A/N- Hello to anyone reading this! When I first wrote this I didn't even think anyone would even find this book but apparently there are few of you, huh? So I'd just like to thank you guys and apologise bcs my writing's been kinda rusty lately. Anyways, read on! Sorry for this long ass note lmao

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Fellow members of my super secret boy band, please assemble. We found a lead for the dragon lady.

Pietro snorted at Tony's message, amused at the man's sense of humour. Although Pietro was definitely not against it. Tony's attitude was refreshing. It's just that he was always surrounded by old, boring people. Except for Natasha. He would never think about Natasha like that. The woman struck fear in his heart, and the last thing he would want is for her to get mad at him.

Not like she could read minds, but—

"Yes, not like I can. By the way, good choice on backpedaling. I could have used that as blackmail."

His thoughts were interrupted by the one and only thought-interrupter.

"Wanda, can you please stop getting in my mind!" Pietro groaned, flailing his arms around wildly in frustration.

"It is not like I have a choice," she raised her eyebrows. "We are connected."

Pietro groaned once more, before turning back to his phone to see what the team had replied to Stark.

Dragon lady? (Natasha)

Illl bethere in five3 (Steve)

Hey grandpa, still having trouble with the keyboard? (Clint)

I meant the one we've been assigned to, Red ! But nice to see how you're finally owning up to the name. (Tony)

Pietro laughed, wondering how Tony found it so easy to mess with the Black Widow. Didn't he feel even the slightest bit of fear?

I'm here. Everyone get moving. This is important. (Steve)

The silver-haired speedster smirked, stuffing his phone in his pocket as he stood up from the couch. He'll 'get moving', alright.

Wanda peered up from her phone to find the seat her brother had been on empty. She sighed, standing up though she had absolutely no energy to. Quietly to herself, she mumbled an angry remark.

"You could at least have the courtesy to bring me along."

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Pietro looked up at the map displayed on the wide screen, tilting his head in confusion when he found that he didn't recognise where it was. It was zoomed in too close.

"This is Russia," Tony explained, as if he read his mind. "And that little dot right there is where our little fireball was last seen."

"Define last," Steve questioned, head propped up on his hand—his natural pose.

"About 27 hours ago." Seeming pleased with himself, he tapped on the screen, and it zoomed in on the dot immediately, showing footage of a female figure.

She had sprung up and wrapped her thighs around what appeared to be her rival and he fell, languid.

"Is that her?" said Pietro. Curiosity got the better of him, as it always did. The way she fought made him gawk in awe.

Natasha squinted, her lips pursed in wonder.  That woman had used her move. She had performed her favourite stance perfectly. Whoever this woman was, she had to be really skilled. Natasha had to train for almost a month for that move. It wasn't an easy one.

She shook her head, as if to erase the memory from her mind. Those days made her feel weak, even if she knew how much muscle she was made of now. Just a hint of her past could make her feel vulnerable.

"Sure is. FRIDAY, run the facial scan again." Tony had no doubts, but he wanted to make sure the team didn't have any either.

FRIDAY complied, displaying a string of photos of the woman, each one looking different than the other. The A.I then zoomed in on the footage earlier, cropping her face out and comparing it to the ones already displayed.

"Exactly the same..." Natasha trailed off, her mind still scrambled from the memories clouding her thoughts. "But she has a different style in almost every picture."

She then stood up from her chair, moving to the screen and tapping it just as Tony had. Her hands moved quickly, arranging the pictures in rows.

"Look here," she pointed to one, where the woman had her dark hair tied up, silver chains wrapped around her neck like it was a religious statement.  "She looks like the evil twin of this one."

Everyone's focus turned to the other photo, where she had her brown hair down, curls framing her face.

Natasha saw the obvious conclusion, and it was evident because Fury had already told them how this assassin was basically a chameleon.

"They're all her. These are her covers." She breathed, wondering how the woman put up with living such a life. But then again, what kind of spy would she be if she didn't?

Suddenly, they heard a loud beeping noise.

"Sir, I located her whereabouts..." but FRIDAY was interrupted by Tony.

"Gear up people, we got a pinpoint."