Twins (Romanoff)

You walked around 5th avenue and looked at the expensive things in the windows of each place. You could afford it all, but why would you let them know that? Because then you'd become a subject of their advertising and such. Every now and then when you did go and buy something like that, you'd refuse to give them personal info about you. To also avoid being seen as a rich person target by twitching hands, you carried around a brown paper sack to shove what you got in. It was an effective process and you hadn't been pickpocketed yet. That also might be because the last person who tired ended up nearly getting their arm snapped.

So you continued down the street, your long red hair blowing around your face, when suddenly you felt something, like that feeling you get when you're being watched. Your walking pace slowed to a halt, and you scanned the area around you, looking between people's 'I Love NY' hats and the suits, to see a man with dirt blond hair staring at you.

His eyebrows were scrunched together in confusion, maybe? He was wearing some sunglasses so it was harder for you to see who it was. He had a nice build, very muscular and defined. But when he took off his sunglasses to get a better look at you, you ran. Those icy blue eyes belonged to one person with that body build and such.

His name was Steven Grant Rogers, AKA, Captain America.

~~

Steve walked into the tower quickly and with a purpose today. He had seen a woman who looked identical to one of his teammates, right down to the sparkling green eyes. The only thing that let him know it wasn't the Russian spy, was that her hair was much longer, and she looked scared when she saw him. Natasha wouldn't do that. She'd smirk, walk over, and make some remark. Steve swore, Natasha and Tony were more alike everyday.

He stepped off the elevator to be greeted by Thor. "Greeting, Cap. How was your journey?" he asked. Thor was just so sweet, even Steve couldn't deny that. But right now in his mind, he needed to speak with one person in particular.

"It created more questions than answered," Steve answered and he brushed past and looked for his female teammate. He had originally gone out to clear his head, think about the upcoming mission the team was to go to about Hydra and stuff. But seeing that girl...

Finally he saw the short flaming hair, the person it belonged to lounging on the couch. Before Steve even came into view, Natasha greeted him. "Hey soldier. Did you get the answers you so desperately desired?" she asked, still reading her book.

"How...?"

"You have a very distinct walk, Rogers. Anyways, you need me?" she asked, marking her page and setting the book down on the table in front of her, before standing and turning to face Steve. She was wearing leggings and a tank top, with a light jacket over it. "Well?"

Steve cleared his throat and asked the question that had been burning in his mind for the past 20 minutes. "Do you have a twin?" he asked, simple and to the point. It should be a simple yes or no for the answer, but Natasha's eyes darted about the room for a minute, before returning to Steve.

"Let's talk about this in a more secure place," she said quietly, and if it weren't for Steve advanced hearing, he wouldn't have heard her. She led him to the elevator, taking them down to the training room level, and walked into the room. "Now, cover your eyes. I swear I'm not going to hurt you, don't give me that look. It's just this place is a secret, and I'd rather it stay that way."

Steve sighed, rolled his eyes, and shut them. He felt a small hand take his and lead him somewhere. He couldn't keep track of where he was going, because Natasha kept getting him mixed up. After what seemed like a long time, he was allowed to open his eyes.

He was now standing in the middle of a ballet studio, and saw no door anywhere. There were mirrors on every wall, and a bar going across the wall directly in front of him. He saw Nat sitting in a folding chair, head in hands. Before he could ask where they were, Nat spoke.

"This room doesn't have cameras or sound recording devices. Picked them all out and smashed them in front of Fury and Stark's faces so they'd know I didn't appreciate that. Here, I can answer your question." She stood up and walked to the mirror bar, before leaning against it. Her feet were slightly in front of her, and she had folded her arms over her chest.

"Yes. I do have a twin sister. We were raised in the Red Room together, but one day she just disappeared. I didn't ask about it, but another girl did. She got punished for being too nosy in business that didn't' concern her, so I thought better than to ask myself. They may have liked me, but they wouldn't play favorites. It wasn't until about five years back I had seen her. She looked exactly like me. As if I had looked into a mirror. Her hair was short then, though. She didn't see me, as I had hurried out of there quickly. She was alive, and if I brought her back into a world she didn't like in the first place, then she'd hate me and I'd lose the last piece of blood I have."

The two were silent for sometime. Steve processed everything, and the only sound was their breathing. Natasha added on, "She's been in some deep business though. When I saw her, it was during a drug dealer. By her appearance and her speech, she doesn't use the product, just sells it. She shops on 5th, like you saw, and that's how she affords it. But I haven't turned her in," Nat said, finishing with a sigh. Steve jumped in quickly.

"Why don't you report her? She's clearly going to get in trouble one day, and you could get her out of it. Besides, you haven't seen her in so long, why do you care so much?" Steve asked impatiently. If this girl was dangerous, he had to know so he'd know if she needed to be brought in.

Natasha must've seen that look in his eye, because she pushed off agains the bar, took three strides to be right in front of Steve, and pointed a sharp nail at his chest. "I swear to god Rogers if you confront her, I'm going to murder you. She ran from you for a reason, she knows that we might be onto her. Don't you think she's already left by now?" Natasha asked him.

Steve tilted his head, and a smile of realization spread across his chiseled face. "You know where she lives and keep and eye on her don't you?" he asked. Nat sighed and brought her finger down from the commanding position it was in. She paced a bit around the room, refusing to look at Steve, until she finally looked over at him.

"Yes, I do. But it's so I know she won't be murdered in the middle of the night by druggies and shit. She doesn't exactly live in Mr. Roger's neighborhood. And I'd know if she left. I placed a small sensor on the corner of the main door and every time it opens I get a little beep in my ear," Natasha explained. Steve stood there, genuinely interested in this spy conversation.

The conversation came to an end, and Steve had one last question on his mind. "Are you going to go talk to her?" he asked. It was along shot, he knew, but he had a sort of...feeling, we'll call it. Nat sighed and looked at the floor for a few seconds, before looking back up to the baby blues in front of her.

"Yes."

~~

You had gotten changed for bed and were totally ready to fall asleep after a long day of deliveries. You had a total of seven deliveries today, but you had to keep going back to your place and stock up so you'd be less likely to get caught by police officers and such. It was such a risky business, working in the same city as the Avengers doing the exact opposite kind of work, but you managed.

Speaking of Avengers, you were still a bit shaken up from seeing Captain freaking America staring at you. What if he recognized you from your "job"? How much trouble would a patriotic man get you in for breaking a law...and at least four times a day at that.

"Relax, he probably just thought you looked cute or something," you mumbled to yourself as you got into your bed. Grabbing your gun from the nightstand next to you, you slid it under your pillow and laid on your stomach, being lulled to sleep by the honking and screaming of New York City.

~

It wasn't long after you fell asleep you woke up. The reason you woke up, however, was giving you chills. You felt a pair of eyes on you. Staring intently, and from right next to you. In the position you were in, you were facing your bedroom door, your back to the window and your radio. But it also happened to be the side you were gripping the gun with and such, so you got ready to jump up and aim at the intruder.

"One, two..." you mouthed to yourself, getting ready to scare the shit out of your unauthorized visitor. You thought 'three' in your head and in a second, you bolted out of your bed on the opposite side of your "guest", held your gun up at the person, and turned the flashlight on that was in your watch. Your eyes were open, you were alert, and now so was the other person with you.

"Who are you?" you asked this intruder, who was a female. You studied her body from toe up, and when you got to her face you nearly dropped your gun. "Why do you look just like me?" you asked the intruder.

She sighed and put her hands up slowly before answering you. "Look, (Y/n), I don't mean any harm. I just needed to make sure you stayed put," she answered. It was a weird answer, but the part that made your heart stop was how the hell did she know your name.

So you asked. "How the hell do you know my name?" you asked, your hand tightening on the weapon that was comfortably sitting in your hand. She seemed to notice how you were treating the gun, and her response came out quicker than anticipated.

"My name is Natasha Romanoff. I am an Avenger, and need you to come with me if I'm going to explain this situation. Where we are might be bugged," she said that last thing to herself, and allowed her eyes to move off of you to around the room for a second, but they bounced back to the gun. "You can trust me, okay. We know each other from long ago."

God, you hated how cryptic she was being. It made you more irritated and your grip managed to get a bit tighter on the gun. "Stop giving me riddles and give me answers. Now. I'm not leaving this apartment with someone I don't know." You actually thought you saw sadness cross her eyes, but her poker face was back on just as fast as it had been taken off. She cleared her throat and shifted her weight slightly. Your eyes stayed on her though. It was strange, staring at yourself outside of a mirror.

"I can't tell you anything else other than what I have unless we leave the premises and go somewhere safer. Well, safe in general. It's amazing how you haven't been killed yet, with your line of work and everything," she finished with a smirk. Now your blood ran cold. This look-a-like might know everything about you, and you nothing but her name.

Finally, you lowered the gun slightly to her leg, so it wouldn't be a fatal shot, but your guard didn't completely go down. "Fine. Since you know everything about me and my line of work I'll come. But one move that I don't like and I'll either shoot to hurt or to kill. Haven't really decided yet," you concluded, then flicked your gun sideways to indicate for her to get moving. She did, and you followed her out of the crumbling, partly demolished building and down the street. Once you got on the more public parts of the city, you hid your gun more, yet reminded her that it was still there.

The two of you walked a ways, and in the distance you were able to see the brightly shining Avengers Tower that dominated the skyline of New York. 'Natasha' kept walking in that direction, and you started to believe her more and more, but not enough to give her full freedom. The moment you two stepped into the lobby of the tower is when you actually thought it was real. She had let you in, sending dagger-like glares at people who took double takes and stared at us. Your gun was still in hand, reminding you that you still had it. It was your current security blanket, you could say.

"We're here, and you're going to have to either hide the gun or hand it over," she whispered to you. For a second, I was caught by surprise. This woman who you were threatening was telling you to conceal your weapon so you didn't have to hand it over. It was shocking, and you almost let a 'thank you' slip, but then you remembered the circumstances and decided to not say anything.

Natasha led the two of you to the elevator, and then you both walked in. She pressed a button that had "TR" marked on the button rather than a floor number. Actually, you noticed most buttons had initials. At the 20th floor is when the numbers came back. It was interesting to see some of the floor, one was labeled "G" and you figured it was for garage or something. The other buttons were other letter you couldn't find an answer for, like up closer to the top there was an "H", which threw you.

But when the door to this state-of-the-art elevator opened, you figured out that "TR" was for training room. Inside this room there was so much equipment, like punching bags hanging over in one corner, some weight lifting machines across from those, there was a level above that was just a track around the edges, and a rope that went up to one of the entrances to the track. There were two doors over behind the rope that went to what you assumed were locker room with showers and stuff. You didn't understand why, as you had thought they lived there, but maybe it was temporary freshening up related. Yeah, okay. Reasonable, you guessed.

Rather than sitting down on a bench, however, she lightly grabbed your arm and led you to over by the punching bags. You were confused, thinking maybe it was for more privacy, but she kept walking, soon going over to a small door in the corner of the wall. It was nearly hidden, and only visible by the small outline it had in the wall. Other than that, invisible. Natasha knelt down by it and started opening it, and you just watched. Your first thought was you were going to have to crawl through it, which would be impossible considering that it would barely fit your foot, let alone your entire body. But when Natasha opened the door, the only thing there was a small button. She pushed it in for about ten seconds straight, before clicking it three times in a row rapidly. She then seemed to press it in a pattern, starting with a long press then a short one. Next was a short then a long. The last one she did was just one long one, before she stood back up by your side. A clicking sound was heard and a small door in the floor opened, this time big enough to fit a person. She went down first, and you followed behind. It was weird, because when you got all the way down you thought that was enough, but then there was a long ass hallway that Natasha was already walking down. You followed in suit, and you saw her open up yet one more door, leading into a room of mirrors. You noticed it was like a ballet studio.

She went ahead and sat down on a chair, and another one was next to it. Clearly she was ready for this, and was looking at you expectantly. It took you a minute, but you let out a small "oh" and sat down next to her. You relaxed slightly, but not enough to be considered comfortable. She started talking.

"Your name now isn't what it used to be. Yes, your first name is (Y/n), but your last name isn't (y/l/n). It's Romanoff. We're twins," she started out, then looked at you to see how you were doing. But your face was blank, waiting for her to continue, and she did. "We were born in Russia, and our god awful parents gave us up to an organization called the Red Room. Do you remember anything?" she asked, her voice being a genuine soft for the first time since you've met her...or at least, today, since apparently you were sisters, twins nonetheless. But when she said Red Room, something started coming back.

"Y-yeah. I think I do. Those awful people who made us dance until somebody fell, and even then they'd keep going. Everyone wanted to make it out alive, wanted to be the next assassin and work somewhat safely with Red Room and Hydra. We were also trained to kill, and I definitely remember that cause that's how I now to use a gun," you said, and you dig deeper into your mind to find more answers from the past you had buried out long ago to the point of nearly forgetting all of it. "I-I remember this...girl...she looked like me...we were inseparable. Not even the evil people there could get us apart. We'd use our skills they taught us against them. They finally accepted it when we nearly killed one," you ended ended with small laugh and a couple tears coming out of your eyes.

You looked back up at your sister and she knew you remembered everything. "(Y/n)? You remember me?" she asked, her own voice near to breaking. You nodded ever so slightly, but it was enough for this master assassin, a woman who has more kills than a military officer (probably), to lean over and hug you, and you swore you felt a tear on your shoulder, but she denies it.

When the two of you let go, you looked back at her and asked the burning question, one that sounded simple was overly complicated. "Now what?" With that, a mischievous grin grew across Natasha's face, as if she had been thinking about this for a while.

"We have some fun."

~~

Nat was waiting behind a wall as you walked towards Tony Stark, and he saw you instantly. "Hey Red! Where've you been, and why are you up at 3 am?" he asked after looking at his watch. You simply shrugged and waltzed up to him. You could barely hear Nat trying to struggle her laughter. Tony in front of you, however, looked a bit scared. It seemed Nat had some sort of power over the team with her flirtatious ways, using that to her advantage.

You put a hand on him and leaned a bit closer. "What are you doing up so late?" you asked, playing with billionaire's mind. Then, before he could do anything, you backed up and kept walking away from Nat. Then you turned a corner and quickly stopped so you could hear what was going on. You peeked around the corner and saw a confused Tony sitting there, at the kitchen counter, staring at the wall in confusion.

Without warning the real Natasha came walking by as well, making a remark as she passed. "Keep your mouth open any longer you'll catch some flies." She made her way towards you and hid next to you. The both of you were continuing your laughter like little school girls, and finally broke when you heard,

"What the HELL?" Tony looked at where you two had gone and came over, seeing you both doubled over in laughter. "W-what? Are you- the two of you-wHaT?!" That added onto the hilarity of the situation, and soon enough other Avengers were coming to see who the hell woke them up at 3 am. The entire group was confused as they saw you and Nat laying on the ground unable to breathe.

"This is- this is too good!" you wheezed out as you laughed. It took a few more minutes, but Nat was finally able to calm down enough to where she was able to explain to everyone what happened as you sat on the floor and wiped away your tears of joy. They all came to a tired conclusion and one by one went back to bed. Steve and Nat shared a look before he went off himself.

When it was just you and Nat, you asked her a question that had come up in your mind when he was talking not long ago. "So, what does this mean? Am I here, am I just visiting, what?" you asked her. The mood turned serious and she leaned against the wall thinking.

"I don't know," she finally responded, "I really haven't thought about it myself. For tonight and tomorrow you can stay, but for the future...that's something I'd have to bring up with Steve and Tony. I hope you can stay...even if it's just to be here. It's weird for me, I'm not used to feeling any sort of attachment, per say. I'm just scared to lose my sister again." In the dim lighting of the hallway, you could see tears starting to form in her eyes and stood up quickly and drew her into a hug.

"I won't leave. Even if I can't stay, I'll live really close and see you everyday. I'll be here so much, they'll just give me a room here," you said, and you both chuckled at that. You let go and they two of you headed down to her room and talked for the rest of the night. At some point around 4:30 am, Nat's room neighbor Wanda came in and joined in on the girl talk. It was fun, and you felt like you finally had a place again.

~Fin~

A/N: Heyyyy I'm not dead! :). I'm so sorry it took me forever to post this chapter, but I got really swamped with school and choir and there was trip and a TARDIS sighting and dear lord so much stuff happened last week that I just need a minute to calm down. I'm actually struggling to type this because I have to go somewhere in a few minutes.

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