Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

Chapter 4

After a busy day, Y/N was called into a meeting by Ashley and the board. As she entered the boardroom, Ashley was already seated, flipping through papers. The board members were gathered, ready for the discussion.

"Hey, Y/N, have a seat," Ashley said, gesturing to an empty chair.

Y/N sat down, preparing for the meeting. Nathaniel began speaking. "We need you to handle the A-Train interview footage. He's got a new TV show launching, and we want to make sure the promo is top-notch."

Y/N nodded. "Got it. What's the angle?"

Ashley added, "Focus on his achievements and personal insights. Make him come across as a hero. We need the public to see him as more than just a superhero—emphasize his personal side."

Nathaniel chimed in, "Yes, and remember, it needs to be polished and engaging. Make it pop."

"Understood," Y/N replied. "I'll get to work on it."

The meeting ended, and Y/N headed back to her office. As she was wrapping up some tasks, she decided to take a break and grab a coffee from the break room. On her way there, she stepped into the elevator and, to her surprise, found Black Noir already inside.

The elevator doors slid shut, trapping them in the small space together. Y/N glanced at Black Noir, who stood silently, his dark eyes hidden behind his mask.

Y/N thought to herself, What is it with him and elevators? The thought was interrupted by the tense silence between them. She forced a casual smile and tried to make small talk.

"So, how's your day going?" she asked, trying to break the ice.

Black Noir didn't respond, his gaze fixed ahead. The silence was thick, almost awkward. Y/N could feel her heart rate quicken as the moments dragged on. She tried not to let her discomfort show, but it was clear that Black Noir's presence was making her uneasy.

Black Noir was keenly aware of her rapid heartbeat. The sound was pleasing to him, a subtle confirmation of the power he held over the situation, over her. He found it intriguing that she was trying to connect with him despite clearly being intimidated.

"Uh okay." she quickly tried making it less awkward but miserably failed.

Black Noir didn't answer, but his head slowly turned, analyzing her carefully from head to toe. Y/N felt a shiver as his gaze lingered longer than necessary. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the unsettling sensation.

The tension in the elevator was thick. Y/N's heart raced faster, her anxiety increasing under his intense stare. Black Noir's eyes were hidden, but she could almost feel the weight of his observation. He seemed to take in every detail of her appearance, his silent examination making her even more nervous.

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Y/N, feeling the intense pressure lift, gave a small, tight smile. "Well, see you around," she said, stepping out quickly.

As the doors closed behind her, Y/N let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. The encounter had been awkward and charged, leaving her with a lingering sense of unease. Black Noir's scrutiny had been unsettling, and she couldn't shake the feeling that he was watching her more closely than she'd expected.

As Black Noir walked down the hallway, he replayed the elevator encounter in his mind. Y/N's attempt at small talk. The sound of her rapid heartbeat had been a subtle reminder of the power he held without uttering a word.

She's trying to put on a brave face, but I can see right through it, Noir thought. The more she tries, the more interesting this will get.

He reached the meeting room where The Seven were assembled. Homelander was at the head of the table, looking less than pleased. His gaze swept over the team, his disappointment palpable.

"Let's get straight to it," Homelander said, his voice dripping with frustration. "I'm not happy with how things are going. Some of you are barely cutting it. Except you, Noir, good job bud."

The room fell silent. Black Noir stood at the back, his expression unreadable behind his mask. He took some satisfaction in the fact that Homelander praised him. That was a small victory.

Homelander's eyes eventually landed on Noir. "Noir, you're on cleanup duty for the next mission. It's a job that requires precision and a certain level of ruthlessness—qualities that seem to be in short supply around here." he rolled his eyes.

Noir nodded once, a small gesture that spoke volumes.

As he left the meeting room, Noir felt a surge of pride. Cleanup work was where he excelled, dealing with the aftermath that others shied away from. It was a task that reinforced his unique position within The Seven, a role that made him indispensable.

His thoughts drifted back to Y/N. Her being minor distraction, but an interesting one. He planned to keep an eye on her. Her presence in the office was a new factor, and he was curious to see how she would fit in to Vought.