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natasha glanced questionably at everyone around the table. they were all unusually quiet, staring back at her with smug smirks.
❝okay, enough. what the hell is going on?❞
yelena and red look at one another proudly while melina leaned back in her seat.
❝we thought you could use some help this time,❞ red stated, taking another shot of vodka.
suddenly the sound of echoing boots filled the dining room, coming from the hallway. everyone turned to the doorway as you walked through.
you were dressed in sleek tactile gear; similar to natasha's and yelena's, seeming ready to fight in this very moment.
natasha's lips instantly frowned, shaking her head. ❝no way. no way this is happening.❞
yelena chuckled, throwing up a hand, ❝why are you so against this? you are Y/N work very well together.❞
❝we've seen the footage,❞ melina added after with a smile on her red lips. she jutted her head to the side, meaning to gesture to you. ❝Y/N is impressive with their work.❞
you crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe. you and natasha had a history together, but seemingly broke it off when she disappeared after the events of the accords.
you didn't take it to heart; knowing she had a dark past she needed to resolve, and also knowing natasha never did anything to intentionally hurt you.
a few months after she left, you got an anonymous call, being informed that natasha needed help on her new mission.
you called bullshit, knowing full well that natasha could handle herself. nonetheless, you gave in, ending up in russia.
natasha remained quiet, staring straight at you. you tilted your head to the side, smiling.
❝what do you say, nat? up for another adventure together?❞
