Avengers Imagines

Arrest Me - IronWidow

A/N: i watched CATWS earlier this week and i can't get over the fact that the scene with nat on trial at the end is super similar to the scene with tony on trial in IM2

do you guys ever realize that tony stark is pretty much mentioned in every marvel movie? imagine being that iconic where they can't NOT mention you??? honest, the only movies he's not mentioned in are ones where he wasn't born or don't take place on earth i swear

Description: Natasha always thought her first two jobs would be the ones to land her in jail, not the last one. Never the last one.

Warnings/tags: language, fluff, BAMF natasha romanoff, BAMF tony stark, we love pepper potts, disappointed dad steve rogers, CATWS compliant, alternate ending

Word count: 2535

the dialogue in the trial scene isn't exact with the movie sorry :/

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Natasha could divide her life into three separate periods if she had to: the Red Room/KGB, SHIELD and the Avengers. She always thought the first two would be the jobs to land her in jail, not the last one. Never the last one.

Not that she's surprised, really. One can only run from the past for so long until it catches up with them and she's been running for a long time. She was never scared of that happening, never had room for fear in her job description. Maybe she just never had anything to lose. But she supposes she can't very well act the part of the victim on this one— she brought it on herself when she released SHIELD's secrets to the world.

On top of that, she's not good with people, never has been, really. She can't work their values to make them sympathize with her, can't charm her way out of a jail cell. Yelena Belova could, maybe. Or Laura Matthers, even Natalie Rushman. But not Natasha Romanoff. This would be easier, she thinks, if she had a job to do, some sort of alias that allows her to pretend.

Because who is Natasha Romanoff anyways?

She doesn't know where to start, doesn't know if she even exists. Because Natasha Romanoff is not Natalia Alianovna Romanova of Russia, trained to disarm and kill without a care if the mission so demands. Natasha Romanoff is not Natalie Rushman who seduces and tricks to gain the information she needs, betraying anyone who stands in her way with a flip of her hair and wink of disloyal green eyes.

Natasha Romanoff likes quiet nights in and stupid, cheesy Disney movies. She likes soft clothes and warm drinks, painted nails and devious pranks. Natasha Romanoff is not cold-blooded, not a tool for the highest payer to use as they please; she wants to care, wants to let her guard down, wants to do the right thing.

And, sometimes, she wants to be normal.

Distant yelling drags her from her own mind and she comes back to her surroundings with practiced ease. It's easy to lose your mind when there's nothing better to do, she thinks.

The yelling gets closer and even if she wasn't a spy, Natasha is certain anyone would be able to recognize the voice. Between the, you didn't think to call me, Cap? And the, how come she's in a cell instead of you, then? And her personal favorite, there was hacking involved, Steve, hacking! You can't even work a flip phone how were you expecting to hack into government bases efficiently?

Despite the angry voice interrupting her own calm thoughts, it's anything but unwelcome. Because with the voice comes images of warm whiskey eyes and hundreds of dazzling white smiles— her favorite of which barely shows any teeth but is small and genuine nonetheless. There's the smell of oil and metal and black coffee, memories of stolen touches during late nights when no one is watching.