Are You Afraid Of Me? - Natasha Romanoff X Reader (G!P) (ON HOLD)

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"This is ridiculous Fury, you can't be serious!" Natasha slams her hands on the conference room table causing the glasses and pens to rattle.

"Why is it so ridiculous Natasha?!" Fury crosses his arms as Natasha glares at the man.

"They nearly killed Sam, they took over Steve's mind, and now Tony is investigating his parents death. They managed to destroy the cell, and the only person they seem to get on with is Wanda and she won't even tell us why. Why aren't you questioning this person and Wanda because they blatantly know each other." 

"If you have something to say Natasha say it to my face." Wanda's voice is laced with her thick Sokovian accent. 

"Okay I will." Natasha turns all her attention to the brunette. "Where do you know them from Wanda? Were they in Hydra in Sokovia? Were you fucking them on the side while you touched that gemstone. Maybe they are your sibling!"

"They're too old to be my sibling." Wanda scoffs under her breath.

"Sorry what was that witchy." Natasha stands from her seat, Wanda doing the same slightly towering over Natasha due to the height difference. 

"For your information they are too old to be my sibling, I wasn't fucking them on the side and they aren't from Hydra!" Natasha smirks.

"Then who are they? If they aren't family, aren't a side piece, aren't Hydra then who the fuck are they." 

"They are family." Wanda spits her words at Natasha.

"Then how do none of us know who they are?" Natasha smirks more when Wanda slumps back down into her seat.

"I can't." Wanda sighs out defeatedly.

"Can't or won't?" 

"Won't." Natasha storms out of the room at Wanda's arrogance making her way towards where the stranger is. 

She shoves the door to the interrogation room open, coming to a stop when she sees the stranger sitting criss-cross applesauce upside down while floating in the air surrounded by purple mist. The stranger notices Natasha as she slams the door closed, her body moving to face upright but remaining in the air.

"Get down." Natasha practically growled but the stranger smirked.

"Make me." Natasha took a deep breath leaning against the desk in the room looking up to the stranger. 

"Just, please. Get down. I just need to ask you some questions." Natasha's voice was soft but the stranger knew not to trust her words, but wouldn't let her know that so raised their hands in surrender and floated down into the chair.

"Ask away Agent Romanoff." Natasha pulls out her chair, sitting down and putting her feet on the table.

"Name." The stranger pouts.

"That's not how you ask Agent Romanoff. Ask me properly." Natasha grumbled in annoyance.

"Do you have a name so I can add it to your file?" Natasha says as she opens up the paper file in her lap.

"Buy me a drink first." The stranger laughed as Natasha groaned. 

"You're not above me on this. Give me a name now or I will make your life a living hell." Natasha's feet fall from the table as she leans forward leaning her arms on it. 

"Jokes on you with that one." The stranger starts to drum their fingers against the metal table.

"I just need a name."