Chapter 7

Answer me

"Okay, what do you want to know about me?" Asked Natasha.

---------------------------------------------interrogation your POV---------------------------------

"Well, lets start simple." You Said. "Your name."

"I would figure a government agency with the power to find me, would already know my name." Said the black widow.

"Fine. Is your name Nadine Roman or Tsarina or Oktober or Laura Matthers or Nancy Rushman, maybe it's Black Pearl, Natalia Shostakova, Natuska, or Czarina." You said, you watched the black widows face as she appeared to be slightly shocked.

"You certainly have done your research. But I am afraid-" You cut off the black widow.

"afraid none of those are your real name? Yes I am aware. You are the black widow, for a matter of fact I am willing to bet my life your name is either Natalia Romanov or Natasha Romanoff." You said with amusement as the widow's shocked expression grew a little. Clearly she had underestimated the agency.

"Actually I think I have some more questions." She said

"I want you to answer my question before we continue on." You said.

"You can call me whatever you want." The widow spat.

"Wow, talk about being a bit protective, I thought I asked for your name not every last secret in your entire life." You said, You walked to the back of the chair the widow was tied to, you were now out of her sight. You knew this would cause extra caution and raise fear levels in a persons mind when the person interrogating them could not directly be seen by them but could still hit them without the knowledge of it coming. You were going to try and get information off of fear and just generally being nice. You did not want to have to use your last resort card, Ivan, believed to be family of sorts based on the call.

"It's both" Said Natasha.

"Both? So you have to names." You questioned a bit confused.

"Yes I am Natalia Romanov, but I tend to go by Natasha Romanoff for my real name."

"Okay, both names start with Nat so can I just call you Nat?" You asked

"No, you know you use it." Said Natasha

"Okay, have it your way Natasha." You said "So what question did you want to ask me earlier?"

"What all do you know about me? Also what is your real name?" Asked Natasha

"Well beyond all of your various names and what you do for a living, not much, we do know about some of your missions." You stated. "And my name is (f/n) I'm not going to tell you my last because I did that before with someone and my family ended up dead." You had moved back in front of Natasha as you started talking getting bored of not seeing her expressions. When you said your family was dead the shock from before returned into her eye with a bit of… 'sorrow? No. she has no reason to pity me.' you thought.

"Well, (f/n), I don't have any more questions." Said Natasha

"Okay then. Who do you work for?" You asked.

"Currently? Or have worked for in the past too?" Asked Natasha.

"Now and in the past." You said.

"Soviet intelligence, black widow program, kgb, red room." She said a bit coldly all emotion being wiped from her face. "That's probably the only real thing you needed to get for information so send your pale Hawkeye in to finish this. I will answer no more questions." Said Natasha. This took you a bit by surprise but you didn't show it. But you kept to the act of gaining some trust.

"Actually you're right that's was what information I was told to get. But I do have questions of my own unless you're really are oh so eager to die." You said.

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