Anastasia Romanoff always looked up to her older sister, Natasha. Ever since they had left the Red Room and joined S.H.I.E.L.D. with the help of their good friend and partner, Clint Barton. Though, the two troubled young women never expected to join...
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"I wanna dance with somebody," I sing softly as I begin to make myself a gin Aperol Spritz. "I wanna feel the heat with somebody. Yeah, I wanna-" My little singing session is interrupted by my phone ringing. "Hello?"
"Hey, sis," I hear my sister, Natasha Romanoff's voice on the other end.
"What's up?"
"They need us to come in," She informs me.
"Seriously?" I groan, balancing the phone between my ear and shoulder as I continue to make my drink. "I'm in the process of doing my routine."
"Routine?"
"Yeah, you know?" I shrug. "Kickass, drink, sing and dance a little."
"It's serious and they need us."
"Aw, that's sweet," I say in a fake polite voice. "Busy."
"Clint has been compromised," She says and I immediately become serious.
"Fine," I turn around, holding the phone to my ear and my glass in the other. "I'll be there."
"Where are you anyway?" She asks, hearing the trains on my end.
"Florence," I answer as I step over the unconscious body in the apartment. "Drug dealer. Didn't even put up a fight."
"How boring," She chuckles. "Meet me at the base."
"Got it," I hang up.
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Before we get started, there are a few things you probably should know. My name is Anastasia Romanoff, the younger sister of one of the world's most talented spies and former assassins. That's the problem, right? Even when we were both trained in the Red Room before being recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D. with the help of our close friend and partner, Clint Barton. I had to become used to being second best. She was remarkable at her job and I was a speck behind. At least, in everyone else's eyes.
Though, I've never really minded. I still was an excellent agent and no matter the very few days I was envious of my sister, I loved her too much to complain. I think part of the reason that held me back from being the best at what we did and currently does is the fact that I overthink and question everything. It's what has gotten me in trouble over the twenty-four years of my life.
"You know the strawberry-blonde color isn't that different from red," I turn around on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s aircraft to see Natasha walking up toward me. She stops and stares at my hair. "Not a good disguise."
"Shut up," I roll my eyes but have a very small smile. "I like the new haircut," I compliment her as we begin walking toward the now-landed aircraft.
"It's weird," She says after we stop walking. "I never thought we'd one day have a normal conversation about our hair."
"I never thought we'd be having a normal conversation," I smile softly.
Sometimes, I wonder "what if?" What if we weren't chosen to become Russian spies. What if we weren't trained to assassinate people seen as a threat to our home country? What if we got to grow up together like normal sisters? But it is what it is. We're just lucky we got out of the Red Room when we had the chance. The nightmares of that place still haunt me.
I look up when a see Agent Coulson exiting the jet with a handsome, tall man that I recognize as none other than Captain America himself behind the agent. He's even hotter in person, I think to myself.
"Agent Romanoff and Agent..." Coulson looks between Nat and me. "Romanoff, Captain Rogers."
"Ma'am," I almost laugh at his formality. He really is from the 40s.
"Hi," I nod, trying to keep a straight face.
"They need you on the bridge," Nat tells Coulson. "They're starting the face trace." Coulson immediately sprints off as Nat, Steve, and I start walking. "It was quite the buzz around here, finding you in the ice."
"Looks like Coulson is already swooning," I chuckle. "Did he ask you to sign his Captain America trading cards yet?"
"Trading cards?" He looks at me.
"They're vintage," Nat says.
"He's very proud," I mock before spotting Bruce Banner in the distance looking out of place.
"Doctor Banner," Steve calls out, grabbing the other man's attention.
"Yeah, hi," Bruce shakes his hand. "They told me you would be coming."
"Word, is, you can find the Cube," Steve says.
"Do all men talk like this? I whisper to my sister as we stand a few feet away from them.
"Not all," She assures me. "Gentlemen," She grabs their attention after a couple more minutes. "You might want to step inside in a minute."
"It's gonna get a little hard to breathe," I add right when the turbines begin to power up.
"Is this a submarine?" Steve asks us.
"Not exactly," I smirk. "Follow us."
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I help flew the jet to Germany with my sister to find Loki, the demigod who compromised Clint and Doctor Selvig. Steve is currently down on the ground facing the man as we hover over them.
"Loki, drop the weapon and stand down," Nat says over the PA.
"Ugh!" I grunt as we abruptly turn the jet when he attempts to blast us with his scepter. "Asshole."
"The guy's all over the place," Nat mumbles as we continue to observe and ready to fire when need to.
"Agent Romanoffs," We hear a familiar male voice through our earpieces. "You two miss me?" Tony Stark asks us before he uses his equipment to play rock music through the PA, making me smirk to myself.
It doesn't take long after that for Steve and Tony to apprehend Loki. Though, I found it weird when he just surrendered. I have a bad feeling about that.
"I don't like it," Steve whispers to Tony as my sister and I continue to fly the jet.
"What, Rock of Ages giving up so easily?" Tony teases.
"I don't remember it being that easy," Steve says. "This guy packs a wallop."
"Still, you are pretty spry for an older fellow. What's your thing, Pilates?"
"Give him a break, Stark," I look back at the two but rest my eyes on Steve's blue ones. "He doesn't know what Pilates is," Steve looks annoyed, making me smirk. "Don't worry, Capsicle. You're not missing anything when it comes to Pilates. Though, you've missed some incredible films."
"I'll put it on my list," He says sternly. I keep my green eyes on him, noticing the hint of a smile behind that fine line. It makes me that much more interested in this beautiful man.
That's when my relationship with Steve Rogers began to blossom. Well, sort of. There was just a whole lot of sexual tension between us after we won the battle against Loki in New York City. Neither of us really acted on it on the missions we went on and for the fact, I was pretty sure he wasn't over his 40s love. Though, how are we supposed to know what the future holds for us? Could be something bad. Or someone.
