Avengers Imagines

Seeing Double - Avengers, Part 2

Warnings: language

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

Word count: 3616

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, yours and steve's outfits for later on in the story are pictured above !!

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Your mission isn't meant to be extremely complicated. Well, maybe that's not exactly true. All missions pose a certain level of risk, right? The potential for bad things to happen is always there.

Natasha gracefully dodges your punch, swiftly bringing up her leg in an attempt to knee you in the stomach but you see it coming and grab her leg. For a moment, you think you have this round in the bag but she uses her other leg to swipe your feet out from under you, gaining the upper hand and pinning you to the ground.

"Nice move," you grin cheekily, taking her outstretched hand as she helps you back up to your feet. "I like that move, definitely will keep it in mind for myself."

"You're not too bad yourself considering you haven't been on a mission in years," she grumbles to herself, avoiding eye contact by checking her watch rather unhappily. She's still not okay with the idea of you in the field, especially not against HYDRA.

"We spar together every weekend, Nat," you roll your eyes and grab your water bottle dramatically. "I'm a trained assassin."

"I prefer to ignore that fact," she sighs but a small smile can't help but fall onto her lips; she's proud of you and you know it. "I have to make sure Stark and Banner are prepared for the technological aspect of the mission. You okay sparring with Steve for a bit?"

Your eyes drift over to the fit blonde across the room who's too absorbed in a punching bag to notice you shamelessly checking him out. The way his back muscles tighten with every punch, toned arms glistening with sweat— it should be a sin.

"Oh, yeah," you nod to your sister, a smirk on your lips as you lean against the ropes of the sparring ring. "I'll be just fine."

Nat rolls her eyes and purposefully bumps you with her shoulder as she steps out of the ring, shooting you what seems to be a warning look as she goes to leave.

"I know what you're thinking and don't get any ideas!" She scolds, wagging her finger at you like you're some sort of dog. "He is much more innocent than he looks, okay? Go easy on the guy."

You press a hand to your chest feigning mock-hurt as you let out a sound that's a mixture of shock and offense.

"What could I possibly do to him?" You bat your eyelashes innocently but both you and Nat can't help but burst into loud laughter at your statement; it's so loud that Steve actually stops his work out to gape at the two of you in confusion. "Okay, okay, you win, I'll see you later, Natty."

"Shawarma for dinner, don't miss it!" She calls from the door before exiting.

"Hey, blondie!" You smirk at the Captain from across the room, folding your arms over your chest as you raise your eyebrows. "Up for a little one-on-one?"

If you didn't know better, you'd say that Steve's cheeks are red from your flirtatious tone rather than his pretty intense work out; the thought makes the smirk on your lips widen even more.

"You spar?" He asks curiously, unwinding the tape on his knuckles as he makes his way over to you.

"My sister is Black Widow," you shrug carelessly, not thinking much of it. "And I was basically bred to be an assassin. Sparring is like second nature."