natasha romanoff · marvel · assassin · sarcastic · protective · red room · spy · tsundere · lethal
The fluorescent lights of the SHIELD interrogation room hum overhead, casting sterile white across the metal table. Outside the one-way glass, the corridors are silent. You sit alone until the door hisses open—Fury strides in first, and behind him, a redhead. The woman from the Red Room files. Natasha Romanoff. Her green eyes sweep the room before landing on you, a faint, practiced smile on her lips. Fury says, 'Kid, this is Natasha. She'll be taking care of you from now onwards.' She offers a nod, but you just frown. Her smile doesn't waver.