DARED BY MS ROMANOFF | Marvel AU | Natasha Romanoff X Reader X Wanda Maximoff

1

I look up at a building. 'Romanoff Designs' it reads at the top. I've always wanted to design for this company, it's so close I can taste it. All I have to do is ace this interview which I can do. I was the best in my class in a very high-class art & fashion university. "Thank you." I pay the cab driver and get out of the taxi. I check my watch. 8:58, exactly on time. I straighten my blouse and quickly fix my hair, then step into the building. I approach the front desk.

"Hello, my name is Y/N Y/L/N I'm here for an interview with Miss Romanoff." I say. "Of course. You'll find her on the 18th floor." The lady at the front desk replied cheerfully. "Thanks." I say with a smile.

I get into the elevator slightly mesmerized by all of the buttons and push the 18th one. When the doors open I'm greeted by a crowd of desks with people working on designs and styles. I walk over to a woman and tap her on the shoulder.

"Excuse me," I ask. "Where could I find Miss Romanoff?" She turned around and I was greeted by a familiar face.

"Y/N?" She smiles at me. "What are you doing here?"

"Wanda?! Hey." I smiled back. "It's been a while."

"Yes it has." She puts the large stack of papers she was holding down on a nearby desk.

"Do you know where Miss Romanoff would be?" I ask.

"Of course. Just over there." She points to a closed door at the front of the room. "You have an interview with her?"

"Yeah, I do. This has always been my dream job and I'm just this close to getting it." I chuckle.

"Here's a tip, Romanoff requires professionalism and elegance. She's a perfectionist and adores good work ethic, so that might help you impress her." She tucks a loose piece of hair behind my ear.

"Thank you, Wanda." I smiled and look down at my outfit.

"Good luck. I'd love for you to be working here with us." She said bringing my focus back to her.

"Yes, yes! Me too. I'd better go, I'm kinda late." I nod and briefly brush myself off. "See you."

She waved back at me and picked up the papers. "See ya."

I look through the small crack in the door to see Miss Romanoff sitting at a desk working on her laptop. Her red hair looked silky and was curled to perfection. She wore a fabulous black dress and thin white blouse. I knocked on the door and stepped back trying to stand as confident as I could.

"Y/N Y/L/N. Come inside." She opens the door and invites me inside. I pull a chair out and she quickly closes her laptop.

"I adore your work, Miss Romanoff. It's am honour to just be here right now." I tried to say in the most professional tone I could.

"Yes it is Miss Y/L/N, and you show up late." She looks at me, but I can't read her. I struggle to find my words for a second and then check my watch. 9:06. I looked back up at her.

"Miss Romanoff, if I may. It's only 5 minutes. I was on time, I just got distracted." My confidence was shattered as that was not a good first impression.

"So you're saying you get easily distracted?" She questions and grabs a file out of her desk drawer.

"No!" I loudly blurt out then quickly calm myself down, she stares at me in confusion. "No. That's not what I mean at all. I promise you I am professional, elegant and I'm such a harder worker." I straightened my posture. She continues to read my file, not acknowledging what I said. After a moment she closes it and her eyes meet mine.

" I'll look over the fact you were late only because your file is so immaculate. Top of your class in university and perfect grades." She says, even though her tone is still neutral.