It hasn't been long since Clint and Natasha have accepted their feelings towards each other. With just completing missions with the team and a handful of solos, things are pretty uneventful. Until a familiar figure from one of their pasts comes back...
"Mr. Barton, Stark and the others have asked that you and Ms. Romanoff come down to the living room immediately."
Jarvis' British accent broke through my mental barrier, and I opened my eyes to a face full of fiery red hair. I smirked, and gently got up not to startle her.
"Tash? Wakey wakey, the others said we have to come down, you might wanna go down to your room, before they grow suspicious." I said.
Her emerald green eyes opened, and she gently sat up, stretching,"K, meet you down there.", and she walked out.
After she left, I grabbed an Under Armor shirt, and Adidas sweats, then walked into the bathroom.
The warm water droplets flowed down my body as I thought about Tasha and I's relationship. We finally started being together after she came back from DC with Cap. There wasn't a SHIELD anymore, and we were both lost.
I had been in the shower for 5 minutes and finally hopped out and dried myself, getting dressed.
I walked through the tower's halls and to the elevator, I pressed the button to the living room floor, and got in.
"I bet you all $100 and a tech tuneup that they're sleeping together-" Tony stopped abruptly as I walked into the living room.
"You can make your bets Stark, it's not like you'll win." I shot back.
"Win what?" Natasha, asked as she walked in.
"Nothing, just Stark and his gambling," I smirked.
She grinned.
"K what did you need us down immediately for?" I questioned.
"Oh yeah of course," Tony started,"So, I was checking my email, and I came across this," he turned his laptop around to show us an unopened email file with a Russian title reading, "План B".
"I figured Nat could translate this." he said.
Her emerald green eyes flicked across the screen, getting wider and wider.
"Tash?" I questioned, being able to read her face easily.
"Why did you open this!?" She yelled towards Tony.
He raised his hands in alarm, "I..I don't know, I can't read Russian, why?"
Tasha looked back down at the laptop and clicked a few buttons, then handed it to me to read it. The text was now in English, and as I read through it, I began to realize why she was so startled:
Dear Mr. Stark, I sincerely apologize for contacting you, but you were the only person, who's email my tech operators could access. You see, you house something that was stolen from me, and I intend to take it back. Attached are a few articles and files that may give you a clue as to what I want, please view them before you continue:
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I move my mouse over the file and click on it, managing to pull up pages and pages of medical reports, mission reports, and a profile. By now the rest of the team excluding Nat, have moved behind me, reading what I have just read. I begin to peruse through all of the files until I come to the profile. I click it, and a picture of a young redheaded Russian, with emerald green eyes I recognize to easily, comes into view.
Under it, reads the name, Natalia Alianova Romanova, "Black Widow".
Steve and Tony exhale shakily, and I close the file, to continue reading the letter;
I'm sure now that you and your "avenger" friends have figured out what I want. You might want to hand it over, because I'm giving you 3 days. Don't be late.
Signed, Ivan Petrovitch I looked up at the delivery date to see that the email was sent on March 12, 2016, three days from today.
I had barely made eye contact with Natasha, when bullets began to fly through the windows, raining over us.
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AN: HEY!!!!! OKAY, IM GOING TO CLEAR THINGS UP ABOUT THE CHAPTER INCASE ANYONE IS CONFUSED.
NO, I DID NOT MAKE A MISTAKE BY MAKING IVAN SAY "IT" WHEN REFERRING TO NATASHA, I DID THAG PURPOSELY TO STRESS THE FACT THAT IVAN BELIEVES THAT NAT ISN'T A HUMAN, BUT A WEAPON.
THE PICTURE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE EMAIL IS JUST A COVER OF A RUSSIAN KGB FILE I FOUND ON GOOGLE IMAGES. (I KNOW CLASSY😂😂)
