Nova Black is a 20 year old that was infected with a parasite. Nick Fury found out about her and called her in for the Avengers.
What happens when she meets Natasha Romanoff?
Will her past catch up with her?
Avengers: Assemble - ✅
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- "I got a fiancé that like fish eggs." -
Natasha placed some shopping in the back of the car, happy she'd finally gotten the right caviar. She got into the front and drove back, towards the trailer.
"After the Sokovia Accords, the hunt is on for the remaining Avengers." The man on the radio started. "Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff and Nova Black are currently on the run."
Natasha sipped her coffee as she looked over at the trailer. Grabbing her gun, she got out and made her way towards it. She opened the door and walked inside towards the bedroom. She smiled slightly, seeing Rick asleep on their bed, snoring.
Leaning over, she kicked his leg and he jolted up, now awake.
"You're in our bed." Natasha stated.
"I'm... I'm not even under the covers." Rick replied.
"Did you get everything on our list?" Natasha questioned as the two left the bedroom, Nova coming back inside, previously having a cigarette.
"Got passports, entry visas, a couple of local driver's licenses." Rick answered, handing the two some files. "Mix and match, you should be able to stretch it to 20 or so identities each."
"Fanny Longbottom?" Natasha asked, reading off a name and Nova smiled in amusement as she read one of hers. "What are you 12?"
"Dixie Normous? C'mon, that's lazy. You just copied that from Austin Powers: Goldmember." Nova smiled.
"They are legitimate names." Rick chuckled. "We've got a generator outside. It's petrol-powered. And the septic tank will need a flush in a couple of weeks, but, you know, I've got a guy coming for that. You have to haul your rubbish into town. It's just a 20-minute drive. I've got your basic hardware kit stashed under the stairs."
"Nice." Natasha nodded.
"Why didn't you explain this a week ago when we came here?" Nova asked.
"Dunno." Rick shrugged. "Are you two okay?"
"Why wouldn't we be?" Natasha questioned.
"I hear things. You know something about the Avengers getting divorced." Rick said.
"Ugh. It's fine." Natasha stated.
"Just working out who gets the kids." Nova joked.
"We're actually better on our own." Natasha smiled sadly.
"Are you sure?" Rick quizzed.
"Yeah." Natasha agreed.
"Because you can tell me, you know." Rick smiled. "That's the way the whole friends thing works."
"I know. We have friends." Natasha shot back.
"I've made great friend with that tree outside. His name's Derik and he has a branch shaped like a cock and balls." Nova said, reaching into a cupboard to get herself a drink.
"People who have friends don't call me." Rick argued.
"And we don't pay you to worry." Natasha sighed, crossing her arms.
Rick smiled and went to the door, leaving as Natasha and Nova went after him to see him goodbye. Nova stood behind Natasha, wrapping her arms around the red head and placing her head on hers. Natasha kicked a box that Rick had placed by the door.
"What's all this junk?" Natasha questioned.
"Is there any chocolate?" Venom asked, stretching from Nova's shoulder.
"Just some mail and personal from Budapest safe house. And no, there's no chocolate." Rick answered.
"Budapesht?" Natasha asked and Nova glanced down at her confused at the pronunciation.
"Yeah, Budapest." Rick nodded.
"No, it's 'Budapesht'." Natasha stated.
"Budapest." Both Nova and Rick stated.
"It's 'Budapesht'." Natasha argued.
"Whatever." Rick started. "I knew you weren't going back so I've got someone else in the flat now."
"Sorry you went through the trouble. I wouldn't told you to chuck it." Natasha said.
"Well, if you don't want it, throw it in the rubbish." Rick shrugged and walked away.
"It's still Budapest." Nova whispered teasingly. "Argue with a wall." She smirked before walking into the kitchen.
Natasha scoffed with a smile and went to put a hoodie on. After doing so, the red head took the box from Budapest and put it in the boot of the car, not noticing the new black box stuffed in the mix of files. She chucked her boots and bag into the car before getting the shopping and went back inside the trailer.
Later that night, Nova was setting up the laptop to put in one of Natasha's DVD's. Natasha was in the kitchen, getting her caviar and a beer. On the counter was a box of blonde hair dye as well as some red. Nova squinted at the boxes.
"If you wanna go blonde blonde, you ain't gettin' no where with store bought dye. Gotta get bleach on red hair like yours." Nova spoke up.
"Didn't know you knew so much about hair." Natasha hummed with a smile, opening her beer.
"I went through some styles." Nova mused. "And it looks like I'll be going through them again with that red dye you got me. We are definitely gonna need some bleach if I'm doing part of mine red."
"I see your point." Natasha smiled. "Beer?"
"Obviously." Nova stated and Natasha handed her one after opening it. "Cheers, doll face."
Natasha sat down next to Nova with her caviar and placed her beer on the table next to the computer. Nova sipped at hers, throwing an arm over Natasha's shoulder and leaning close together.
"You're not a sportsman, Mr. Bond." The man in the film, Hugo Drax, said.
"Why did you break up the encounter with my pet python?" Natasha imitated the film, eating some more caviar. "Because I discovered he had a crush on me."
"You really know this word for word, huh?" Nova chuckled.
"As if you don't know American Psycho word for word." Natasha scoffed.
"It's a solid film, that." Nova smiled, kissing her forehead.
A low tumbling sounded and the lights turned off in the trailer making the two sit up. Natasha finished off her spoonful of caviar and Nova was tugging on her shoes.
"Oh, great." Natasha mumbled, getting up as well.
The two went outside to check the power and found it broken. Swearing under her breath, Nova grabbed the petrol tub that was now empty and chucked in the back of the car. The couple got their jackets on and Nova started to drive, Natasha turning on the radio. The tattooed woman scoffed, hearing Cheap Thrills playing.
"No one has taste anymore, fuckin' hell." Nova mumbled, turning out of the field as Natasha looked at her amused.
"And because of that comment." Natasha smirked, turning up the radio and Nova rolled her eyes jokingly.
"You're lucky you're our fiancé." Nova muttered with an exaggerated sigh.
"Sound posh now." Natasha smiled. "I'm not your girlfriend, I'm your fiancé."
"'S posh, alrigh'. I got a fiancé that like fish eggs." Nova smirked.
