Avengers x Y/n One shots (finished)

Save me (part 1)

The lock on the door made a noise and you jumped to attention. Eyes forward, boring into the concrete wall, back straight, arms at your sides. Normally you would've been dressed by now but you had been injured on your last mission and it was slightly more difficult to move. 

He came into the room. The whip hung off his belt like it wasn't even worth a glance. You would've loved to study it. To figure out how a little rope hurt that much but you couldn't afford to look away from the wall. 

"Good Morning, Child." 

"Good Morning, Sir." You replied quietly, but without question. You repeated your ground rules for survival in your head. 

Only speak when spoken to.

Do what your told when your told to do it.

No questions or arguments.

Always address Him as Sir. 

Don't fail. 

Never show weakness, no matter how much it hurts

You weren't the best at the last one. He tucked a finger under your chin. You stayed silent and kept your eyes on the wall in front of you. 

"I have a mission for you." He handed you a file. You took it and paused in the air, waiting for further instructions. 

"You may read it later." You held it at your side and forced yourself to look past his bald head and greasy mustache. You ignored the scent of cigarettes and beer that followed him everywhere. You didn't want to look at him. Couldn't bear to look into the face of a father who was supposed to love you. Somehow you'd ruined even that. He turned away from you. 

"Oh yes, one more thing. This mission is your last change. Defect again and we wipe you." 

"Yes Sir." You cursed yourself. Your voice had wavered. He was back in your face in seconds. 

"Does that scare you?" He sneered, "You're a spoiled little brat, you know that? You should thank me for letting you live." You continued to stare straight ahead, waiting for him to get bored with his torment. He smacked you across the face with no warning. You scramble backwards into the wall. 

"Get. Up." He demanded. You were on your feet in seconds. He slammed you into the wall, his huge hand dug into your jaw. It would definitely bruise. 

"I said, You should thank me." 

"T-thank you," you managed to say. He grip tightened, 

"Thank you what?" 

"Th- Thank you si-" 

"Look at me!" He demanded, pulling your face towards him. You made eye contact for the smallest second, 

"Thank you, Sir." He let go and your feet his the ground. You gained your balance quickly and once again stared straight ahead. He stalked towards the door. 

"You have thirty minutes to prepare." He sauntered away. As soon as the lock clicked behind him, you leaned back against the wall, sighing. You rubbed your eye where he'd hit you. You cursed yourself, another shiner, great. 

You grabbed your black leather fight suit from the closet and flipped open the file, reading as you changes. You saw a picture in the file. A redheaded lady, probably in her early 20s, and a name stamped above it 'Наталья Романова' or in English, 'Natasha Romanoff'. 

The building shuddered and the lock on your door made a noise. You quickly shut the file and pulled a black t-shirt over your head. Hoping it was just a 10 minute warning and you hadn't lost track of time. You moved quickly to attention.