Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

Chapter 7

The next day at the office, Y/N was still pondering her next move. She needed more leads, more insights, and following around some of the Seven seemed like a good place to start. Her thoughts drifted to Black Noir. He was an enigma, and after last night's encounter, her curiosity about him had only grown.

She remembered seeing him in the armory, meticulously sharpening his knives. It was a chilling yet fascinating sight. Deciding to follow him, she discreetly positioned herself near the armory and waited. Noir eventually emerged, moving with his usual silent grace.

Y/N kept her distance, careful not to draw attention. Noir's movements were almost hypnotic, each step deliberate and calculated. He navigated through the building, eventually ending up in the lounge where The Deep was lounging on a sofa, yammering away.

"...and then I told her, 'Hey, babe, I'm the king of the sea,'" The Deep was saying, clearly amused by his own story. Noir stood nearby, his posture rigid. Even through the mask, Y/N could sense his irritation.

The Deep kept talking, oblivious to Noir's growing annoyance. "You know, they just don't get how tough it is being a hero in these waters. It's like, I'm doing all this hard work and—"

Noir's subtle shift in weight and the slight clenching of his fist were the only signs of his frustration. Y/N couldn't help but smirk. Even the most patient could be pushed to their limits, and Deep seemed to be a master at doing just that.

Later that day, Y/N saw Ashley approaching Noir with a stack of documents. She watched from a distance as Ashley handed them over, her expression a mixture of urgency and exasperation. The documents looked official, and Y/N's curiosity was piqued.

"These are the mission transcripts and the upcoming assignments specifically for you, very confidential documents" Ashley said, her tone brisk. "Make sure you go through them thoroughly."

Noir gave a curt nod, taking the documents without a word. As Ashley walked away, Y/N's mind raced. The documents could information, but getting her hands on them would be hard.

As Noir tucked the documents under his arm and walked off, Y/N knew she had to find a way to access them. Following Noir had already yielded some interesting insights, and now she had a new lead to chase. She just had to be careful, patient, and smart about her next move.

That evening, back at her penthouse, Y/N began to devise a plan. Noir's silence might be intimidating, but it also made him predictable in his routine. If she could figure out a way to get closer to those documents, she might uncover something significant about Vought and its darkest secrets.

That night, the city was wrapped in silence, the calm before the dawn. Black Noir returned to Y/N's penthouse, his curiosity still burning from the previous days. This time, he didn't just watch from the shadows. He moved silently across the balcony, slipping inside through the glass door. The room was dimly lit by the first light of dawn, and Y/N was fast asleep.

Noir stood above her, watching her with an intensity that would have been unsettling if she were awake. He waited, ensuring she was in a deep sleep before moving toward the room with the closed curtains. His hand reached for the doorknob, only to find it locked. He barely had time to react before Y/N stirred.

She got up to use the bathroom, and Noir quickly blended in with the shadows behind the bedroom door. His movements were swift and silent, his dark attire melding perfectly with the dim lighting. As Y/N finished in the bathroom, Noir slipped under her bed, moving like a shadow himself.

It was around 6 AM. Y/N strolled around her room, picking out an outfit for the day. She was oblivious to the intruder beneath her bed. As she changed, Noir watched her silently, his eyes following her every movement. Her bare back and some undies covering little to almost nothing as she dressed, he observed with a cold detachment, taking in every detail.

The thrill of the unknown and the potential of getting caught only added to the allure.

After what felt like an eternity, Y/N finally left her penthouse. Black Noir waited, ensuring the coast was clear before emerging from under the bed. As he stood up, something on the bed caught his eye—a pair of black laced underwear. He hesitated, analyzing the scene before reaching for them. He brought them closer to his mask, inhaling deeply before placing them back down.

Sure it was creepy but in Noir's mind, the act of smelling her underwear was easily justified. He had witnessed far darker and more disturbing behaviors among other supes.

His life was filled with violence and death, and in comparison, his interest in Y/N seemed almost innocent.

His moment of distraction was cut short by a call from Vought, announcing a meeting in 30 minutes. Noir quickly composed himself, slipping out of the penthouse the same way he had entered, leaving no trace of his presence.