Marvel and DC Imagines

Promise me (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

"I hope we meet again, Natasha." Y/N said, smiling gently as she watched Natasha on the edge of the roof.

Natasha hesitated, her movements slow as she turned around to looking into the e/c eyes she loved.

"I-I..." Natasha bit the insides of her cheek. "I have to go." Her green eyes looked down on the floor almost like she was ashamed of looking Y/N in the eye. "I have to go." She repeated, more firmly.

"I know." Y/N's smile didn't fade. "And you should."

Natasha glanced at Y/N one last time, a light blush appeared as she saw her smile genuinely for the first time. She never saw her smile genuinely before, all she saw was the coy and sly smiles that she would wear to seduce all her victims before killing them or getting what she needed.

She was a assassin in training after all. That's what she did.

Natasha didn't want to be one of them. She wanted to be the one that survived and stayed.

But she needed to leave. But if she left, she would never see her again.

"Go Natasha." She said, stepping back and turning her back to the hesitant redhead. Her smile never left her face.

Natasha took a deep breath and ran. She ran until her legs were numb. She ran away from where all the most horrible and best memories were made. Until she was sure she was far enough, she spared a last glance.

Y/N wasn't anywhere in sight. It was almost like she was never there. Almost... almost like a dream.

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The gala party or whatever it was called for rich people, was quiet. Everyone's movements were calculated to please the higher ups. Small mindless chatter and the two-faced people smiling and sneering filled the room.

Natasha sipped on her champagne glass, making sure she didn't step on her expensive black dress with a green dragon stitched on the side. Her red heels made it hard not to do that.

"Excuse me, Ma'am." The servant said, slyly.

And when Natasha looking up, he saw Clint's blue eyes winking at her.

"Would you like another glass or did you spotted another drink worth your taste?" He asked, innocently.

Did you find him or you need another minute? We need to leave soon.

Natasha smiled. "I already have a glass, but I'll finish it soon and I'll call you when I do." She said. Her eyes trailed after a man wearing a very expensive suit, laughing with a woman on his arm.

I have eyes on the target, I'll get the intel soon.

Clint followed her gaze. "Ah." He nodded.

Natasha finished the champagne and set it down on Clint's little platter before making her way across the ballroom to the target.

He was oblivious on what was about to happen. Natasha walked confidently into his circle of devoted followers and lapdogs. She could feel his eyes scan her body before she quickly began to walk away slowly, making sure she swung her hips an extra length.

"Hello, may I ask the beautiful lady for a name?" He asked, walking up to her.

Natasha smiled. "Hello, the name is Ariana."