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?
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- "Cheer up, Buttercup." -
Natasha, Nova and Yelena walked out of a forest towards Rick who was standing next to an old looking helicopter. Nova looked at Natasha, raising a slitted eyebrow as if to say, 'is that it?'
"I said we needed a jet." Natasha stated.
"Yeah, you know what you didn't give me? Time." Rick responded. "Or money. I'm not made of jets."
"I thought you were supposed to be the best. Like a real pro." Yelena spoke up.
"Oh, I beg your pardon, tsarina. Was the free flat and lifetime supply of Kissel not to your liking?" Rick questioned.
"Ha!" Yelena replied dryly.
"Don't let her wind you up." Natasha mumbled, inspecting the helicopter.
"No, I take exception to impinging my professionalism." Rick denied.
"Well, you did set us up with a generator that crapped out after six hours." Natasha agreed.
"Fucking useless." Nova joked with a smirk and Rick scoffed at the couple.
"You two, too, huh? Tag team." Rick pointed between them all.
"Too-too." Nova snorted.
"Aw, he's sensitive. See why you keep him around." Yelena said, going towards the front window of the helicopter and breathing on it, fogging it up.
"Where's the rest?" Natasha quizzed.
Rick pulled out a small bag from the jet and everyone looked in it before Natasha walked away. Yelena hummed, picking out a cereal bar.
"Oh, I stashed that like five years ago." Natasha spoke up, gesturing to the bar but Yelena still hit into it. "How is it?"
"It's dry. It's really dry." Yelena replied, reluctantly chewing on the food.
"Like a nuns fanny." Nova muttered, sifting through her pockets.
Yelena climbed into the helicopter as Rick stared at Natasha in slight confusion after the small amount he'd just witnessed. Natasha checked over the white suit in the bag before shoving it back in.
"You know, you're getting dangerously close to running out your tab." Rick said and Natasha smiled at him. "Supplies I can tally, but you bring me attention from the authorities, all my prices go up."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Natasha demanded, standing up as Nova looked towards him, eyebrows furrowed.
"Your mate, Secretary Ross, has been snuggling around my affairs to the point at which I've got contacts declining my calls. I'm a private contractor." Rick explained and Natasha nodded.
"You are sensitive." Natasha smirked.
"Cheer up, Buttercup." Nova cooed, slapping his cheek lightly.
"You're a very annoying couple." Rick stated.
"Well don't fuckin' cry about it. Jesus." Nova muttered, getting into the jet.
"I'll make it up to you." Natasha smiled.
"Mhm." Rick hummed as the red head handed Nova the bag and the ebony haired woman placed it down on the floor. "That's what you say every time."
Natasha smiled at him again and he closed the door behind her. Nova looked through he duffel bag again and pulled out the only black suit that was in there. Nova had stated she wouldn't wear a white one, apparently it washed her out. She got called a fashionista by Natasha for a week because of it.
"Here you go." Natasha muttered, handing Nova some headphones.
"Oh, you're a bloody angel." Nova mumbled, kissing Natasha's cheek quickly as she plugged them into her phone.
"I know." Natasha grinned, walking away to the pilots seat next to Yelena.
"Why do you need headphones? This is serious." Yelena spoke up.
"Exactly why I need them." Nova replied, looking through her playlists and deciding on one called Scoopity Poop.
