Nat stared down at her screen in disbelief, not only were the two of you close to each other during the battle of New York but apparently, she had actually met you as well. She wracked her brain through all of the interactions she had with civilians that day but her mind was so preoccupied that she barely paid attention to any of the faces she saved. And that was three years ago.
She ran your number through her database then.
The coincidence or possible lack thereof was enough to deter her from whatever fantasy she'd begun to create about you. You could be a spy, or hydra, or-
Her laptop dinged with the results but she kept her eyes trained on your message, too afraid to look at the screen and be met with a harsh reality she's so used to. Every time she's close to having something nice- something for herself, it all comes crashing down.
She willed her head to lift, eyes expectant and walls reforming no matter what answer she faced.
You were clear. A small green check mark stares back up at her along with a line of words in italics reading
No Major or Minor offenses committed
You had a clean record. Instinctively she moved her cursor to the photos option, a habit she picked up from needing to identify targets. It took everything in her not to click on the tab and see what kind of person you were. If you threw a big glittery birthday party every year or if you prefer a quiet celebration. If you were the kind of person to post pictures of your food, or if you had a strange hobby that nobody does anymore. But you weren't a target. And that very habit is precisely why she shouldn't know what you looked like. She shouldn't be texting you at all. She was getting too invested. Too close.
Nat shut her laptop and began changing into her workout clothes. Maybe a three-hour workout would clear her mind of all of this. Of you.
Halfway into her workout, Nat's phone rings with a notification
She decided to at least try to coerce the interaction out of you
Y/n🍦:
Nat🔪:
Lucky you, I heard she's pretty
What was it like meeting her? Did she say anything?
Y/n🍦:
Woah you a fan or something?
Nat🔪:
You could say that
Y/n🍦:
Cryptic.
Anyway-
Yeah, she was pretty
Which really isn't fair because she had just been fighting off aliens and she had scratches and stuff but she was still gorgeous
Nat🔪:
What happened?
-When you met her
Y/n🍦:
She flew down from the sky and picked me
up bridal style and then took me out to dinner
Nat🔪:
Ha ha.
Does that sound like something she'd do?
Y/n🍦:
Yes. 100%
It really happened to me I swear.
Nat🔪:
You swear? Really?
Y/n🍦:
Yes 😎
Nat🔪:
Swear on your duck socks.
Y/n🍦:
>:(
This is not fair.
Nat🔪:
Have you tried giving up?
I heard it's great for your health.
Y/n🍦:
Well why would I tell a stranger my most traumatic memory
So maybe she was still a little salty after last night's "stranger" comment.
Nat🔪:
Point taken.
Is there any way I can make it up to you?
Y/n🍦:
Yes 🥰
You can send me pictures of the front
And back of your credit card 🙂
Nat🔪:
Any other way?
Y/n🍦:
:(
Copious amounts of groveling?
Nat🔪:
And how do you expect me to do that exactly?
Y/n🍦:
By sending me very sorry pictures
Of the front and back of your credit card :(
Nat🔪:
I can send you pictures of someone
Else's credit card?
Y/n🍦:
That's...concerning and yet SO tempting
Nat🔪:
Well?
Y/n🍦:
I feel like you'd use your FBI privileges to hunt me down
and arrest me if I did that
Nat🔪:
No promises ;)
That does sound like a fun time.
Y/n🍦:
A simple apology will do Natalyn 😤
Nat🔪:
That's not-
Nevermind.
I am sorry for calling us strangers, Y/n
I suppose we're not strangers since you know the color of
My pajama pants
Y/n🍦:
And your bed sheets
;)
Nat🔪:
Yes... And that.
Y/n🍦:
We're practically at sleepover-level besties
Nat🔪:
Are we?
Y/n🍦:
OkAy strap in for the trauma babes
Grab some popcorn
Nat🔪:
That's not a bad idea-
Y/n🍦:
Nope it's too late here I go-
A/n: I'm having far too much fun with these messages XD