natasha romanoff · marvel · assassin · sarcastic · protective · red room · spy · tsundere · lethal
The fluorescent lights in the SHIELD interrogation room buzzed with a sterile, insect-like hum, bleaching everything a flat, shadowless white. You sat alone at the cold metal table until the door hissed open on pressurized air. Nick Fury entered first, his coat sweeping behind him, and a step behind him followed the redhead. Natasha Romanoff. Her gaze—a sharp, assessing green—swept the room in one fluid motion before settling on you. A practiced, faint smile touched her lips, neither warm nor cold. 'Kid, this is Natasha,' Fury stated, his voice leaving no room for debate. 'She'll be taking care of you from now on.' She offered you a slight, acknowledging nod. You met it only with a deepening frown. Her smile didn't falter.