Scarlett Johansson and Her Characters (One-shots)

°𝔸 ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝔽𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 (ℕℝ)°

Physical harm, fluff, maybe angst

The stale air of the tower stunned my senses. After training with Northridge academy since the age of seven, a building this cold, boring, and yet enticing was new to me. I had been sent here in order to become part of an elite team of special people, like myself. They were smart, deadly, talented, and powerful. I had been trained my whole life to become an elite agent, but the academy decided this would be a more superior choice.

I walked through the deathly silent hallways, the smell of coffee and paperwork potent. There was the occasional agent who would pass me by with a slight glance and a small smile. I reached the end of one of the barren corridors and saw a large dark-brown wooden door. I leaned close to the door and listened, there was loud jovial noise coming from the other side. Laughing, talking, I could practically hear their smiles.

I knocked firmly against the wood, the noise stopped and I slowly opened the door. I weaseled in and looked at the people surrounding the table. A man with a goatee and a discreet smirk on his face glanced at me. He gazed at my body as if he had never seen a woman before. He cleared his throat and stood up rounding the table to get closer to me.

"You must be Y/n," he said offering me his hand.

I stared at his hand for a few seconds before he sighed and awkwardly removed his arm.

"I know who you all are, no need for introductions. When is our first mission, Anthony?" I said firmly.

Disbelief struck him and his eyes widened. He scoffed.

"Look, Princess, I don't want to be rude, but no one calls me Anthony," he scolded.

I grabbed his wrist and pinned it behind his back pulling his ear close to my mouth.

"And no one calls me Princess," I husked in his ear.

He nodded and I let go, a smirk appeared on the lips of Natalia Romanova. She stood up and walked towards me.

"How long were you trained?" she asked.

"Ten years, not including the discreet training my parents gave me throughout the early years of my childhood," I answered turning towards her.

"How many different fighting styles?" She asked.

"Approximately 19, some were combinations. My favorites are Ju-Jitsu, Karate, and Krav Ma Ga," I told her.

She nodded. Most of them just sat in awe, the rest stood up and walked close by in order to meet me. Among them, I noticed Wanda Maximoff, Bruce Banner, and Samuel Wilson.

"Wanda, Bruce, Samuel, It is very nice to see you," I said with a small smile.

"Why do you call people by their first name like that?" Wanda asked.

I stood up straight.

"Protocol 119, Address others by their first name, you are not their friend and they are not yours," I said reciting one of the many protocols from the academy.

"Wow strict, huh?" Sam remarked.

"Protocols are for order and efficiency, pleasure of any kind is earned, and fraternizing with other agents is very much against protocol," I told them.

Natalia glared at me with a quizzing look.

"That sounds a lot like the red room, where did you say you were from again?" She asked.

"I didn't, I'm from Northridge Academy. As much as it might sound like the red room, I assure you it isn't. It is an elite agency for the best of the best, if you weren't the top of the class you were nothing and if you didn't succeed every time you were a failure," I said.