Chapter 1 – Little Lookalikes

Natasha hit the ground with a thump. Her eyes flickered closed as a groan escaped her. That hurt, really hurt. Natasha lay frozen on the ground. What the hell just happened but more importantly though, where the fuck is she? Natasha was broken out of her thoughts by the sound of footsteps coming ever closer.

"Hey are you ok?" she heard someone ask as they ran towards her. Time to go. No one could find her like this, in the injured state she's in, not that she'd be in this state for long she has the enhancers to thank for that. Natasha opened her eyes and quickly tried to get up.

"WHOA! Don't get up! You just fell from the sky! I saw the whole thing, it was insane!" the person cried and then repeated in French. Natasha stopped all her efforts of getting up and put all her weight on the bin next to her. The voice sounded so familiar so she forced herself to look at the person only to see –

"Clint?" she gasped.

"Em no… I'm – never mind, I can't tell you here," 'Clint' told her. He was the exact replica of Clint. That could only mean it worked. She was no longer in her dimension, shit. Natasha was now alone, completely alone with no apparent way to contact her team, brilliant, just bloody brilliant.

"Oh shit, it worked," she grumbled weakly rubbing her head. She did the right thing though, Rosie, as tough as she is, wouldn't be able to handle herself in this situation, she's still in training. At least she can.

'Clint' looked at her confused. What the hell is she on about?

"What worked?" 'Clint' muttered confused. Maybe the girl in front of him was crazy or she just had a really big knock to the head. Please let it be a really big knock to the head, he had no more room for half-crazy red heads in his life, one was enough.

"Nothing… Ouch, I don't feel so great…" she muttered. Natasha started to sway before her eyes closed and she fell down. 'Clint' leapt forward and caught her. He stared at the woman in his arms before looking up to the sky, where the hell did she come from?

Natasha groaned and felt the sheets between her fingers. She had had such a weird dream. Slowly she stretched out to find Clint for reassurance but nothing was there apart from sheets.

"Clint?" she asked worriedly looking to where he should have been. She sat up and started searching the room. It was safe to say this was not the bedroom of Clint and hers floor on Avengers Tower. Dam, it wasn't a dream. Just as she went to get out of the bed the sliding doors leading to the balcony were kicked open and a person swung in. The girl landed on the ground one leg out to the side and flipped their head back. They were wearing a cat suit like the S.H.I.E.L.D. ones but the badge was different. It was an "O" with an eagle in the middle. That was Rosie but where was her arc reactor? 'Rosie' took one look at the bed and swore.

"Fuck. Sorry wrong room, I'll get out the way," she said with a thick Russian accent making Natasha's blood boil before getting up and putting her hand to her ear, "I'm going to fucking kill you Barton."

"No need for the coms Stalingrad, I'm right here," 'Clint' came into the room smiling. 'Rosie' turned round to see 'Clint' walking out of the bathroom before walked over to him and swiftly kicked him in the balls. 'Clint' gasped in pain before collapsing to the ground.

"I think I just lost my ability to have kids," he groaned.

"Oh please you lost that like five months ago and anyway, who would want to have kids with you?" 'Rosie' hissed. 'Rosie' rolled her eyes before looking back over to Natasha her face lacking emotion. Natasha raised an eyebrow, that look is so familiar… It was just like… the other girl's in the Red Room before… she killed them all.

"Beast." 'Clint' continued to lie on the floor looking up at her pain in his eyes. 'Rosie' took no notice off it instead she crossed her arms keeping one eye on Natasha.

"That was for sending me on a wild goose chase around Paris. Who's the woman?"

"No idea, she fell out of the sky and fainted in my arms so I brought her back here." 'Clint' shrugged as he slowly tried to get up. 'Rosie' shot a glance between Natasha and 'Clint',

"So now we're bringing random woman to our hotel rooms are we? She could be them…" 'Rosie' trailed off.

"Don't worry she's not," 'Clint' got up.

"Who are you?" Natasha asked warily braking the two's constant bickering. They defiantly reminded her of when she and Clint started their partnership, always at each other's throats. She was amazed they made it work but was glad they did.

'Rosie' turned to Natasha glaring at her. Any normal person would have faltered under her gaze but not Natasha.

"None of your business," 'Rosie' hissed.

"I'm Hawkeye and this is my partner Death Adder, we're Agents of Oscorp," 'Clint' said. 'Rosie' rubbed her forehead and walked over to her bag. It was obvious she was uneasy about the situation to say the least. Oscorp? As in the company Norma Osborn runs? Since when do they have Agents?

"Your 'wife' called," 'Rosie' checked her phone then his, "Why the hell did she call me? When you gonna end it with the bitch?" 'Rosie' carried on like Natasha wasn't even there. Chucking 'Clint's' phone back in the bag as she slipped hers into her boot.

"I don't know what you're on about." 'Clint' muttered defensively.

"She cheated and is cheating on you Hawkeye, a lot. Everyone knows it but won't say. I'm your partner, it's my job to look out for you and that means in and out of the field. So listen to me when I say she's cheating on you!"

"Bobbi would never do that and you're just a kid, what would you know?!" Natasha saw her freeze at the comment and clench her fist. He'd struck a nerve they all knew it 'Rosie' she was hiding it but not well enough for Natasha to miss it.

"But she did! Ask Hill, Coulson, anybody they'll back me up! Even ask her!" Natasha looked between the two who were positively fuming. 'Clint' glared at 'Rosie'.

"What are we going to do with her? We need to leave in half an hour to go back to New York," 'Rosie' gave in and rubbed her forehead. Natasha could tell they'd had that very same argument millions of times before.

"Take her with us we can't let Osborn get his hands on her." 'Clint' told her.

"But-"

"Please."

"Fine. We'll leave her at the apartment, let's get going,"

"Let's go Red," 'Clint' picked up a bag and headed to the door. Natasha got out of the bed and followed after 'Clint' and past a very angry 'Rosie' who glared at her the whole way to the jet.