Timeless (MCU x Male Reader)

Mysteries

In an abandoned factory, next to unfinished railroad tracks, three russian men are seen interrogating the Black Widow herself, Natasha Romanoff.

"This is not how I wanted the evening to go." The older looking man said in Russian.

"I know how you wanted this evening to go. Believe me, this is better." She responded, looking at him slightly.

"I'd like to know why they sent you to carry out a carrier, a stained glass and other random items." The older man said as one of his two thugs pushes her chair back a bit, holding her over the edge of a few story drop.

"I thought General Solohob was in charge of the export business." She said as the thug pulled her chair back.

"Solohob? Your reputation is quite a progression. The famous Black Widow. Nothing but a pretty face." he says as he wears a smile on his face.

"You really think I'm pretty?" She asks looking over where he turned to.

The older man is seen grabbing some tools off a table.

"We do not need the Lermontov to transfer the tanks. Tell him, well..." he turns and continues in English,"You may have to write it down."

RING RING RING

A phone rings, causing the other thug to pull it out to answer it, only to give it to the older man.

"Who the hell is..."

"You're at 114 Solenski Plaza, 3rd floor. We have an F22 exactly 8 miles out. Put the woman on the phone or I will blow up the block before you can make the lobby." Coulson orders from over the phone as the older man puts the phone against Natasha's ear, causing her to use her shoulder as support for it.

"We need you to come in."

"Are you kidding? I'm working!" She responds making the thugs look at eachother.

"This takes precedence." He responds sternly.

"I'm in the middle of an interrogation and this moron is giving me everything." She says as she looks up at the Russians.

"I don't give everything." The old man said, confused.

"Look, you can't pull me out of this right now."

"Natasha, Barton's been compromised, and we can't reach (Y/N)."

After a second of thinking, she responds. "Let me put you on hold."

Coulson was forced to listen to the sounds of russian men getting beaten up unconscious over the phone, before she picked it up again.

"Where's Barton now?" She asked, walking away with her high heels in her hand.

"We don't know."

"But he's alive."

"We think so. I'll brief you on everything when you get back. But first, we need you to talk to the big guy. And to get (Y/N)" Coulson tells her.

"Coulson, you know that Stark only trusts me about as far as he can throw me." She says with a smile.

"No, I've got Stark. You get the big guy." He tells her as she goes silent.

"Боже мой.(My god.)" She says, but before she hangs up, Coulson adds.

"That's why I want you to get (Y/N) first, it's safer that way."

.

.

.

On the outskirts close to New York City, in a secret facility, you were in your training chamber, holding your sword and looking at it intently.