Avengers Imagines (Part One)

Natasha Romanoff X Fem!Reader - If We Ever Meet Again

A/N - This chapter was inspired by the song 'If We Ever Meet Again' by Timberland ft. Katy Perry. I hope you all enjoy it.

Don's Bar was one of the worst in the state, there wasn't a person alive that wouldn't have agreed with you. The floors were sticky and probably hadn't been cleaned since the place opened in the 80s. The ceiling was ashen from the years of damage from the cigarettes of the bars frequenters. Every single seat was broken; upholstery ripped, legs wobbly, arms missing. There was so much wrong with it, and still people came on a regular basis to drink themselves into a stupor.

You had been working for Don since you'd first turned 21. A broke kid, fresh out of college, who was yet to realise that her degree would get her nowhere, and who had assumed she would be at the bar for a year, tops. Well, that hadn't quite worked out. 7 years later and you were still pouring drinks for a lower wage than you could really afford to live off of.

It had been pretty easy work, though, and it was comfortable. You knew the regulars, and very rarely got new customers. It was rare that you ever had more than 15 people in the bar at a time, and it gave you plenty of time to make friends. You could pour each customers orders as soon as they walked through the door. Of course, it helped that you could read their minds.

There was no real way of knowing exactly when you had first discovered your ability. As a kid, you had just assumed you were good at guessing, but as you got older the stuff you could figure out got a little more specific. You had known about your college roommate's boyfriend, and his desperate need for you to join them in a threesome. You had known all about your high school english teacher's divorce without her ever saying a word. Hell, you'd even known about your ex-girlfriend and the girl she'd cheated on you with. Eventually, you'd had to admit to yourself that you could hear what people were thinking.

It had, of course, become beneficial in your work. You knew what someone wanted to order before they approached the bar. You knew when someone was getting close to starting a fight and could defuse the situation before it even began.

This evening, as you were pouring a drink for one of your regulars, a new face had walked in, and it was one of the most beautiful faces you had ever set eyes on. She approached the bar slowly, smiling at one the man you were serving as she settled into one of the wobbly seats. A smile pulled at your lips as you moved over to serve her.

"Wait," the man called out, holding up his hand with a wide smile. "You ever been in here before?"

The woman shook her head. "No, I haven't."

"What's your name?" he continued, moving along the bar slightly.

"Nat," she told him, raising an eyebrow as he glanced over at you.

"You need to let Y/N guess your order," he continued, his smile only growing as he teetered on his feet for a moment. You noted that you would have to cut him off soon. "She's never been wrong before." Your cheeks tinted red as you glanced over at him, shooting him a warning glare.

"Don't bother the woman, Jake," you uttered, shaking your head before turning your gaze back to her. Vodka Soda and Lime. "Pay him no mind," you continued. "What can I get for you?"

Her lips twitched slightly as she shifted on the seat, crossing her legs. "No," she murmured softly, "I think I do want you to guess my order."

A snort escaped you, and you tilted your head to the side, as though you were attempting to figure her out. "Vodka Soda and Lime," you murmured, a smile pulling at your lips.

"Correct," she chuckled, nodding at you. "How'd you do that?"

You pushed off of the bar, moving away to make the drink for her. You glanced back with a small shrug. "I've been serving here for far too long," you uttered, causing her to snort.

"Why?"

For a moment, you were flawed. It was a good question really. You had a degree from Columbia and would have had a brilliant career, but you had opted for minimum wage and watching people get so drunk they couldn't stand. "Don's a good boss," you told her, another small shrug following the comment. "And I wasn't too keen on working with rich boys that bought their degrees with daddy's money."

The woman let out a short laugh, shaking her head. "I know the type," she murmured. "I work with Tony Stark," she added, and your smile dropped for a moment.

"What's that like?"

She paused, watching you carefully. "Not as bad as you would think. He's a good guy. Smart too." You nodded, placing her drink down in front of her. "What do I owe you?"

"An explanation to why you're here," you started, speaking as quietly as possible. "Girls like you don't come to bars like this."

She shrugged slightly. "Same reason as you, I guess. Didn't want to be bothered by the rich boys of Manhattan."

"Did he send you?"

Her face contorted in confusion, brow furrowing as she stared at you. "Who?"

"Your boss. Did he send you here?"

The woman released a sigh. "He's not my boss, and I told him you wouldn't buy it. You're a fucking mind reader and he asked me to come and lie to you." She leant back in her seat, closing her eyes for a moment. "He wanted me to make sure you were actually an enhanced before he came to speak with you himself."

"What does he want?"

"Just a chat," she started. "He thinks you'd be a good addition to our little band of merry men."

Your tongue darted out, wetting your lips as you shook your head. "I don't want to join you. I'm happy where I am."

"Really?" she murmured, tilting her head to the side as a smile pulled at her lips. "You wouldn't be happier living in a high-rise in Manhattan. No bills, no rent. They really are nice places."

"I don't need his charity," she spat back, the venom in your voice catching the woman off guard.

She nodded. "I'll let him know," she uttered, and you gave a short nod in response. "Don't be surprised if he turns up anyway. He's not really used to being told no."

"Thanks for the warning."

She was on her feet a moment later, leaving her drink untouched on the bar. "I'll be seeing you," she told you softly, before heading out of the bar and into the night.

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