Reversed Role
Reversed Role
tomboy!reader
"Okay team, get ready to get mission information," Cap said as he walked into the meeting room where the rest of the team was sitting. They were all wearing their training clothes, as it had been the team's mass training day. Cap, however, was now wearing his uniform. He opened up the mission file on the tablet and projected it up for the team to see (with Tony's help, of course).
"Alright. We need to infiltrate the HYDRA club, so we can get to the boss of the next sector. He like the ladies very...revealed....so Nat or Wanda are up," Cap said. He looked over to Natasha Romanoff, but she shook her head no.
"I'm still out on injury. And you know Wanda would never be able to control her powers in that situation. She's still in training anyways, after what happened last time..." Nat trailed off.
"Well it's not my fault that self absorbed excuse for a human tried to violate my personal space!" Wanda proclaimed. Everyone around the room just shrugged and decided silently it was wise to move past that.
Cap continued speaking. "Well, we need a female to dress up all...sinful, I guess, to get inside the HYDRA club. It'll be the easiest way for us to get in and collect information. We need to limit our casualty count."
Tony rolled his eyes and spun in his chair a bit. "Come on Cap, just say "slutty" or whatever. We all get it, it's what gross people like him see in a woman," Tony said as he pointed to the picture of the HYDRA leader they were going for. He did seem like the kind of person who would judge a woman on how shamelessly she showed off her body.
"Stark, you are the same way," Clint commented.
"Was. Was the same way," Tony corrected.
"If I may continue," Cap said. "We need someone to fit this role. Any agents we could use? Do any of you know anyone who would work?"
Everyone looked around at each other, until Nat finally sighed and dropped her head to her lap. She was typing on her phone. "Yeah," she said. "I might know someone. Might."
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"Okay, so let me get this straight. You want me to do some super secret spy stuff with you again, but this time it's for good, and I won't be getting paid, I can't tell anyone else about it, and I can't wear jeans and Converse? Yeah you are absolutely crazy Natasha," you said as you sipped on your Frappuccino from Starbucks.
You and Nat were currently sitting outside of Starbucks under an umbrella, watching as people walked by and made sure that nobody was watching. They were trained to be spies; it was in their nature to check their surroundings. The wind blew and you wrapped your garnet scarf tighter around your neck.
"Look, (Y/N), these people need some help. Their good people and won't try to kill you. They'll be there to help you and you just need to do something that probably will last three hours at max. No, you aren't getting paid, but I thought you didn't do that anymore?" Nat asked, smirking and raising and eyebrow.
You proceeded to roll your own eyes. "Look Nat, I appreciate the offer, but it might have to be a no. There is absolutely no way I'm wearing a dress, especially if I'm not getting a reward. And for three hours?! You really have changed since you became a good guy," you finished up, leaning back into your seat and taking a nice, long sip of your drink.
"Please, (Y/N). I don't usually beg, but we don't have any other options and this is the 'cleanest' way to take care of this issue." She put air quotes around cleanest, making you laugh a bit. "And look, with you there, it will totally take like, one hour rather than three. Please (Y/N), do it for me? I'll owe you."
That was tempting. Having the Black Widow owe you a favor would be nice, since she could get away with just about anything, and she just complimented your skill set. That was a great way to your good side.
Letting out a sigh of defeat, you stood up, Nat following, as best as she could with her injury. "Fine. I will do it. But I swear if this takes to long for my liking, then I'm bailing. Dresses are uncomfortable. Especially the kind you want me to wear."
Nat smiled, then picked up her coffee and handed it to you so you could carry it and she could use her crutches. "Great! Let's get going then! You might want to prepare yourself though, the team likes to grill newbies."
"Then I can show them my daggers. I have six on my right now. If I had my other jacket, that number would be multiplied by two."
Nat laughed, and the two of you continued to walk to the tower.
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You and Nat walked into the building, and she took you over to the elevators. As you past by the front desk, you threw away both of your empty cups. You got in and she pressed a really big number, and you both flew up to the meeting room.
"Will Captain America be there to throw his shield at me?" you asked, sarcasm was laced in your tone, and was impossible to miss.
"He will be there, but the entire team is. He won't throw anything at you. It's Stark I need you to look out for. He's a playboy." You laughed.
"Nat, I'm telling you now that I have no interest in him. You should know that for a fact."
"Yeah well I'm worried about him making a move on you."
The elevator dinged and the doors opened, and the women started walking out. "Aw Nat, you care so much," you said. There was some genuineness in your tone, but mostly sarcasm.
She rolled her eyes this time. You both kept going down the hallway and when you got to the doors, she opened one. You stepped in and opened it the rest of the way and allowed Nat to get in the room first.
"Everyone, this is (Y/N). (Y/N) Romanoff. She has agreed to be our decoy," Natasha introduced. The entire team turned to the door and saw you standing there. They took in your (h/c) hair and your (e/c) eyes. Next was your outfit, which was a white crop top that showed off your abs, black skinny jeans, a light jacket, and a pair of knee high heeled boots. Your outfit screamed a mix of tomboy and badass.
"Hello there. The name's Tony-"
"Not interested," you instantly replied, before turning to Wanda and giving her a wink.
"Alright. So you are going to be our decoy, alright? We have a dress ready for you, Natasha provided us with your measurements so we could get a good size right away," Cap said. You nodded, and Wanda offered to take you to her room to change in. Flashing her and everyone a smile, you accepted and left to change.
~(Sorry about all the time skips)~
You walked down the stairs into the common room where the team had relocated. As you walked down, you wobbled on your four inch tall stilettos, and felt extremely uncomfortable in your short cocktail dress that REALLY showed off your figure.
You f'n hated it. Everyone would look at you with a lustful gaze and that was something that made you extend your hit list. All the heroes in the room saw how uncomfortable you were in the heels and dress. Nat shared a look with Tony, then Steve, then looked back to you.
"Alright honey, no. Go put your outfit back on and take those shoes off. Clint!" Nat yelled suddenly, getting the bird archer's attention. "Get your ass in a dress and heels!"
Everybody shared a strange look with each other, before they heard Clint's cheers. "Yes! I've always wanted to do this!"
~Fin~
A/N: So, I hope you liked this one! It was suppose to be a funnier one, and I hope it came out that way!
I apologize for posting this late, but I was really busy yesterday with church volunteering and then I had a sleepover with my best friend, and just never got enough time to write an imagine.
Well, leave a comment, vote, whatever, just please comment! I love hearing feedback from you guys and would also love some requests????? Maybe??????? Huh?????? Okay I'll stop.
Oh, and here's the pic I got inspiration for this imagine:
Bye Lovelies!
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