Red Rooms Black Canary (ON HOLD)

Chapter Three: Code of Silence

Natasha stood with her arms crossed as she looked through the glass at the woman inside. She was beautiful with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. She sat straight up against the concrete wall, her legs crossed under her. It looked as if she was meditating. Steve walked up looking over at Natasha. "Do you recognize her?"

"Something about her is familiar but I can't tell."

"How do we break her?"

"Well, she looks like a widow."

"What about Budapest?"

Natasha shrugged "I know I thought so too but look at her. Look at the way she sits, the way she breathes, it's all calculated."

"Is there a way to break her?"

"You guys got to me didn't you?"

"That was Clint."

"Still. Well, figure out a way."

"And if we don't?"

"Maybe Wanda can do something."

"And if even that doesn't work?"

"She'll stay here. Locked away."

Natasha turned away from him walking out the door and into the interrogation room. She paused at the door for just a second before she walked in, the only sound in the room was her boots beating on the tile floor. Her hand reached out for the metal chair pulling it around the table, its legs making a loud noise in the otherwise silent room as it scratched across the tile. She took a gentle seat letting the chair rumble and groan as she sat. She sat forward letting her eyes drink in the woman in front of her."What is your name?"

Silence. The unknown woman not daring to move even an inch.

"Who sent you?"

Silence.

"Are you a Widow in Dreakovs Red Room?"

Silence.

Natasha did that exact thing for three days. She would come inside, sit in front of the woman and ask the same three questions. 

The chair squeaked and rumbled "What is your name?"

Silence.

"Who sent you?"

Silence.

"Are you a Widow in Dreakovs Red Room?"

Silence.

Again,

"What is your name?" 

Silence. 

"Who sent you?" Same tone, same pitch, same fluctuation, no wavering

Silence. 

"Are you a Widow in Dreakovs Red Room?"

Silence.

Again, the silence now starting to have a sound,

"What is your name?"

Silence. 

"Who sent you?"

Silence.

"Are you a Widow in Dreakovs Red Room?"

Silence.

The woman didn't move, didn't eat, didn't even drink. After the third day, Natasha just stood on the other side of the observation window contemplating her next move. Wanda came beside her gently "How is it going?" her accent was no longer thick on her tongue thanks to Natasha.