𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍
❝ I really, really hate you. ❞
the time when a russian spy
lands a job at S.H.I.E.L.D...
... then gets arrested with
three other agents for a crime
they...
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━━ NATASHA ROMANOFF WAS USUALLY RIGHT ABOUT MOST THINGS, but this was an exception. An hour passed, and they still were in the elevator. Since Stark's tower was mostly made of glass -or clear plastic, Xiomara didn't care- they could see the world outside of their little space. This absolutely terrified the brunette. Not only was she terrified of heights, she could see just how far down the fall was if something were to go wrong.
The women sat in opposite corners, trying not to look through the glass. If they did, they were sure to have a panic attack. "So, Romanoff," Xiomara braided and rebraided her hair to keep the boredom away. "Where's Stark?"
"Somewhere." The woman answered nonchalantly. Her voice held a coldness that was unknown to Xiomara. Even though the two loathed each other, she had never heard Natasha bark so aggressively.
"But you said he'd be here in no-"
"I know what I said." Natasha snapped, her moss green eyes glaring at Xiomara. This was her queue to stop talking.
Although Natasha could stay in confined places for long periods of time, it didn't mean that she wanted to. She'd never admit it, but tiny, tight, stupid little spaces made her want to start sobbing. She didn't, however, and her hard front continued to cover her fear. She intended to keep doing this for as long as humanly possible, the blanket of fake indifference giving her great comfort.
What didn't comfort her was the thought of Xiomara seeing through her mask. The two had grown closer against their will, and Natasha knew Xiomara could read people, just like she could. She prided herself on keeping her pages unreadable, but what if Xiomara treated her like an open book?
As Natasha ran through different scenerios in her head, Xiomara tried to ignore the waves of nausea that threatened to knock her down. Her leg bounced up and down anxiously as she shut her eyes tightly. Her eyes only opened when she heard movement of Natasha getting up to press the shiny red emergency button.
"That's not gonna do much." Xiomara shrugged as Natasha pressed it repeatedly.
"I don't care." The Russian redhead mumbled as she mashed the button.
"You look stupid."
"Shut up."
"What? Do you want me to lie and say-"
"Oh my God, Centeno! Shut the fuck up!" Natasha yelled at her, causing the tanned woman to flinch in shock. "Just stop talking!"
