Toxic - A Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader Story

Chapter 5

Y/N's POV:

It's been a few days since I was made aware of the fact that the Avengers know about our little 'investigation' that we have going on. The weird thing is nothing has happened, everything is still normal so they're obviously not that great, as much as everyone thinks they are.

I've made sure to keep up with my daily routine of the coffee shop and then my morning walk to ensure at least a bit of normality and control. The serum we have been working on is definitely getting better and better, we've had some 'minor' incidents with trialists where I've had to put them down but it's definitely nothing I can't handle.

I gently rub my arm where I have had nothing but injections and needles to get samples of my own blood to ensure that we can actually develop the serum. I'm sure that there's starting to be some scarring on my arm, there is definitely a lot of bruising at least.

I keep making my way to the coffee shop but a blacked-out car catches my eyes. Hm, that car has been here every single morning for the past few days, weird. I glance at it but then continue walking eventually arriving at the coffee shop.

"Adrianna, sweetheart, can I get a drink over here?"

I sit down without even giving her time to give me an answer and open my laptop to check the latest details of our new trialists and I rub my temples. Weak, all of them. Not a single one of them can hack the serum? Jesus. This needs to get sorted now, absolutely embarrassing behaviour.

I'm stolen from my thoughts when a plate is placed down roughly in front of me, the food on it spilling and I look up to see Adrianna and I send her slight daggers.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

She glares back and speaks to me in a sharp but hushed tone.

"You haven't been answering any of my calls. I was literally at yours the other evening and you kicked me out in the morning for work. I get that, work is important, but I am not some toy you can just fuck around with."

"Have you finished with your attitude? I can't be bothered with you when you're like thi-"

She cuts me off sharply.

"Are you actually serious right now Sarah? I can't believe you! Do I not mean anything to you? Am I nothing more than a mess around to you?"

I tense my jaw knowing she's really beginning to test my patience and I am just not in the mood for it.

"Adrianna, when have I EVER said that you were anything more? I've never once said to you I want us to be together. I said I wasn't looking for a relationship so why the hell would I change for some random waitress?"

"Wow, you're such a dick. I can't believe you, Sarah!"

I'm sure I rolled my eyes that hard that I could see the back of my skull. The next thing I know my stomach and chest feel like they're on fire and I groan out in pain. This bitch has literally just thrown boiling hot coffee on me? I can see the immediate regret and fear in her eyes but I can't control myself and the next thing I know, I've thrown her into the wall.

I need to get out of here. I can feel everyone's eyes burning into me especially because it was the wall across the shop, they surely know that no 'normal' person can do that, especially if they realise my hands didn't actually make contact. So I take off running with no sign of stopping.

"Oh shit!"

I stop when I nearly run straight into a black car and I kick the hood of it breaking the ornament and shout at the blacked-out windows.

"Watch where you're going, asshole!"

I watch as the car door opens and I tense my body ready to stand my ground and I have to blink a couple of times to make sure I'm not hallucinating.

Red hair? Black Suit? Those piercing green eyes? It can't be. She's a myth, a story, a legend. Natasha Romanoff, the notorious Black Widow, in the flesh, and she does NOT look happy to see me.

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Natasha's POV:

5 Days. 5 fucking days I've been doing recon on her. The beautiful brunette that caught my eyes, only days ago. Everything she does is so precise, such a routine. Maybe she was ex-military? It would explain her behaviour a bit more, it's like clockwork. The same thing every single day, until I lose her every so often, it's weird. It's always the same time too, there is definitely something going on and I hate how she is able to just blend in, she's definitely skilled.

I sigh leaning further back in the seat of my car, I honestly can't be bothered with doing the same thing every damn day but I have to. I have to follow the plan and do what is asked of me or it could fuck everything up. I'm stolen from my own thoughts from the ringing of my phone and I answer after seeing it's Steve.

"Hey Steve, any good news for me?"

I hear a small chuckle down the phone.

"Bored, Romanoff?"

"You know me too well Rogers, I've done the same thing every day. She runs like clockwork, never changing her routine, it's...weird. The weirdest thing is that I lose her at the same place, the same time, each day. She literally just disappears!"

"I know you're getting impatient, I understand, but you need to stick it. We've got a little bit of information from her from some heavily encrypted and deleted files. She's ex-military but knowing you, you've already guessed that?"

"Of course I have Steve, I'm not an amateur, but carry on."

"Well, we found out some things about her. Her name is Y/N. She lost her parents in a freak accident with a factory when she was young and was then moved from foster home to foster home. She was a troublesome kid. She didn't have any friends, got expelled from school and then joined the military straight after. It appears she was dishonourably discharged after assaulting another officer and then the trail goes cold, disappears."

I chew my lip listening, I think this girl is going to be a problem for us all.

"I really don't know how to not lose her Steve, it's at the same point each time."

"Well today is your lucky day Romanoff, we're gonna ask you to keep a closer eye on her, maybe even on foot, follow in the car. Just make sure today we don't lose her because I have a feeling if we lose her today that is it, she's gone."

I nod to myself agreeing on the phone with Steve my eyes fixated on the café, everything seemed fine, seemed normal. I watch the waitress who I see the woman with every morning talking to her, sometimes they seem a bit too close, it's a strange relationship they have. I look at them more intently zoning out of my conversation with Steve and the next thing I see is her go flying across the café.

"Steve, there's something happening. I've got to go."

I hang up abruptly and quickly start the car when I see her sprinting down the street and my first instinct is to go after her, I'm sure she'll run the same route she walks so maybe I can cut her off.

Taking no recollection of my surroundings I drive the route that I have now memorised ridiculously well. The turns I make are sharp and sudden and at the last second, I find myself slamming my breaks on just before I hit her. I watch as she kicks the hood of my car and I hear her scream at me.

"Watch where you're going asshole!"

I tense my jaw, I've got her this time. I swiftly open my car door and get out and stare her down. That's right you little shit, I've got you now.

You're not getting away this time.