Avengers, Loki & Bucky Imagines and Preferences

Natasha- Mission Part 2

A/N- Just a warning, this will probably be quite long because I don't want to do a part 3 of this storyline.

"Tell me something the file doesn't know." Natasha said, her hands on her lap.

You blinked at her, surprised. Was she... interested in you?

"Well, I haven't actually read my file so I don't know what's in it." You said, shrugging.

A slow smile crept across the agents lips.
"It's quite sweet really. You should read it sometime."

"My file is sweet?" You asked raising an eyebrow.

She chuckled, breaking her gaze to look down at her hands.

You felt the rumbling as the jet took you off and you felt your heartrate quicken.

"You'll be fine, agent (y/l/n)." Natasha said, raising an eyebrow as she saw your grip tighen on your harness.

You nodded, trying to assure yourself.
Natasha rested her head back against the seat, looking across at you.

"We go in, flirt with a few thirsty men, catch the targets eye, get in, neutralise the target, get out. It'll be fun." She said, only a hint of a smile.

"Oh yes, I love being touched all over by strangers." You muttered sarcastically, causing the corner of Natasha's lips to twitch in a smirk.

The rest of the journey took place mostly in silence, aside from the occaisonal remark from you, Natasha or the pilot.

"We need to change if we're meant to blend in at a cocktail party." You said, looking around the cabin.

"Yeah, we just have to do something first." Natasha answered vaguely.

The plane landed beside a Warehouse, cloaking enabled. You wondered why you had been kept in the dark about this.

Natasha unfastened her belt, standing up and exiting the plane.

"Coming?" She asked, flicking her wrist in a gesture for you to follow. You quickly got up, walking briskly to catch up to her.

"What are we-"

"It's drop-off." Natasha cut you off, "We're just picking up some items."

"Oh, so why is it-"

Suddenly a hand was clamped over your lips and you were pulled behind a pick up truck and pushed into a crouch.

You looked at Natasha questionally and she removed her hand from your mouth.

She poked her head up to look over the truck while you crouched behind a wheel.

A series of loud bangs caused you to flinch as Natasha leaped to hide behind the other wheel.

You saw her lips move in a curse as the shooting carried on.

You looked up into the side mirror, seeing a slight view of around 4 men, wearing casual black clothes. You noticed that each of them had a black bandana across their lower faces.

They were closing in, their stances prepared and ready. Natasha readied herself, preparing to carry out some plan she no doubt had formed.

But you had your own plan. A stack of steel crates off to the side were your target. You just hoped they weren't explosives as you tucked and rolled behind them.

Natasha glanced at you, her eyes widening. She gestured for you to open a crate, so you did.
A couple of the crates weren't protecting you from the bullets so you opened them with the help of your laser tool.