~Y/N's Pov~

I just began serving drinks until I spot Natasha walking into the bar. Her eyes wonder around before landing on mine. She starts smirking, causing me to quickly look away and continue to make a root bear float for the guy. I pass the guy his drink before Natasha came into my view, sitting two (2) seats away from the guy. My job as a bartender is to serve drinks to the poeple who sits here, and Natasha is one of them. I fully turn to Natasha, catching her already staring at me, but that didn't stop her from looking. I stand in front of her, opposite side of the table.

"What can I get you, Miss?" I ask with a smile. She raises her one eyebrow and leans her cheek on her hand. "Drop the act, just give me a Margarita" she commands with a sigh. I furrow my eyebrows and shrug mentally. I turn around and start preparing her drink. I throw a cloth over my shoulder before giving her drink. She immediately takes it and chugs it down. I widen my eyes in shock. "Woah, what's gotten you so desperate for a drink?" I ask with a frown. I bend down and lean forward onto my arms with my ass in the air. She downs the drink before slamming the empty glass on the table.

"Don't worry..." she mumbles, wiping away her Margarita mustache. She looks back up to me, "I don't get drunk easily, it takes me about five (5) drinks to get me tipsy" she adds. That's talent, unlike for me, I get drunk on one drink. "Still didn't answer me question tho" I tell her. She let's out a shaky sigh, "I'm just a bit worried about Yelena" she shrugs. I look back and forth between her eyes with sympathy. I feel bad. I look around to see if anyone's watching us, but everyone at the bar are getting served by other bartenders. I look back to Natasha and give her a reassuring smile. "Hey, don't worry. I'm going to go do some digging after I'm finished my shift" I whisper so that nobody else can hear and lean back, standing up.

She gives one slow nod before tilting her head down. She stood up from the bar stool, turning around so that I can't see her face.

"I'm going to go find my sister, you can't be the only one investigating"

That's all she said before she left the bar. I sigh and look at the clock. Still a bit before I get off my shift.

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I've went home to change into something more comfortable, the bartenders clothes isn't the best.

(Imagine the bag isn't there)

I made my hair fall loose down my shoulders before heading out to the headquarters. Now, Steve shouldn't see me, nor everyone who knows that I'm on a break. With all the info Natasha gave me about Yelena, I know what I need to do. Yelena's mission was at the Hydra Base, that's where she was last seen. Hydra is an organization that experiments on poeple. They do experiments like 'What happens when you mix two (2) people's blood in another person's body' or 'Let's attach another guy's hand to someone's forehead' or they plainly test drugs on their victims. Who knows what they're doing to Yelena?

The machine scans my face before opening the iron doors. I step inside and head down the hallway to the computers. I open the doors to the computer room to see a three (3) people sitting at different computers. One person was James who quickly looked up to me, but quickly looked back down to the computer. It's still awkward between us, huh? I sigh before strolling to an open computer at the corner. I immediately start hacking into the security cameras of Hydra Base. The base is somewhere in a forest filled with snow, It's quite hidden.

...

About 30 minutes later, I found Yelena in a dark room sitting on a wooden chair. Her head was leaning down and her hands are tied up behind the chair. The only light source there is, is the broken light dangling above her. I should probably take screenshots of every room that the cameras are in. I quickly take out my phone and aim it towards the computer, taking photos of
the different rooms. When Natasha comes around whenever she wants to, then I'll show her the photos.

I shut the computer off and stand up. I turn around and met James in front of me.

"Hey" He breaths out with a chuckle. I can just tell that theirs still tension in the air, "Hey" I reply softly.
"About that girl, Natalie..." He starts. I sigh. Yup, I knew he was going to bring it up one day. "James, she's just a friend. She loves teasing" I shrug. "Oh" He breaths out, relieved and scratched behind his head.

Although, I always blush around her. She's also the fastest person that I ever warmed up to. Natasha's even an assassin, but now we're having a truce and helping eachother. I've been thinking about what this mix feelings is that I have for Natasha.

"Um, I have a question" I said with a gulp, looking up to James as he looks down to me. Why am I so short. "I'm listening" He replies. I take a deep breath in before asking, "How does it feel to be attracted to someone?" Embarrassed, I look down to my feet. There was silence for a second before James clears his throat. "Romantically?" He ask. To be honest, I don't know if it's romantic feelings I have for Natasha, but there's definitely something there. "Yeah, I guess" I mumble and look up to him to see his eyebrows risen in shock of my unexpected question. He fixes his position and crosses his arms. He seems to be thinking while breaking eye contact and looking up at nothing.

"A girl I used to date told me that love is like wind, you can't see it, but you can feel it" He smiles to himself before looking down at me. My eyes soften at his words. "I can't tell you how it feels right now, only you can since it's obvious you love someone" He shrugs with a soft smile.

I start furrowing my eyebrows and widening my eyes. Heat rushed up to my face and I began feeling hot.

"No! No, not love! I- I'm not in love with someone!" I defend, suttering over my words. James chuckles causing me to look down and make my hands into tight fists. He places his hand on my head, messing my hair around "The blush on your face says otherwise" he chuckles. I groan furiously, slapping his arm away from me. "Shut it" I mumble, grinning my teeth together.

"So? Who's the lucky guy?" He ask. I stop with my furious frown and soften my eyes. I relax my body before stepping pass him, "I told you, its not like that. No love, no guy." I mumble before walking away.

Well, that was useless. I didn't mention anything about love. I just asked him how it feels to "like" someone and I got no real answer back. His words keeps replying in my head, "So? Who's the lucky guy?"  I'd never fall for a guy ever again thanks to Brad. But... I still want to know why Natasha has an affect on me. Yes, she's attractive, hot and gorgeous, but... there's more to her that, like her voice. But also her personality.

There's a lot more to Natasha that I want to discover.
What is this hidden feelings?

I stopped at my apartment, climbing off my motorcycle. I walk up the steps and get out my keys. As I try to open my door, it doesn't making a clicking sound. That can only mean one thing.... the door's open, someone's in my apartment. I look around for a weapon just in case and took a broom that was lying on my porch because I had swoop the leaves away from the steps, yesterday. I sigh before slowly opening the door. No signs of poeple speaking so far, maybe I just forgot to lock the door. No, that can't be it, I always lock my door. I walked around the corner in a fright for seeing a silhouette on the couch before I sigh and start frowning confusingly.

"Natasha?" I question. She twist her head to me and smirks before looking down to the broom in my hand. "Why do you have a broom?" She ask, pointing towards it. With a slightly parted mouth, I look down to the broom and shake my head. I place it down, so that it's leaning against the wall.
"Why the hell did you break into my apartment?" I ask. I shouldn't be surprised, she's an assassin afterall. But, it's still scared the crap out of my, I thought enemies broke into my house to trash the place again. "I wanted to share what I found with you, but you weren't here." She replies, looking to the coffee table. I furrow my eyebrows, walking towards her. There's files on the table that says "Hela Odinsdottir" on top of it.
I sit next to her, leaning towards the coffee table to see better. I reach out for the files and grab it.

"What is this?" I ask, opening the file. There's a small mug shot of a woman in jail clothes. She has dark hair and she's wearing some messy black eyeliner. "That's the file of Hela Odinsdottir, the boss of Hydra" Natasha states. "She escaped from jail?" I ask, pointing to the mug shot and turn to Natasha. She looks up to me and nods. I look back to the file and scan through it. This Hela woman is thirty-five years old (35) and leads the Hydra organization. She's been in jail for murdering her two brothers, Thor- and Loki Odinsdottir. She escaped jail and started this organization. She's using test subjects, forcing them to get injections of drugs. We have to stop her before she does something to Natasha's sister, Yelena.

"Oh!" I remember, passing the file to Natasha as I get out my phone, "That reminds me, I have some stuff you need to see too" I open my gallery and hold it out for her while accidently swiping to the next photo. I hold it up to her face and her eyes quickly shot up to me, causing me to frown. "A picture of you standing behind a guy as he bends down. You pretending to fuck him from the back?" She questions. Hest rushed to my face, embarrassedly. I quickly take my phone away from her and look at the  picture.

I might have accidentally swiped my finger to the next photo. It's a picture of me pretending to smash Pietro from behind. He's bend down with his pants lowered down, only in his underwear. I had one hand on his back and my hips against his ass. I was dressed in a Christmas dress that reveals way too much cleavage, only because it was a Christmas party and we were drunk as fuck.

I clear my throat and show Natasha the real photo. Of course, she had to tease me about the photo, saying all kinds of crap like, "I bet he felt good", but I ignored her and shoved my phone in her face. She lowers my phone and looks at the right pictures. It's the pictures I took of the rooms with one of them having Yelena inside. Natasha scrolls through the photos and stops when she sees Yelena. She clench her jaw and gives me back the phone.

"I think we're ready to take on Hydra" She states sternly. I raise my eyebrows and shut down my phone. "Just us?" I ask. She shoots her head to me, staring at me like I'm dumb "Well yeah, we can do it" She interjects. I place my phone on the coffee table and look back at her, "Natasha, there's twenty (20) poeple that works there versus us both. Who'd win?"  I ask. "Us!" She replies immediately. I sigh. Her fault if we get killed.

"Fine, but if you let us die, I'm going to kill you" I joke. She stands up with a smirk. "Sure, no problem with that" she shrugs before walking away, I jump up from the couch and follow her to the door. "I'll excuse myself now, goodnight" she winks before closing the door behind her.

A/N: Y/N questioning if she has feelings for Natasha or not.

(The photo that you accidentally exposed to Natasha is this picture of Billie Eilish:

Just imagine Pietro is the guy in front of you and you're Billie, smashing him from behind)

Again! This photo belongs to @BillieEilish on Instagram!