Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

The Family Business Ch. 3

You could feel Natasha's eyes on you as you worked. It was tedious work, but you typed away with a smile on your face regardless. You thought that maybe she'd pick up her phone or something, but she seemed to just watch you.

"You want to ask me something or you just going to keep staring?" You kept your eyes on the computer screen as you addressed her.

"You're different than Wanda said you'd be," was all that she said.

You finally looked at the red head, "Well like I said, it's been a while since she has seen me. A lot has changed in the years she's been gone."

"Like what?"

You paused your work to give Natasha your full attention. You sat back fully in your chair pondering back to the last time you saw Wanda. "Well, she left before I graduated. Back then I thought I was going to take my degrees, find an honest job, and live a normal life. I was fragile, even after the self-defense training. I hadn't held a gun, I hadn't hacked into anything, I was just a little girl."

"And now?"

You gesture around you, "Now, I have this nice office. I crunch numbers for the most high-profile company in town, that just happens to be a front for a criminal organization. I have 2 degrees, I can defend my family and myself, I've shot a gun more times than I can count, and I could hack into anything that you could imagine."

"You've got a ledger?" The line about the gun seemed to stick out to Natasha.

You shrug your shoulders, "I've carried my weight."

"How many?"

The question startles you a bit. It was so candid as if she was asking about the weather. You could see them, the people you had killed. It wasn't a large number, not even in the double digits, but still.

"7." You don't know what compelled you to keep speaking," I remember all of them. What is it they say about the first one? You will never forget it. I was 20, it was before I joined the organization. Pietro had dragged me to some party."

"I take it you weren't a party animal back then?"

You chuckle and shake your head, "Not even a little so I did what everyone does to get comfortable at a party. I took a few shots, it was stupid. As a light weight and someone not of legal drinking age, I should've been more careful. The shots had loosened me up, so I was enjoying the party for awhile. I lost Pietro at some point, but I was too drunk to notice."

You see Natasha frown a bit, but you continue, "The host of party finds me on the dance floor. We dance for a while; we don't say much, just hi. Someone spilled a drink on me while we were dancing. He offered to get me a new shirt. Like the innocent little idiot I was, I followed him up to his room."

You paused, almost feeling like you were back in that moment. You could feel everything again, your skin was hot and sweaty, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, you could feel him on you.

Natasha could sense she lost you to the memory. She got up from the couch in your office to make her way towards you. She took a seat on the edge of your desk and pulled your hands into hers. "What happened in his room?"

"He tried to take advantage of me. He tore my shirt off just so his gross hands could grope my skin. He pulled me against him fiddled with his belt before trying mine. His breath was hot on my neck as he peppered kisses on my collarbone. When his hand slipped into my pants, is when it really clicked in my head. I had told him to stop, but he wouldn't. You know the kind of guys that say, 'you want this' or 'you teased me all night' or 'You're the one half naked in my room'. He was one of those, no wasn't going to cut it."