my mission

chapter 3 trapped

I spin around and am met with those same green eyes from before. "So that's what you're doing." The woman said. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked. "It seems that you borrowed my target, I need to take him." She said. "Come back in 30 minutes, maybe then he'll be available." I said with a tone of sarcasm.

She walked closer to me until she was only about 3 feet away from me and I could smell her strong, but sweet perfume. She looked me right in the eyes and after about 5 seconds which felt like 5 minutes she spoke. "You've been in my way all night spy, you shouldn't be here." she said. "Oh so you think you can just take him?" I responded. I turned my head to look at Gonzalez who was still in the chair with fear spread all over his face. "I'm not finished with him." I said as I turned my head back and smiled.

The woman smiles, tilts her head and throws her arm at me. I block her and wrap my hand around her wrist and twist her arm to turn her around. I succeeded but she loosened from my grip, spun around and managed to hit me in the face, causing me to groan. I take my knife out of my pocket on the side of my leggings and try stabbing her, but she avoids every stab. She kicks my knife out of my hand and we had some forth and back fighting motions. I hit her which made her lip bleed. She smirks and licks away the blood from the corner of her mouth. She punches me in my stomach, I lean forward and she turns me around and wraps her arm around my neck. "I wish this night had a different ending." She pants.

That is when I feel something small and sharp enter the skin on my neck. My vision starts to blur and I feel my legs getting weak. The feeling of the arm around my neck starts to fade. I feel my eyelids getting heavy and I feel dizzy. That's when the lights go out.

"All vitals are good, I don't see anything special or anything that would explain something supernatural as of right now." A mans voice speaks hazy in the background. I slightly feel something, that would likely be metal, tied around both my wrists. I pull my arms and feel that they're stuck. I then notice that my legs are tied up as well. Feeling still dizzy I start to open my eyes carefully, as the light is really bright. "I can't figure out where she is coming from." Another man is talking. "We don't know who she is. Romanoff said she was alone. We're gonna have to wait until she wakes up before we can do further research." The man from before says. "Let me know when she's awake, I'll send Romanoff here." The other man says as his footsteps fade in the distance and a door closes.

I then fully open my eyes to see a man standing behind a computer, with a glass wall between us. I look around me and only see a white wall behind me and on my right. Glass in front of me and on my left another glass wall with a white door in the middle, well secured. Great, I'm a prisoner now.

The man looks up and sees im awake. He quickly looks back at the screen, as if he's checking something and then back at me. "Where am I? Who are you?" I immediately question. "My name is Bruce Banner." He answers. "Not sure what else I can trust you with right now." He adds. I frown as he grabs something that looks like an intercom and tells, what I'm assuming is the man from before, that I'm awake. He then leaves the room outside my cell.

That's when she walks in. Her hips swaying and her red hair falling over her shoulders, slightly bouncing up and down.

She damn well knows what's she's doing and you can tell.

"So" she starts after she took a chair and sat down on the other side of the glass wall.

I keep my face expression straight, not moving a muscle.

"I know you're operation, whichever that may be, is after Gonzalez and his company."

"You got what you needed from him, so what i'm wondering is why did you not let him go yet, spy?"

I don't say anything and stay frozen on my chair. She keeps her eyes on me and I can feel them burning right through me.

She smirks

"Fine, I'll start again. What operation do you work for?" She asks.

"You're very curious." I say avoiding her questions.

"Hm yeah well I get curious when a mysterious girl gets in the way of my mission, obviously after the same guy." She replies. "Tell me spy, you wanted to get personal information out of him, didn't you?"

How would she know that?

"Whatever I wanted to know is none of your concern." I said. "How could you know I got all the information I needed?" I ask her and slightly tilt my head.

"I have my ways." She says.

"Who are you?" I ask her, getting more curious.

"Natasha Romanoff." She replies with a straight face but slightly surprised by my sudden interest.

Natasha Romanoff.

Her saying her name like that makes me feel something, an unknown feeling.

"Now tell me who you are, who do you work for and why did they send you on that mission?" She said staying sharp.

I still don't say a thing.

That's when she gets up and walks over to the door she just went through, entering the room outside my cell.

She pushes some buttons, which I'm assuming are numbers, and I hear a lock click.

My heart starts racing a little faster, realising she doesn't just have me locked in a cell but the room outside of the cell is locked as well.

She walks over to the door of my cell with a more irritated look on her face.

She opens the door, using a combination of numbers once again. She takes the chair from before with her and puts it in front of me, the back of the chair facing me. She sighs and swings her leg over the chair, sitting down. Her now facing me, only inches away, she crosses her arms resting them on the back of the chair.

"I don't have all day spy."

"Neither do I." I snap back.

The look on her face immediately showed that she did not like what I just said.

She gives me a small smile and tucks my hair behind my hair. I keep my eyes on her, still not moving. Her hand feels soft and I feel shivers down my spine.

"We can have this go two ways. One, you cooperate, we talk and we can try and work things out here. Two, you refuse and make a dumb decision." She pauses. "Choose wisely." She adds.