Black widow x f reader

Felonies and fugitives

"Y/N?" You hear from outside the door.
"Coming," you mumble shuffling to the door.
"Stark wants us down in the lounge, you're not gonna like it." She says seriously.
"Why what's going on?" You ask but she just presses her lips into a thin line.

You appear in the lounge five minutes later after getting yourself dressed, nerves wracking your body for the news you're about to hear.
"Now, I have a dangerous mission for you all." Tony says.
You look around the room baffled when you find that not all of you were there as Tony says, only Natasha, Steve and you.
"All?" You question.
"Yes Y/N, this is a very specific, skilled mission." "Actually only you and Natasha will be conducting the mission, me and Steve are just here in case things go wrong."
"Your mission is to take down Dreykov, he captures innocent girls and as he likes to say 'gives them a second chance' when in reality-"
"He corrupts them and turns them into ruthless killing machines." You finish for him your breath hitching in the back of your throat at the sound of his name.
"What's the plan?" You asked determined glancing over to Nat who's eyes have clouded and removed herself from the room.

"You will be undercover, this is why you are the only ones who can enter the red room, you're female." He states the obvious.
"How do you know where the red room is? It's impossible to find."
"Not impossible!" Tony exclaims pressing a button which pops up the live location of the red room.
"I must say, I'm impressed."
"Thank you Y/N. You'll break in and disguise yourself as a widow, Natasha will then break into Dreykov's office and deal with him. Y/N, you will wait outside and make sure nobody enters or exits that room anyone who gets suspicious you immediately dispose of."
You nod blankly knowing this entails the possibility of killing innocent girls just like you were.
"You're mission is simple, go in kill Dreykov, land the jet/ship/floating building, whatever you want to call it and get out asap. I have a plan of the red room so you can learn your way around before your mission." He says handing you a rolled up print.
"Thank you Stark but that won't be necessary," You tell him smiling softly at his confused look. You walk over to Natasha and pull her out of her teary daze, "Hey, Natasha. Look at me, we're gonna be okay. We're the avengers," you assure smirking proudly but she stands up and walks out.
"What's going on?" Tony asks but you put your hand up to stop him and leave the room behind her.

"Natasha," you call up the stairs after her, a change from the elevator. You follow her up to her room 5 steps behind her, she gets in before you and swiftly shuts the door.
"Tasha?" You call softly from the other side.
"Please Y/N-" She doesn't finish her sentence.
You walk away and unnecessarily refresh your memory of the red room, laying the print across your bed.

"When do we leave?" You ask storming into Tony's lab.
"Tomorrow, first thing."
"Rather short notice isn't it?" You question.
"Sorry about that Y/N but I don't exactly factor in what the most inconvenient time would be for you to save a bunch of children."
"You have no idea do you?"
"About what?" He says confirming your suspicions.
"Hah, how the hell do you think me and Natasha got this good?" You're arrogance showing.
"I don't know?"
"The red room." You snort you're attention quickly diverting to the television on in the background, your face dropping.
"Shit." You say and Tony turns around.
"Shit."

Two American 'superheroes' are wanted for multiple felonies. Steve Rogers and Clint Barton otherwise known as Captain America and Hawkeye, their location is currently being discovered and police are on their way.
Their pictures flash up on screen.

You and Tony forget your conversation and hurry downstairs checking both their rooms and the lounge.
"Clint, hurry. They're after you, you and Steve, they're gonna lock you up." You pant after running up and down multiple flights of stairs.
"What? Y/N. Slow down."
"You we're on the news, they have police locating you they're going to convict you of felonies." You repeat calmer watching Clint's eyes widen.
"Does Cap know?"
"Tony's telling him now."
"Y/N, we'll be okay." He places his hand on your shoulder.
"I know." You assure him.
"I might be gone a while." He tells you staring into your eyes.
"I know."
"Try not to miss me too much Y/N," he winks at you putting his hand on your cheek pulling you in.
"Clint." You warn.
"I'll be fine." He responds mumbling across your lips, pressing his lips closer kissing you.
You push on his chest and he backs off, hurt in his eyes.
"Y/N? I thought." "I- I'm sorry." He mutters.
"Don't worry Clint, but you need to get out fast." You tell him pulling him along the corridor.
"Wait." "Natasha." He says, you nod gently knowing how much she means to him.
He follows you up to her room and you knock gently against her door.
"Nat, I really need to talk to you."
"Go away," she sniffles softly.
"Romanoff, open the door." You order and you hear her unlocking it.
"Oh." "Clint?" She says wiping her tears and standing straighter.
"Were you crying?" He asks annoyingly.
"Uhhh- no, what's up?" She says dismissing the point.
"I need to go." He says.
"Where? Why?"
He explains the situation and after a few hugs he makes his escape.

You bump into Tony walking down the stairs and give him a questioning look.
"Yep." He answers knowing your question informing you that both avengers are now on their way to Asgard with Thor.
"And then there were four." You sigh.
"What's gonna happen now? With the red room. Who's gonna be our backup?"
"I think your perfectly capable on your own to be honest I think maybe having a supersoldier on their radar would probably just draw more attention. You nod in agreement.

Later that evening you sit with only two out of the three avengers left and eat the leftovers of a bolognaise. Nat walks in about 15 minutes later and serves herself sitting down next to you without a word.
"We leave tomorrow morning." You let her know but only get a subtle nod in return.
After dinner you just sit and chill out in the lounge, making no futile attempt to console or assure Natasha.

At 10 you head off to bed for an early night to be ready for your big show tomorrow setting your alarm for 6.