MADNESS | MARVEL

CHAPTER SIX

"You know, this is getting old. The whole knocking me out every time you want to do something," the ginger drawled out as she came to, rolling her neck and popping a couple of her joints to relive the built up tension. She looked around and saw that she was in an interrogation room of some sorts, but without the table. She was strapped to a chair- the only chair in the room- and was facing the mirror wall in front of her, only it wasn't a mirror, but a one-way window. 

"Nobody's gonna talk? Come on... a little social interaction won't kill anyone. Well, I mean a lot of people who interacted with me end up dead... so I guess I see your point," she huffed, trying to get comfortable in the stiff metal chair. She rolled her head back so it hung over the top of the chair, and began whistling- quite loudly. The door on the far left corner slid open to reveal a red head, a very angry and annoyed red head. "Finally, I thought I'd be alone here. Your name is?"

"Natasha Romanoff, you?" Agent Romanoff tried to be casual, hoping that the girl would slip up and reveal her name. 

"It doesn't work that way silly, I gave you the first letter of my first name and you're supposed to figure out the rest. It's all apart of the game!" the ginger exclaimed, a bright, wide toothy smile on her face.

"Yes, you and your games," Natasha scoffed, tilting her head to the side a little, as if hearing something, which she probably was via earpiece. "Let's play a game, shall we?"

"Yes, please! I've been very bored lately," the ginger pouted, eyes widening in surprise when the redhead strode forward and slammed her fist into the younger girl's jaw. The ginger's head jerked to the side, feeling blood pool in her mouth as her tongue was involuntarily bitten. 

"Here are the rules: you answer all my questions honestly, you don't get hit. You don't answer... well you saw what would happen. We're done being patient with you- you either give us what we want, or suffer through the consequences. This is happening off the record, so I have permission to do whatever I want to get you to talk," Natasha gave the girl before her a smirk, and stood back, fists clenched by her side.

"I don't like this game very much," the ginger muttered, groaning when Natasha landed another punch on her jaw. 

"Comments like that are also not allowed," the ginger rolled her eyes and muttered a soft, 'you don't say.' 

"Alright, now that you know the rules, we'll start simple: what's you name- full name?" Natasha asked, cracking her knuckles and taking off her leather jacket, leaving her in only her SHIELD catsuit in the chilly room.

"Well, I already gave you a hint: it starts with the letter B. So, I don't know what else you want from me? I already made it clear that you have to guess!" The ginger- B- stated with exasperation. Her head snapped back when Natasha landed an uppercut, and her body jerked forward when the agent slammed her foot into her side, landing a solid kick on her ribs. 

"You're making this way harder that it has to be," Natasha commented, no remorse present on her face as she surveyed the teenager before her spit blood from her mouth and take in small, shallow breaths as her face contorted in pain. 

"You're the one who doesn't understand the idea of guessing," B groaned as an elbow was smashed onto her nose, and double fists catching her sternum. Natasha then pulled out a dagger from her boot, and turned it over in her hand, the light catching the shiny, sharp metal edge. When B didn't give up her name, Natasha moved forward and was about to use the sharp weapon in her hand when the younger of the two cried out.

"Wait!" The agent paused, lowering her dagger and raising an eyebrow. The ginger took a deep breath and then let out a chuckle. "I figured out what I wanted to be called...The Executioner. Fitting, right?"