AVENGERS: My Imaginary Friend

6. LAURA MATTHERS POV

I wake up with my alarm like I do every morning, I get myself some breakfast and visit the bathroom. Once I'm dressed there's only one thing left to do before heading to work, I head into the bathroom and put the contact over my right eye. I walk to the tower, when I get there I head to my office and grab my mug, along with a list of things I need to do today. While I make myself some coffee I put my glasses on and read the list. The elevator opens, already standing inside I see two of the Avengers, while making their profiles I learned their names are Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton. Clint smiles at me "Coming in?"

I'll just stay in when they get out upstairs to head back to my office.

I nod and step inside, he scans his thumb "Living room please." They turn to me and Natasha speaks "Do I know you? You look familiar." "Hmm..." I study her, her hair is shoulder length and ginger, when I look closer her eyes are green.

She looks like my imaginary friend, how is that possible? Well, they say everyone in your dreams are people you've seen before, even if you don't remember them, is that the same then? But I hadn't seen her before the battle of New York.

"Um... Well, you look like someone I used to know, but I don't know how that's possible." She narrows her eyes at me, but I stand tall showing her I'm not intimidated, but her giving me that look makes her remind me even more about my imaginary friend, I blurt out a question without thinking "Are you Russian?" Her eyes widen a little "Yeah, haven't been for a while, how'd you know?"

Her accent doesn't even sound Russian, but Natalia was Russian, what was her surname? Something crazy beginning with an R...

"You really remind me of someone." She scans me "Take your glasses off a sec." I do as she asks and look at her, the doors open but none of us move, she steps towards me. I look down at her, due to her being shorter than me and not only because I'm wearing heels "What are you looking for?" "Familiarities, I know your face but I can't think where from."

That's weird, we recognise each other but she looks like my imaginary friend.

I decide to speak my mind "This is going to sound crazy, absolutely mad." "I'll take it, if it gives me answers." "You look like my-" "What's going on here?" We look to see Tony looking between us, he's standing in the living room, Steve and Bruce standing slightly behind him. I look to Natasha "Can we talk in private?" She nods "Let's do that." She pushes Clint out of the elevator, she scans her thumb "My room." We stand in silence as we travel to her bedroom.

This is crazy, right? She can't be Natalia, that isn't even her name, she must be based off of her, but how?

When we arrive we step inside, I put my coffee, list and glasses on the nearest unit to the door. As soon as she turns around I speak, quickly so I don't stop myself "You look like the imaginary friend I had growing up, her name was Natalia. She had long ginger hair and green eyes, she was a short Russian who was going through hell." Her mouth drops open in shock "I'm not short!" My eyes widen "Yes you are and are you telling me you're her? How is that possible!?"