The Prisoner | Natasha x OC

Chapter: Thirty-Three

"I have learned now that while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt, those who keep silent hurt more."
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Hundreds of tvs lined the walls, the air clean and smelling the way every corporate office did.

Almost every chair was filled by an agent of some kind, typing away at things and speaking into microphones attached to their heads. And each person wore business attire. It was enough to drive anyone crazy.

In the middle of the room was a clear and soundproof box with a table and chairs. And if you looked you could see a TV in the corner too.

Natasha strode past it all and made her way to another room.
He was seated in a chair on his phone... without Natara. Surprising.
She'd actually come looking for her partner but now decided to use the opportunity while she had it.

"I guess when you said you'd do it yourself you meant you'd... do it yourself." Taking a seat across from the King, he slowly put his phone down.

They sat on opposing chairs, a table filled with two picture frames next to his. Natasha wondered where Tara was, the indent still marking her chair made her think the assassin had only just left.

T'Challa took her in carefully, fingers playing with the phone in his hand. "You are not used to the truth, are you?"

She ignored the statement. "I got a look at your suit. Vibranium weave. I'm very impressed." She tried her hardest to remain cool and casual. "You realize this puts you under the accords jurisdiction."

His suit was one she'd looked at for ages before she'd realized something else about it. It looked undoubtedly similar to Natara's. She was sure they'd been made by the same person and judging by how close the two seemed, that realization didn't surprise her as much as if would've yesterday.

But what it didn't answer was how someone who'd been a prisoner had had a suit made by the same person as the now King. And who, frankly, seemed closer to said king more than she did anyone else.

"How long do your psychological evaluations usually take?"

"Why, you bored?" A smirk played on her lips.

"Not currently... but my prisoner and I have a plane to catch."

Worry surged inside of her before she realized he'd been talking about Barnes. Stupid. "I realize you're not one for politics, I think there's a chance you may being a bit naive."

T'Challa's head raised only slightly and he took her in in a new light. He realized now that the constant sensual smirk she wore and the green eyes that never looked away from his own might be as much a cover as her subtle yet inviting tone. Or maybe that was just her personality.
Either way, lesser men and women would see that and miss the smart and cunning underneath, which he saw now.

He had no doubt Natasha Romanoff had a good heart and liked to tell herself what she was doing was right. But he had to question just how far she'd go believing in that moral compass of hers.

But still, she'd just called him naive. It was something most others weren't brave enough to. For that he respected her.

Loud clapping cut short their conversation.
"Congratulations, your highness."
But both T'Challa and Nat only looked at each other.
"He got extradition."