Marvel Avengers Natasha Novels & Stories

she gasped, dropping her make up kit. Natasha, who was already donned in her green super suit, turned to see Bianca standing there. “Wow,” went on Bianca, “I never thought I’d actually see you this up close in full Viper mode. I mean, you did save my life and everything but...oh look out!” There was another crash followed by streaks of red lightning that cut right over Natasha's head as she leaned back just in time to evade the incoming blow from the shadowy figure that was blazing with both fire and lightning.

For some reason, Red's answer was important to her. "Yeah. Yeah I do. No one ever really got me like she did. This room," Red said, waving her arm around, "was the two of us trying to pretend we were normal. I liked it." She sighed. "Natasha . . . that was her name . . . she's dropped by a bunch of times. Her Talent is basically that she's invulnerable. She's a little stronger than most people, but mostly she just can't be hurt. So she's working as a bodyguard for a major movie company down in Hollywood." Red stopped and looked at Jane, seeing if the mention of Hollywood caused the girl any painful memories. But Jane looked . . . content, so Red continued. "She earns damn good money, and she

Natasha's lips curled into a scornful smirk. "So, you're the new girl Sebastian's parading around as his fiancée. I must say, you're quite the impostor." Ava's heart skipped a beat, taken aback by Natasha's hostile words. She struggled to find a response, feeling a wave of insecurity wash over her. Impostor? Before Ava could defend herself, Natasha reached into her bag and pulled out her phone, her finger swiftly dialing a number. "Security, we have an intruder. Escort this imposter out of the agency immediately."

"Good night Daniel." When Natasha's eyes flutter open the next morning, there’s a nose huffing steady breaths where it’s pressed into her hair and an arm draped across her middle, just below her breast. Her brain is still foggy with sleep, and as she tries to recall a memory from yesterday that maybe she decided to take someone back to her hotel after all, that she finally feel brave enough to have someone to warm her bed, to make her feel good after all the things Josh has done to her.

It makes sense now; Natasha bears a striking resemblance to her mother. “You think you hate my mom more than I do? If you're trying to provoke me, it won't work. Let's not change the subject here; your wife,” Natasha emphasizes, “asked me to help her train, and I can't say no. She's a real treasure, you know? She's the first Luna I've met who actually wants to prove herself instead of just lounging around in luxury.” Dane's gaze meets mine, disappointment flickering in his eyes.

His hands flexed on my stomach. “I know. I can smell it all over you,” he growled. I shivered. “Falcon, please.” “Tell me about yourself, baby,” he begged. I silently cursed. “I’m Natasha. I’m 18. I’m… my mom is still alive. I like to read and hunt. I like to work and earn my own way.” I lifted my head to lick his neck. “I am competitive and don’t like taking no for an answer.”

’ She commanded when her own Capos drew their guns, ‘But stay on high alert’ The six men walked through the door and then four stood back while two of them walked forward, ‘ I am Aleksandr Murchekov, Leader of the Russian Bratva, and I would like to know why you have set up in my territory’ He directed his speech at Luca her number two and he smiled every one made that mistake, they seriously underestimated Natasha, and she walked forward now from behind him. She was dressed in a fitted deep green Dior trouser suit and black Jimmy Choo heels that made her legs go on forever. Her hair was tossed over one shoulder and her eyes glittered she looked stunning, it had taken her five minutes to thr

Authur teased her. "Are you sure you are not talking about me because I will so deal with you guys, you can't fight me. You can't stand up to me." Authur threatened as she pour herself warm water. "We won't dare fight the Almighty Natasha." Authur laughed, he sat on the couch recuperating well. He remembered Natasha to be a very stubborn and strong lady that won't show her weak sides to anyone. Natasha is well known in the country and all over as a business tycoon that knows her flower well.

"It seems you've both learned to follow orders. How commendable." Tears welled up in Valerie's eyes as she choked back a sob. "Where are my children?" she pleaded, her voice trembling with fear and anguish. Natasha rolled her eyes, a disdainful sneer twisting her features. "Oh, spare me the theatrics, Valerie," she scoffed, her tone dripping with contempt. "Your naivety is truly astounding. You honestly believe you deserve someone like Nelson?" Ignoring Valerie's distraught pleas, Natasha turned her attention back to Nelson, her eyes glinting with malicious intent. "Now, let's get down to business," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "I trust you've brought what I asked for?"

She went on to blabber a whole lot of sorrys and Lucas had to stop her. "Hey, hey! Calm down. It's alright." "But, what just happened...?" "Isn't it already obvious?" "What are you talking about?" "The flashes of light, the truck and Bianca back in New York..." Lucas said, trying to make a point. "What?" "Natasha, " added Lucas in a semi-grave low voice, "you are a speedster." Natasha was quiet for a moment, probably letting it all sink in. It did. "Oh my God, you're... you're right."