Try-hard (Kate Bishop x reader)

Natasha?

 Two chapters within a day? 😱 I got put on crutches a few days ago so I currently don't have much to do, I'm already drafting out the next chapter now :). The reason being it wouldn't fit into this chapter and I didn't have much else to add to this one, so apologies for it being on the shorter side-enjoy :)

Kate and I had fallen asleep on my bed around 5. Clint must've gotten home sometime after because Kate got up, leaving me alone around 7. I was wide awake now. I looked over at the clock, it was 7:30, and I could hear muffled talking from the kitchen. Probably subjected around why Clint was late coming home.  

Opening my bedroom door, I took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen. Clint and Kate's conversation hit pause as soon as I walked in. 

"(Y/N), good morning," Clint took a sip of whatever was in his cup. 

"Mhm," I greeted back, pretending to be just waking up from the night before. I opened the fridge, not acknowledging Kate, that was what he wanted after all.

"Clint... don't you have something to say to (Y/N)?" Kate sounded like a mom, trying to get her two kids to make up after a silly fight. Clint let out a loud sigh behind me, and I closed the fridge, grinning then turning around to face him.

"(Y/N)... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have reacted like that. This rivalry with Natasha and Yelena is my fault," He set his cup down, eyes darting everywhere, trying not to make contact with mine. I just stared back at him, my mouth slightly open.

"...Natasha?" I glanced at Kate, whose face shared the same confused look as mine.

"Yes? The redhead, you know, my ex-best friend," he laughed a little, picking his cup back up so he had something to do with his hands.

"Do you mean Natalia, Clint?" Kate took the words out of my mouth.

"No? Her name's Natasha, is it not?" he laughed at us like we were idiots now. Kate and I exchanged concerned looks, having a full conversation with our eyes. "Are you two having a combined stroke? What's wrong?" 

"Nothing," I finally spit out for both of us. "Just, thought her name was Natalia," I shrugged my shoulders. Staying silent, I turned back to the fridge, grabbing a water bottle out of it and going back to my room. 

I closed my door, locking it behind me. Quickly, I walked over to my phone, clicking on Nat's contact. I held the phone to my ear, listening to it ring and pacing back and forth. I heard the other end crackle a bit as she picked up, greeting me in that same raspy voice.

"Hey, stranger," 

"Nat, what's your real name?"

"I'm sorry?" she sounded disappointed, like she expected me to be calling for a different reason.

"What's your real name? I was just talking to Clint and he said your name is Natasha, nothing else," I sounded like I was certain, but I definitely wasn't.

"Full name?" 

"If you'll permit it," I smile a little. Even in serious situations, Nat always managed to make me smile a little. Or maybe it was just the ability to make myself smile.

"Natalia Alianovna Romanova. Want it in Russian too?" I could hear her smile from the other end of the phone. 

"Considering I can't say the first one, let's hear it," I laughed, taking a deep breath as if I was preparing for something amazing.

"Наталия Альяновна Романова,"

"Holy shit," was all I could get out in response. I heard her laugh from the other end. "Hey, it's not my fault your name is impossible, Miss..." 

"Romanova," she interrupted.

"Yeah yeah I know, I was just... pausing for dramatic effect," I said, sounding proud of myself. 

"Mhm, sure. Anyways, Lena and I will be there tomorrow around 12, does that work?" 

"That should work, yeah. Clint leaves around 10, comes back around 5, but today he was late so who knows what time he'll actually get home,"

"Is that (Y/L/N)? Hi (Y/N)!!" I hear a muffled accent call my name from the other end, assuming it's Yelena.

"Hi, Lena" I laugh at her kid-like greeting, waiting for Nat to come back on the phone.

"See you tomorrow?" she says.

"See you tomorrow,"