Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Natasha Romanoff: Adapt

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You never wanted to be an Avenger, but you didn't have a better option. It was either, save the world or get locked away and never see it again.

The funny thing is that you can't even remember what you did to be presented with that ultimatum. You knew you weren't the good guy by the way everyone looked at you, but you can't recall what made you so bad.

It was as if your mind locked those memories away. Every time you tried to recall the information, it came up blank. It used to drive you crazy, but the solution you came up with worked well.

You just didn't think about your past.

Instead, you focused on your future. The future that would make up for whatever it was you had done before.

You had the power of adaptability. It sounded strange on paper, but it worked wonders in practice. You could adapt to fit the need of any situation. If you needed to be in a burning building, you'd become fireproof. If you needed to be underwater, you wouldn't need to breathe. If it was too dark outside, you would have night vision.

You're a perfect fit for the team in that sense. What you didn't have was the sense of family that they had. They considered one another family. It's not that you didn't want that connection with them, you just didn't know how to go about it.

They weren't trying to purposefully exclude you or anything. You just didn't know how to be comfortable around them. You were hardly comfortable around yourself. Your attempts usually ended in you being quiet the entire time.

Luckily for you, you were so good at combat to make up for your lack of communication skills.

" Y/n, suit up. There's an emergency," Cap knocked on your door, and you sprang into action.

When you were ready, you found the team waiting in a quinjet. You took a seat next to Natasha, who sent a small smile your way.

You sent her an awkward one back before cursing yourself in your head. Something about the Russian woman made you lose the slight bit of composure you had.

" We've got aliens in the city. Obviously, we need to get them out. We don't know much about them or how they even got here in the first place. So I need everyone to be careful," Steve gave his version of a pep talk, and you steeled yourself for the fight.

When you all got to the city, no one wasted any time jumping into action. There were definitely more than just a few aliens in the city. There were hundreds of them.

This is where you felt the most in your element. You were quite literally unstoppable when it came to situations like these.

You fought your way through hordes and hordes of aliens, moving at a destructive pace. Sometimes it was a punch, sometimes it was laser eyes, other times it was sand traps, but you were definitely cutting through the alien troops.

You were doing great, but you couldn't say the same for all of your teammates. Clint was shooting as fast as he could, but it wasn't leveling out, Steve was getting swarmed, and you didn't have any eyes on Natasha. Thor and Tony were in the sky trying to stop the emerging aliens from making it on to Earth. Wanda was holding her own and Hulk was... well, Hulk was smashing.

You had to do something to help. Your body tingled and suddenly there were 3 more of you.

You directed the (what you assumed were) clones to go help the struggling Avengers. While they were handling that, you started looking for Natasha.