Marvel One-Shot Book!

Worst Interrogation Ever

So, In this one-shot Peter is the son of Natasha and Bucky. He was friends with Wanda and Pietro in Hydra. He escaped and is the Red Widow assassin. 

I'm sad and I don't know why. It's so frustrating 'cause I feel horrible and I can't do anything about it.

⚠️ #Seduction mentioned# ⚠️

See, I wasn't a bad guy. S.H.I.E.L.D. just couldn't handle a powerful masked individual who they couldn't track. So, they deemed me an avengers level threat.

I woke up in a classic S.H.I.E.L.D. interrogation room. Ugh, the avengers had captured me. Let me catch you readers up; I am the Red Widow, a deadly assassin who was basically a ghost story, until now. I was fighting the avengers and honestly beating them, until Wanda and Pietro snuck up on me. 

I hated the Avengers. They had taken everything from me, those taken had forgotten me. My parents, my brother, my sister...they never came back. Only my mama had an excuse, she thought I was dead.

I was broken out of my thoughts when Steve Rogers and Tony Stark came in. With my senses, I noticed the others were behind the one-way glass. 

I wonder what tactic they were going to use. 

Interrogation tactic 1: Blunt force and threats. 

"Now, we will only ask you this once. What is your name and who do you work for?" Rogers asked.  

I raised an eyebrow. My mask was still on, but they could still see my expressions.

"Now, Red Widow, tell us everything you know or you'll never see the sun again. I could make your life hell" Stark threatened.

How foolish were they? I was highly trained and could escape their prisons in hours. We were trained for this exact situation. They hadn't even removed my tech. Stupid Idiots. 

They continued trying but eventually gave up.

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Then my father came in. 

Interrogation tactic 2: Sympathy and bargaining.

"Hey, I know what you've been through. We know that Hydra took you. I know the pain first-hand. If you tell us, we can help you." My face stayed neutral, contradicting my raging emotions.

"I'll help you out. I promise." he told me, trying to be sympathetic.

Something in me snapped as I fought back tears. That was what he had promised the last time. He had vowed to help me, to come back. He never came back.

His earlier words, almost identical to this time, swirled around my head. 

Dad kneeled in front of me, tears in his eyes. "I'll help you out of here. I promise."

No. I would not get fooled this time. 

My harsh voice cut through the heavy silence in the room. "No." I snarled, "You will not fool me."

He looked shocked and confused. Had he forgotten how to mask his emotions? "What do you mean?"

I leaned forward, "Figure it out, soldier."

He left.

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My mother came in and my posture visibly softened. She was the only one who had not betrayed me. She must have seen that as she smirked and sauntered forward, swaying her hips.

Oh no. Oh god. Please tell me it's not- Oh god it is. Please no. God no.

(If you want to skip, read after the next A/N. I really regret starting this. Why do you do this to me anonymous requester)