Unpredictable

Will They? Won't They?

Maya POV

I rush forward, pinning the red head to the wall by the door, making her drop her weapon. "You should know better, little girl." I place my hand around her throat, "You know what I could do to you." I could feel Natasha's breathe hitch for a moment, before she steeled her looks.

"I am not that little girl anymore, Maya. You can't put your hands on me and think you can get away with it." She said, a little breathlessly.

I chuckle darkly, moving my lips to her ear, "That is where you're wrong, little Natalia Alianovna. I know you've read up about me, I have gone through my villian era, I can always go back. Everyone would think me strong, getting rid of The Black Widow." I make sure my lips are touching her ear with every word.

"You're wrong, you forget, I know the real you." Natasha said, moving her head closer to my ear, her hand going to my waist, "Mariya Sidorova."

I let her go and step back, anger on my face, "You." I say strongly, pointing to her smirking face, "Can never call me that. Again." I turn and walk to my desk.

"You spin such a sad tale on how everything went down don't you. I bet your "friend" knows nothing of who you really were." Natasha goaded, walking slowly towards me, "How much of a whore you we-"

I had slapped her, hard, we were both breathing hard, I hear her laugh.

"You haven't changed one bit. You're still the 16 year old, letting her emotions guide her, her anger." Natasha looked at me, saying this, rubbing her cheek. "You're still weak." She said laughing.

I shook my head, "You have no right."

"I have no right?!" She yelled, "You strung everyone along like a puppet, you are still doing it. No one knows who you really are."

I walk to stand in front of her, "And who exactly am I? What do you think you know?"

She looks me in my eyes, never wavering, "You are Mariya Sidorova, you were there and then you weren't. You are just a selfish and hurtful woman and you don't care who gets hurt."

I grab her hand, she flinches, I keep hold of the soft hand, "You're wrong, I do care. There were so many people I could have hurt but didn't. May I recall a certain Agent Hill."

She pulls her hand out of mine, eyes squinting in disapproval at me, "You followed me?"

I laugh, loud, "It's not following, Natalia, if you are practically having sex in my club!" I yell.

She turns to the small bar in my office, picking up a crystal bottle of burboun before throwing it at me. It flew past me, smashing against the wall.

"If I had known it was YOUR club I would never had done it! If I had known your ties in S.H.E.I.L.D I would have never joined! You ruined me, you never cared, I was just another girl for you!" She through another bottle and glasses at me with every sentence.

The door threw open and there stood my personal bouncer and Carol. I shook my head and shooed them away. They closed the door and it was silence, apart from Natasha's heavy breathing.

I move to pick up the big pieces of glass that was behind me, I chuckle, "And you say I have anger."

"Shut up!" She yelled, hurling another glass at me, it smashes on the wall and a part cuts my arm.

I slowly stand, I walk behind my desk, open up a drawer and pull out a dressing. I dress my wound and look at the red head.

"Are you done?" I ask, sitting in my chair, eyebrow raised.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you fighting me?" She asked, pacing in front of the desk, fists clenching and unclenching.

"Why would I?" I watch her, my eyes following her movements, analysing her body language.

The red head growls in frustration, "I threw shit at you, I hurt you, I damaged your property."

I raise an eyebrow again, "And what? You want to go over my knee and have me punish you?" I smirk when I see a blush rising up her neck. I soften my gaze and look at her, "Natasha, it has been a long time, there are a lot of emotions. You slapped me and I slapped you, that is that. We need to learn to get past this and work together, if you would rather, I will not work with the Avengers, I will only stand by Fury's side."

Natasha sighed, "That's the first time you called me Natasha."

"It is your name, is it not?" I ask, "I will refrain from bring the past into the present."

She nodded, moving to where she dropped her weapon. "It would help, you stepping away from the Avengers." I nodded, not saying a word, "I am," she paused, like the next thing she was going to say would hurt her, "Sorry. It has been a long time and a lot of emotions were brought back, I acted like a child, I will pay for any damages, just send it my way." I nodded again and watched as she nodded and left the room, closing the door behind her.

I slump in my chair, hands going to my hair. I lean forward, elbows on the desk, head in hands.

"Fuck."

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Natasha POV

I lean back on the closed door, "Shit."

Feeling eyes on me, I see the man and the blonde woman from before watching me. I stand straight, moved to walk past them. I walk down the stairs, the music deafening, thumping through the walls and floor.

I feel someone grab my hand, I look back, heart skipping a few beats. It was Steve Rogers, I let out a breath, give him a small smile.

"Hi, Soilder." I say in his ear, "What are you doing here?"

"Tony demanded a night out." Steve answered, holding his hand out for me with a stupid smile on his face.

I smile back, "Let's go, Captain."