Romanova [COMPLETED STORY]

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  Tony let me keep the wad of cash, he said I earned it. I love how he thinks it was such a big deal, it took me like two seconds. I just looked at the cameras, saw his password and did it myself. Crazy, for a genius he's pretty stupid. I had it in my drawer in case I needed it, especially for when Nick kicked me off the team.

  What could I do that would make Fury really mad? Steal something of his? Maybe, but I could do better. Compromise a mission? That would hurt the others though. I'd think of something when the time came. For now, I'm going to start small. Make annoying comments, ask dumb questions, just be a little bitch. Basically, just be a more annoying version of Tony.
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  My first meeting was today, in ten minutes to be exact. Tony knocked on my door and lead to me to conference room.

  "Don't ruin this Nikita," he said right before he opened the door for me.

  I sat down next to Tony and Wanda and faced the front of the room. Director Fury wasn't here yet, so everyone was just making small talk. I hated small talk. It was just a tad bit annoying. I want to train, to hangout by myself, at my own place. They were literally keeping me hostage here, wasn't that illegal? Maybe I can sue that Director guy.

  The meeting started in like I don't know, a minute and this guy still wasn't here. I was about to get up and leave when the door clicked. Everyone turned to look and guess who? Director Fury.

  "Nice of you to show up," I said.

  "Nice of you to join the team."

  "Thanks," I winked at him and he rolled his eye.

  He went over stats and other boring stuff that I had absolutely no interest in. I kept zoning out and not playing attention at all really. How often did I have to suffer through these? He's been droning on and on for hours by now I think. How many more words could he have to say?

  "Nikita you with us?"

  "Not at all," I snapped back to reality.

  "Great," Nick kept talking while I pretended to understand.

  I don't think they get that I'm not understanding any of these words that they're using. They're talking about all these weapons and fighting and stuff but I'm so lost. Like I know the word bomb and shit but that's pretty much it. Like, you make me join this team of adult preschoolers and you make me suffer through these meetings? That's just plain cruel.

  I was about 110 years old by the time he stopped talking. The second the word dismissed left his mouth I was halfway to my room. That was probably the most boring thing I witnessed. That probably had nothing to do with me so I really wasn't listening. To anything.

  I closed my door when someone knocked on it almost instantaneously.

  "Come in," Tony opened the door.

  "Hey tin can, what's up?"

  "Creative. How was your first meeting?"

  "40 years long."

  "It was 15 minutes?"

  "Really? That was the most boring thing I've ever experienced I think."

  "It wasn't that bad. You understand what you have to do?"

  "I have to do something?"

  "Oh my god Nikita. Yes you have to do something. You're going back to Russia."