Marvel Imagines

Natasha- Problem

(Requested by @MushiFiction)

Today's the day you're joining the Avengers, and honestly, you're more than a little nervous. Just seeing them in action makes you think that you're not as skilled, not as talented as they are, but in truth; you are.

You were hand picked to join this team, which always gives you a boost of confidence when you think about them.

Now, as you enter the main room where they all gathered, you're doing everything you can to stop you knees from shaking.

"You must be Florence," Sam Wilson, or known as Falcon, is the first to stand and greet you. "we've heard only great things in your file. I'm Sam."

You smile tightly as give his hand a firm shake. "It's nice to finally meet you, Sam."

Once they've all shaken your hand, you can't help but glance at Black Widow. She's away from the crowd, watching you like a hawk.
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It's been a little over four months, and you're completely sure that Natasha Romanoff hates you.

If the hostile looks and constant harsh attitude don't give it away, than maybe the fact that she accidentally keeps forgetting your name does.

You don't know what you've done to make her hate you. But, like all those months, you've brushed off her cold demeanor and went on your way.

"This is useless," You mutter to yourself, throwing down your towel after taking out your anger on a punching bag.

You have to confront Natasha or you'll go insane.

Just then, the gym doors breeze open and the women you were thinking of steps in.

When she sees you, she narrows her eyes as heads to the weights without a second glance.

Your patience snaps, and you're suddenly gripping her arm. "What is your problem?"

Her elbow flies up and clips your jaw lightly. You drop her arm as she turns to face you.

"My problem is you," She sneers, her green eyes burning with rage.

You clench your throbbing jaw and sigh. "But why? What have I ever done to you?"

Natasha raises an eyebrow. "Have you ever considered I just don't like you because of your personality?"

"That makes no sense, seeing as this is the first time we've actually had a conversation," You fire back.

This gets her to scoff. "Florence, is it?"

You widen your eyes. "Wow, you actually know my name? I feel so special," You say, making sure to add in as much sarcasm you can to ever word.

The corner of her mouth lifts. "Just get back to beating up that punching bag. I'm only assuming you pictured my face on that thing?"

"How'd you guess?" You ask, rolling your eyes.

"I may or may not done the same," She turns and walks to the weights, only this time, you don't stop her.

You feel like you've made some real progress with Natasha here, which makes a small smile curl your lips.

After you've collected your stuff discarded around the punching bag, you look to Natasha. Her eyes slowly lift until they meet yours.

"Natasha, was it? Nice arm," You say, touching your jaw.

When you're gone, Natasha can't help but smile and shake her head.