Avengers Imagines

Seeing Double -- Avengers, Part 1

Warnings: language

Description: nick fury enlists you, Y/N Romanoff, to help with a mission

Word count: 2808

Important A/N!!! for the sake of this imagine, let's say Nat is around 28 years old and you're her younger sister who looks very similar to her, thanks :)

also in case you haven't noticed, i'm a big scarlett johansson stan !!

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There aren't many things about Natasha's life that aren't a secret. She prefers it that way. It's not that she doesn't trust the Avengers— they're her family— but when it comes to secrets like you, she would never take the risk.

Of course S.H.I.E.L.D. knows about you, it was a necessary evil when Natasha joined years ago. You never minded, however. If Natasha trusts the agency, then so do you— it's that simple.

You're quite a few years younger than her, six to be exact; but still, you two could practically be twins. You always thought that you and Nat were lucky that you were so far apart in age; they would never make a 16 year old fight a 10 year old in the Red Room. That's the only thing you've ever thanked the Red Room for if one can even call it being grateful.

Natasha hates herself for never getting you out of there sooner, for letting herself fall into the hands of all the wrong people. She's never forgiven herself for leaving you there alone, she never will. But you survived the Red Room, passing your graduation ceremony at the young age of 17. At that point, Natasha refused to let what happened to her become your life; so after your graduation, she took you away from the academy, faking your death so that they would never think to come after you again.

You're 22 now and in your last year of college, that was your one wish once you escaped. You begged Natasha to allow you to attend college in New York where you knew her S.H.I.E.L.D. base was stationed. It hasn't been easy to say the least. Sleep is a stranger to you, the images of your past haunting you whenever you even consider relaxing. But school helps. You love learning, history mostly. Learning about the tragic history of other people and countries makes dealing with yours a little easier.

So that's where you've been the last four years, studying at Colombia University.

Until today, that is.

A phone call pulls you out of the library where you like to spend the majority of your time. The library never changes; it's warm and comfortable, safe and predictable. When you see Nat's name, a small smile works its way onto your lips.

"Hey, Natty, what's up?" You say easily, slinging your backpack over your shoulder.

"I'm parked on the side of the street, do you see me?"

Her tone isn't welcoming and light like it usually is when she calls every two days: it's cool and to-the-point. You pick up on it instantly— something is wrong. You find her car immediately having already analyzed your surroundings when you stepped outside, a consequence of your upbringing.

"Yeah, yeah, I see you. Be there in a second."

You don't even think twice as you make your way over to Natasha's car. If something's wrong, something's wrong. You trust your sister with your life plus some, so if she needs something, you're going to do it. When you see Nat in the driver's seat, you move to sit in the passenger's side but she nods her head to the back. With a frown, you open the back door and slide in, a bigger frown spreading when you see the other person in the seat next to yours.

"Y/N Romanoff, I don't believe we've met. I'm director Nick Fury with S.H.I.E.L.D.," he speaks in a low, confident voice and you nod once taking his outstretched hand.