Mind Games (Avengers Wrong Number Fugitive [Natasha Romanoff x teen])

13. Swiftie Check with the Avengers

A/N I've been doing a lot of August's POV, if you want more Nat tell me because at the moment the story thoroughly revolves around Auggie

TW: mentions of suicide (it's not violent, and nobody is suicidal... it's more of a threat 😅)

Here's your key!: 

Natasha Romanoff - Killer 🔪🔴
Tony Stark - +1 (212) 970-4133 - Tin Can Man Pan
Steve Rogers - +1 (678) 136-7092 - Mc Patriotic_Oldie
Bruce Banner - +1 (212) 992-1246 - Not-that-type-of-doctor
Clint Barton - +1 (212) 295-9752 - Old Arrow Guy
Kate Bishop - +1 (718) 550-4358 - K-Pop Kate
America Chavez - +1 (787) 5872-898 - American Stars ⭐️
Wanda Maximoff - +1 (201) 214-9010 - Sparkle Drug
Vision - +1 (201) 787-3368 - robot butt
Bucky - +1 (718) 212-1104 - Bucket🪣
Sam Wilson - +1 (504) 361-9087 - brain bird
Thor - +1 (332) 118-4343 - Living Poptart
Peter Parker - +1 (929) 018-8974 - Webhead🕸
Yelena Belova - +1 (646) 980-712 - Сестра Killer

August's POV

I'm lying on a beanbag in the Manhattan Base. We really need a better name! Peter's here, along with MJ, Ned and Abigail. It's amazing how the only people who truly show me I'm worth anything all are friends with one another. Peter's friends were close with each other first, but when I snuck in here six months ago Abigail became their friend too. Now they're all together to protect an idiot. That idiot being me. 

"Right... so you're literally texting her, talking to her, and also are technically tasked with capturing her? How's it going, Webs?" The sass of Abigail could never get less amusing, but unfortunately she's not wrong here.

Peter rubs the back of his neck, and looks away. His voice goes higher as he says, "Completely ignore it?"

"How about help me get Black Widow alone, and tell me where they're going and shit? So I can get her alone and kill her?" I'm pretty sure I said that way too casual but who cares?

"What the fuck, August!?" Ned practically screeches. "We are not killing anyone! Especially not Black Widow! You don't even have a chance of killing her!"

Wow, way to be supportive, Ned.

"Ned, I'm a trained killer who's only been on my own for what, eight months? But before that MIA on SHIELD's naughty list for sixteen months? I have a chance!" Do I?

"Egoistic." MJ mumbles.

"Shut up, it's not like you aren't!"

"Am I?"

I roll my eyes, sighing. "Peter, please!"

Peter shoots me a literal death glare. "I'll keep your secret, but I'm not helping you murder my friend! I'm FRIENDLY Neighborhood Spider-Man. I avoid violence, and especially killing!"

"Fine," I groan as I eerily step forwards to him. I stand on the tips of my toes right in front of his face. "But if you tell them you know me I will torture you in every single way I know you hate. And when they find the body there'll be a suicide note written in your name."

"Damn, babes, and I thought I was dark." As I look at my... friend? Complicated relationship friend person, I see her bite her lip, holding back a smile. I don't know how she finds this amusing.

"Shut it, Abby. I'm not being caught by anymore spy organizations. It's not worth it."

She rolls her eyes in response. It's a joke, obviously, but she doesn't know the meaning of staying clear of manipulative teams.

So we talk some more. About whatever. Video games are played, as well as board games and snapchat Bitmoji whatever. We played our version of karaoke. Singing while dancing- second you stop dancing you're out.