Wrong number Y/ n x avengers
Apparently people change phone numbers without telling anyone first?
General trigger warnings: Eating disorder, mental health struggles, abuse/ mistreatment
TW: talks of death, drugs, vapes, self degrading thoughts, I think that's it? ------------------------------------------- Y/N POV:
"There's no way I'm getting on that" I widened my eyes when I saw her bike and two helmets on it out the front of the shop. "Would you rather walk?" she raised her eyebrows amusedly at me and I huffed. "Please drive slow" I released a tense breath when she guided me to sit on the back. "Hold onto me, if I can get Wanda on this I can get anyone" she sat on the bike and kicked the leg of the bike up. Oh fuck here we go. I let out a small yelp when the sound of the bike reacher my ears and she slowly took off.
I'm almost certain she now has two hand shaped bruises on her stomach from me holding on so tightly. She was a smooth rider but I've never ridden backpack on a bike before, hell I've never even ridden a normal pedal bike before so this was definitely something. "Open your eyes, the view is absolutely beautiful here, Wanda and I always drive extra slow for it" Nat tapped my arms and so I listened. She was right, it was stunning, you definitely don't see this in the city. My hands subconsciously loosened from her waist as I took in the view. I felt her body chuckle slightly and I just rolled my eyes. Show off. "I can stop if you want, Wanda always takes photos of the view" she slowed the bike down and I nodded as if she could see me "Please" I agreed to her offer and pulled out my disposable camera, yes I take photos on disposables so what.
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It was breathtaking. "Do you and Wanda ride a lot?" I asked her softly while pulling off the helmet. "We never used to but she realised that there's so much more opportunities and secret trail rides to find with the bike" she sighed in content and took a photo herself, typing something out and I'm assuming she was texting Wanda. "The big bad Black Widow has gone al soft for her girlfriend how cute" I giggled at my own joke but quickly pulled myself together when she gave me a deadly stare. Oh shit. "Tell anyone and you're toast" her face broke out into a smile and I released a very tense breath.
"Jesus woman, control your death stare" I held a hand over my chest trying to regain a normal breathing pattern. "You should have seen your face" she smirked and threw her helmet on again, starting up the bike and helping me on again. "Yeah well, you're fucking scary when you want to be" I nervously chuckled as she got on the bike and we rode off again. Ten more minutes later and we finally arrived at what I think is the Compound. It's big, like really big what the hell.
"Uhm who's there currently, do they know I'm coming? Am I even allowed to be here oh my god you're gonna probably scold me and lock me up for using your software" I rambled and breathed heavily against her back, not noticing the slow turn around she did with the bike. "Hey you're fine, there's me, Tony, Wanda and my sister, everyone else is on stakeout" she offered a sweet smile at my nervousness and she helped me off the bike once we were at the back garage. "Oh god not your sister" I almost wanted to whine but I just grumbled instead. "What's so bad about her" she humoured the subject and I glared at her. "She's you but scarier, not fun for anxiety" I sighed and kicked my shoes on the gravel driveway.
