "You have a point. It's no fun if they're not quick."

You jumped off of the bench with a graceful landing and strolled over to the pair. "What's this I hear about being quick but dumb?"

The two eyed you up as you stopped next to them. "We're doing Predator and Prey."

"And what might that be?"

"It's a motorcycle race. The prey gets a ten second head start over the predators before the hunt begins. If they don't catch the prey in fifteen minutes, the prey wins all the money." It was the woman who explained.

You furrowed your brows curiously. This was your chance to impress Natasha. Winning a probably illegal motorcycle race is badass, right? You smirked.

"I think you just found your prey."

The man laughed loudly and the woman just sneered. But that all stopped when they noticed how serious you were being.

"You're serious?" The man questioned in disbelief.

You crossed your arms over your chest as if daring him to laugh more. "Not quick or dumb enough for you?"

"No. I mean, I just..."

"You're on." The woman said, holding out her hand.

You smiled and shook it. "Then let the hunt begin."

-

Okay it did not work out.

The police had caught wind of the race and you were now waiting for Natasha to pick you up as she was at the top of your very short contact list. When she did arrive she did not look impressed as you had hoped, she looked mad.

"Come on." She said to you, motioning to the exit.

You took a gulp of air before standing up and following the redhead through the doors and into the parking lot.

"Hi." You mumbled.

"So." Natasha said, crossing her arms. "You wanna tell me how you wound up there?"

You shrugged. "I was in a bike race and I was caught."

"And how did you secure a second charge?" 

"After I was caught I threw an officer's clothes through a window."

Natasha did not look convinced. "And?"

"And... The officer just happened to be wearing them at the time."

The assassin sighed at the confession. "Why? Why did you do that (y/n)?"

You played with your hands and suddenly became withdrawn. "I wanted to impress you."

Natasha's angry face changed to one of surprise. "You what?"

"I really wanted you to notice me. It's just... You're so cool and badass and I'm just me. I didn't think you'd want someone like that so I decided to take a risk to get your attention."

"Oh, you beautiful idiot."

"Huh?"

Natasha smiled as she stepped towards you and took your hands in hers. "I want someone who isn't going to risk their life every day. Someone who I know I can come home too without fearing they might be in danger. I do want someone like you."

You looked up in shock. "Y-You do?"

"I do. Ever since that day I found you drinking coffee and reading Perry Jackson without a care in the world, I knew I'd end up loving you."