Avengers, Loki & Bucky Imagines and Preferences

Natasha - Mission

A/N- I wasn't sure if you guys wanted this to be a friendship or romance thing...
So I'm going to keep it short for now and you guys can tell me what you want and I'll continue it.
I could always do both.

You zipped up your suit, pulling the tight sleeves down, so they enclosed the bottom of your hands. Next was the gloves, they were leather, black and fingerless; contrasting well with your navy suit.

When you glanced in the mirror on the wall, you couldn't help thinking you looked hot, your hair perfectly in a messy bun, the body you worked so hard for fitting nicely in your training suit.

"Ready?" Natasha asked from behind you, in her own black suit.

"I should be." You replied, smiling at her in the mirror. You saw her nod and open the sliding door.

You followed her out, wondering what she thought of you. She didn't seem to hate you. Or like you. Or dislike you.
Perhaps you'd never know.

Natasha walked up the ramp of the quinjet and you went after her, feeling the excitement building up inside you. This was a mission, with Agent Natasha Romanoff. An Avenger. A bloody Avenger.

She went to talk to the pilot, while you stood in the cabin, looking around.
There were no other agents, just you, Natasha and the pilot.

Natasha came back, and the cargo door folded up, trapping you in the metal contraption.

You sat down in a seat, buckling yourself in.
Natasha sat opposite you, her eyes never leaving you.
It made you feel uncomfortable but her gaze wasn't unpleasant.

"Tell me about yourself." She said suddenly.

"I'm sure you've read my file." You replied, shrugging.

"Tell me something the file doesn't know."