Undercover- Natasha Romanoff

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(Y/N)'s POV:

There aren't many things I don't like. I like coffee. I like food. I like animals. I like going on cases. And I like Natasha Romanoff. But I don't like going undercover. It is like the worst thing. I always have to play the wife to Steve or Sam. This time the gang wasn't telling me who I was going undercover with. All they told me is that I have to play the wife. I had to wear this specific outfit and I had to make sure I used the name, Mary Watson. I knew that it was Bruce that set up this case because all I could think of now was who is my John Watson?

 I knew that it was Bruce that set up this case because all I could think of now was who is my John Watson?

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I made sure I had a gun in my back pocket and a small knife in my boot. I also had tasers in my sleeves. I was ready to kick some ass. I got into the blue beetle car that Steve left for me and my partner. I waited in the driver's seat. Then the door opened. 

The one and only Natasha Romanoff sat down next to me. 

"Nat?" I asked while turning towards her. "Yeah?" She asked while putting on her seat belt. "What are you doing?" I asked while she then fixed herself in her seat. "Getting ready for the long car ride to the hotel," She said while smirking. "Don't worry, my bags are in the trunk already," She said with a sly smile. 

I nodded and pulled out the parking lot. 

We drove for a while but then reached our destination which was a hotel that definitely was paid for by Tony

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We drove for a while but then reached our destination which was a hotel that definitely was paid for by Tony. "All we have to do is find the guy that is selling illegal jewels and then call Steve and Bucky," Nat said while taking her suitcase out of the trunk. I took my bag out and put it on over my shoulder. I then handed the keys to the valet guy. "Not a scratch," I said while handing him the keys. He looked at the car then at me and rolled his eyes. 

I just watched him get in the car and drive away to park it. We made our way to the lobby and Nat checked us in. The person then handed Nat a key and then Nat and I went to the elevator so that we could head to our rooms and change. I tried to open the door next to where Nat was opening. "What do you think you're doing?" She asked as she opened the hotel door. "Trying to open my door," I said while now trying to shake the door open. "You do know that the only way we can play a married couple is to share a room and bed," She said while walking into the room. 

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