Your Outfit

Back at the compound, you sighed softly as you stepped into your room. The first thing you did was head straight to the mirror, unbuttoning your high-collared suit and switching into something more comfortable. The dark makeup around your eyes was smudged from the long night, so you grabbed a cloth and carefully wiped it away. The cool water soothed your skin as you washed your hands, taking a moment to collect yourself.

"The Director would like you in the interrogation room," JARVIS's calm voice echoed through the room. "He said it's urgent."

You glanced up at your reflection, the corners of your lips curling into a small smile. The mission had gone smoother than you'd anticipated, and Eddie had handled himself surprisingly well—though he still had some rough edges to smooth out.

"I'll be there," you replied, adjusting your clothes and brushing back a few stray strands of hair. You took one last look at yourself in the mirror, your gaze lingering on your own smirk.

"Too easy," you muttered under your breath, the sense of triumph bubbling beneath your calm exterior. Venom and Eddie had been more than cooperative, and now you had a key informant in your grasp. Gabriel would talk—it was only a matter of time.

Satisfied, you straightened up and left the room, your steps confident as you made your way toward the interrogation room. There was still work to do. But for now, you allowed yourself a moment of pride.

Eddie had done splendidly.

As you walked through the halls, your mind wandered to him—his awkward, nervous demeanor, his sharp instincts buried under layers of self-doubt. You had seen it all tonight, how he managed to keep Venom in check, how he kept his cool despite the chaos around him.

He's learning. You thought to yourself. Slowly but surely.

When you reached the door to the interrogation room, you took a deep breath, your fingers brushing the handle.

"Showtime," you murmured, pushing the door open and stepping inside.

Inside the interrogation room, Nick Fury stood by the one-way mirror, pacing back and forth. His gaze was locked on Gabriel, who was slumped over the table, still unconscious from your little... persuasion earlier. Fury glanced at his watch impatiently, tapping it with a finger as if he could will time to move faster.

In the corner, Eddie sat on a bench, hunched over his phone. Venom's quiet grumbles could be heard if you listened closely, but Eddie seemed more focused on calming himself down than paying attention to his symbiote's complaints.

You entered the room silently, but your presence was enough to make Eddie look up. His shoulders relaxed the moment he saw you. "Hey," you greeted with a soft smile.

Fury turned, raising an eyebrow as he crossed his arms. "Took you long enough," he said dryly.

"Had to wash off the party," you quipped, tilting your head toward Gabriel. "How's Sleeping Beauty doing?"

"Still out cold," Fury muttered, glancing at the man slumped over the table. "But he'll wake up soon. And when he does..." His eye narrowed, and you could feel the weight of his words. Fury was many things, but patient wasn't one of them.

Eddie stood, shoving his phone into his pocket and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Uh, so... what happens now?" he asked, glancing between you and Fury.

You leaned against the wall, folding your arms. "Now, we wait. When he wakes up, we ask him questions. Nicely, at first." You grinned, a spark of mischief in your eyes. "And if that doesn't work..." You flexed your fingers, letting a hint of your power ripple through the air.

Eddie gulped. "Right... Let's hope it doesn't come to that."

Venom's voice growled softly from within him. "Why not? It would be fun to see her in action again."

"Shh!" Eddie hissed, waving a hand as if to shoo Venom away. "Not helping."

Fury rolled his eye. "Look, I don't care what alien brain-muncher you've got in your head, Brock. I care about results." He turned to you. "You said this guy might have ties to Hydra or Oscorp?"

You nodded, your gaze sharpening. "That's what we're here to find out. He was too chatty at that gala, dropping names he shouldn't have. I caught him talking about shipments—illegal ones."

Fury's lips pressed into a thin line. "Well, let's hope he's feeling chatty when he wakes up."

Eddie shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Gabriel. "And if he's not?"

You smirked, pushing off the wall and walking over to the table. "Then I give him a reason to talk." You leaned in close to Gabriel's ear, your voice a soft, dangerous whisper. "Time to wake up, Gabriel. We've got some things to discuss."

Eddie crossed his arms and muttered under his breath. "Remind me never to get on your bad side."

Venom chuckled. "Agreed."

SCENEBREAK

Soon enough, Gabriel stirred, groaning as he blinked his eyes open, his head lolling to the side. Confusion clouded his gaze as he took in his surroundings — the dimly lit interrogation room, the bare walls, and, most importantly, you.

"Where... where am I?" he mumbled, wincing as he sat up straighter. His voice trembled slightly, the aftereffects of your earlier "persuasion" still lingering in his mind.

You were already seated nearby, one leg crossed over the other, leaning in just close enough to make him feel uneasy. Your blindfold was snug over your eyes, your expression unreadable, but the smirk on your lips was enough to unsettle anyone.

"Oh, nowhere important, darling," you said smoothly, reaching out to gently lift his chin with two fingers. "Let's just say... you're my guest for the evening."

Gabriel flinched at your touch, but he couldn't seem to look away from you, drawn in by the mystery and danger you radiated. He swallowed hard, his pulse quickening.

Meanwhile, outside the interrogation room, Eddie paced nervously, watching through the one-way glass. His brows furrowed in confusion as he saw how you worked, your words dripping with charm, your body language controlled and deliberate.

"Why... um, why is she doing that?" Eddie asked, glancing at Fury, who stood beside him with his arms crossed.

Fury chuckled softly, his one good eye never leaving the scene inside. "She knows what she's doing. Being seductive is something she's good at."

Eddie blinked, clearly baffled. "Yeah, but... isn't that, like... weird? He's a criminal!"

Fury turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "And you've got an alien living in your head, Brock. Let's not throw stones."

Eddie scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Fair point."

Back in the room, you circled Gabriel like a predator, your steps slow and deliberate.

"So, Gabriel," you said, your voice light and playful. "Why don't you tell me what you were doing at the gala tonight?"

He shook his head quickly. "I don't know what you're talking about—"

Before he could finish, you leaned in closer, your blindfolded gaze somehow more piercing than if your eyes were visible.

"Oh, sweetheart," you cooed, your voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "We both know that's a lie. And I don't have time for lies."

Gabriel shuddered, sweat beading on his forehead. "I swear, I don't—"

You gently tapped his cheek, your touch both tender and chilling. "Try again."

Outside, Eddie glanced at Fury again. "I feel like I should be worried."

Fury just smirked. "Nah. She's got him right where she wants him."

Gabriel finally broke, words spilling from his mouth like a dam bursting under pressure. His panic was palpable, his accent slipping into a rough bark as he sat forward in the chair, eyes darting around the room.

"Alright, alright!" he growled. "I was there for Hydra! To see if we could cut a deal! Boss don't like those other connections... thinks Oscorp's too messy, too unreliable. But a Met Gala? People there are strange... desperate. Easy to find buyers and allies."

You tilted your head at his confession, your fingers tapping thoughtfully on your chin. "Hydra's getting desperate, huh? Resorting to rubbing elbows with the rich and famous. Interesting."

Gabriel gritted his teeth, realizing too late that he had said too much. "Wait—no, that's not—"

You leaned in closer, your blindfolded face unnervingly calm, your lips curling into a sly smile. "It's a little late to take it back now, darling. You've already told me what I needed to know." You straightened up, smoothing down your sleek black outfit. "Now... one more thing."

Gabriel's breath hitched. "What?"

You crouched down to his level, your voice soft but commanding. "Who's the boss you're working for? And don't lie to me. I'll know."

Gabriel glanced away, biting his lip nervously. His eyes flicked toward the one-way glass, as if hoping someone might save him, but there was no escape. With a defeated sigh, he muttered under his breath.

"Strucker. It's Wolfgang von Strucker."

Behind the glass, Eddie's jaw dropped. "Strucker? Isn't he supposed to be dead?"

Fury crossed his arms, his expression grim. "Apparently not. Looks like Hydra's more resilient than we thought."

Eddie glanced back at you through the glass, watching as you calmly processed the information. "She got him to talk. Just like that." He shook his head in disbelief. "What is she, some kind of human lie detector?"

Fury gave him a side glance, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Something like that. Y/N Gojo doesn't need her eyes to see through someone's soul."

Inside the room, you patted Gabriel on the shoulder with mock gentleness, making him flinch. "Good boy. That wasn't so hard, was it?" You stood up, smoothing your clothes before glancing toward the glass. "Alright, Nick. I think we're done here."

The door opened, and Fury strode in, his usual commanding presence filling the room. "Well done, Gojo."

You flashed him a smile. "You owe me dinner for this one, Director."

Eddie followed Fury inside, still looking bewildered. "Wait, so... we're dealing with Hydra again? Great. Just great." He rubbed the back of his neck, muttering to himself. "I knew there was a reason I hated fancy parties."

Venom's voice echoed from Eddie's shoulder. "We told you it would be boring without food."

You chuckled, waving them off. "Come on, Eddie. Let's get out of here. I'm starving, and I think we've earned ourselves a break."

As you walked out of the interrogation room, Fury called after you. "This isn't over. We'll need more intel."

You turned your head slightly, giving him a confident smirk. "Don't worry, Director. I've got this."

And with that, you and Eddie disappeared down the hall, ready to face whatever Hydra—or the universe—threw your way next.