Mischief & Malice - Chapter 5
Summary: More Nat x R
Warnings: Mentions of injuries, violence, swearing?, idk torture?, misgendering (dw they die)
A/N: We're Backkkkkkkkk
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“I just think it’s a little impractical for a so-called spy to be able to hang on to a hangar door mid-flight”, Natasha ranted.
You smile, watching your girlfriend complain about the movie while she has a piece of popcorn on her t-shirt and a smidge of chocolate on her chin.
You shrug, “It was practical, Nat. Tom Cruise was actually on the plane.”
“Yeah, but he wasn’t just holding on by his bare hands, was he?” She asked, exasperated.
You walk out of the theatre into the night sky. With Wanda on a mission, you were getting a little stir-crazy. It wasn’t exactly difficult to undo the location tracker and bribe a few federal agents. Big Jon really needed the money for his dead niece’s operation and definitely not the vacation he’s planning to go on with his mistress.
You walk down the alley. Once the two of you are deep enough not to be caught immediately, you push her against the wall and kiss the spy passionately.
You lick the chocolate off the spy’s chin, and the spy in question merely looks at you confused. “Did you just… lick something off my chin?” She asks.
You kiss her and let her taste the chocolate.
She giggles, “You could’ve just told me, detka.”
You shrug, intertwining your hands as you walk further into the street, all thoughts focused on the spy next to you.
You were so caught up in your girlfriend that you barely noticed the boy in front of you wielding a knife.
“Give me your money!” He commands, pointing his knife at you.
You and your girlfriend glance at each other and begin giggling. The giggling soon turns into rocatious laughter.
The boy stares at you both, confused and furious. He steps forward and reiterates his point, the tip of the knife inches from you.
You hold Natasha’s hand before she can move. You look at the boy coolly, looking him up and down.
You give him your weakest glare, and that’s enough for the knife to begin trembling.
“The- the money.” He repeated, his lower lip trembling in fear.
You continue to stare at him, slowly shaking your head. His breathing becomes a little heavier before he attempts to jab it into you.
Attempt is the key word. Before the boy can shift his footing, your super-hot, super-spy girlfriend already has him pinned against the wall. He lets out a panicked squeak as the knife clatters onto the ground.
You pick up the blunt, slightly rusted knife with two fingers.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me,” he pleads, “I need the money for my baby sister.”
“Is he lying?” Natasha asks, not looking at you.
You walk towards the boy, thinking about him and shake your head.
“No, he’s not.”
Natasha lets him go, watching with slight contempt as he scrambles away from you two.
You snort out a huff when he takes out another knife from his pocket and brandishes it towards the two of you.
Natasha turns to you, giving you a ‘what the fuck is wrong with this guy?’ Look. You look at him properly.
“Why are you doing this, David?” You ask him, taking a step closer.
His eyes widen at that. “H-how do you know my n-name?”
“I know everything.” You say cockily, ignoring the eye-roll your girlfriend gives you behind you.
“Except how to shut up during a movie or stop spoiling it.” She grumbles.
You turn to her incredulously, “I told you, Nat. Every movie, TV show, book, and play is spoiled for me the moment it is written. I knew about the movie before it was even released.” You snap.
Your girlfriend looks at you, unimpressed. “I didn’t need to know about the end before we even got fifteen minutes into- hey, where do you think you’re going?”
Natasha grabs a nearby abandoned shoe and throws it to the running boy, where it lands perfectly on the back of his head.
You wince as he crumples to the ground, all too familiar with the feeling. David groans for a moment, eyes widening as he realises he now has no more knives left.
Natasha scoffs at the teary-eyed look he gives the two of you.
“Please don’t hurt me. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” He begs.
You just stare at him and sigh in resignation. You help him up, giving him his knives back.
“You’re letting him go?”
“You’re letting me go?”
You nod. “You’re free to go. I mean, since you didn’t get money from us and it’s already 10:30, Bosco and his crew aren’t going to be super nice to you, are they?”
David freezes. “You know about Bosco?” He whispers.
You nod, turn around and begin to walk away.
“Wait.” He calls out.
You ignore him, holding Natasha’s arm and walking further. You hide a smirk when you hear the boy scrambling to catch up with you.
“Wait, please, I need your help. Please. I’ll do anything.” He begs, grabbing your hand.
You look at him with a raised eyebrow, slightly satisfied, snatching his hand away and shrinking back a little.
“Please help me?”
“Fine.” You concede, “but it’ll come at a cost.”
He blanches, looking at his feet. “I don’t have any money.” He mumbles.
You sigh, pretending to think about other ways. Natasha gives you a look that immediately tells you she is not buying your charade.
“Ugh, fine. No money. You work for me.” You concede.
He looks at you, confused. “What do you do for a job?”
You smirk evilly. “Nothing legal, for sure. But I promise nothing you won’t be ready for. As a bonus advanced payment, I rescue your sister and cure her little flu.”
Your smirk falls at the sight of the boy, who doesn’t hesitate to hug you. You look at Natasha with ‘help me’ eyes. The spy merely gives you the middle finger and gestures for you to hug him back.
You gently pat the boy's back, cringing when his cries turn into full-out sobs.
A few snot-filled minutes later, he stops crying. You remove a business card and hand it to him.
“Go to this address before visiting Bosco. Ask for Ennui. Do not comment on their purple shirt, or they will shoot you.”
He looks at the card and nods.
You continue, “You will also need a new name. I don’t want someone called ‘David’ working for me. There are six titles: Pride, Wrath, Gluttony, Greed, Envy, and Lust. Choose one of them. Once everything is sorted out, you and your sister will move into an apartment building I own. You will train and do whatever work Ennui assigns you. Once they think you’re ready. You work directly under me. You will have a monthly salary and bonuses given based on work. I don’t care what you do in your free time; just don’t bother me with it. If you ever get into trouble, use the phone Ennui gives you.”
Fresh tears make their way down the boy’s face. Before he can hug you again, you grab Natasha and quickly walk away. “Better go there now.” You call out, smiling at the way he runs out of the alley.
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Less than a minute inside the car, Natasha questions you.
“Why’d you go through all that trouble? You could’ve just had him arrested.” She asked, starting the car.
You sigh, “People like him and me… we don’t just get a slap on the wrist from authorities. No, he would have been facing time. Not to mention his sister. The guy pretending to be her doctor is in for a hell of a beating from Ennui. It hits too close to home for them.”
Natasha nods. “Speaking of… I noticed the whole seven deadly sins going on there. Want to tell me what that’s all about?”
You grin at the spy. “I like anime. Plus, there’s a certain irony to it.”
Nat shakes her head in amusement; her next words seem more serious than before. “Y/n, why are you hiring more people? Are you- are you building up to something? Is something going to happen?”
You look at her reassuringly, kissing her knuckles and chuckling at how red her face gets.
“I assure you, my love. There is nothing to worry about. Earth isn’t in any danger yet. As for my hiring, well, I need more done. I need a team of my own. One that isn’t as pretentious as The Avengers.”
“Riight. ‘The seven deadly sins’ isn’t pretentious at all”, Natasha says sarcastically.
You shrug. “Look, it was Ennui who wanted to be Sloth. Well, I mean. Their name is Ennui, but their title is Sloth.”
“Seems fitting.” The spy comments.
The two of you continue your banter until you get a call from Ennui.
“Why is there a snotty-nosed teenager in my office?” They hiss.
“I’m not a teenager; I’m 20.” A distant voice is heard.
You give Natasha an amused smile before speaking.
“Did he update you on his situation?”
“Yeah, the little shit very easily gave up Bosco’s operation. I know it’s your whole thing, but I always enjoy it when your plan comes together.”
You freeze at the sound of the steering wheel being gripped tighter.
“Plan?” Natasha growls.
“Well- I just- I- I thought I could get two birds with one stone, you know?” You try to explain.
“I see,” Nat says coolly.
“You know, Ms. Widow, my dear boss also hates paying for stuff. The big ol’ teddy bear they bought you was with Stark’s credit card.” Ennui chips in.
“What the fuck, dude?” You shout out.
You start fidgeting at the calm and silent demeanour your girlfriend has.
“Anyway,” Ennui continues, “Have Ae send me the recipe for this little shit’s sister’s illness.”
You sigh, knowing you’re already royally fucked.
Natasha stares ahead for a few minutes, well aware of your brewing anxiety. If she’s being honest with herself, she was never actually upset.
In fact, it’s impressive how you can plan and manipulate complete strangers into following your instructions.
“I’m sorry,” you burst out. “I- I didn’t realise this could hurt you. I just thought it would be efficient. I enjoyed our date, and I was focused on the date the entire time.”
“Sweetie, I’m not upset,” Natasha reassured, enjoying how you literally sagged back into the seat in relief.
“You do, however,” she added, “owe me big time.”
You nod immediately. “Anything. I’ll do whatever you want to make it up to you.”
“Good. I want you to come on tomorrow’s mission with me.” Natasha smiles, watching your face fall.
Fuck. The Antarctica mission. On the one hand, you’d spend an entire week with your girlfriend since Wanda was on a deep undercover mission. On the other, it was Steve’s plan, and you hated it when people told you what to do. Especially certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed Boy Scout types. You hold back a groan, giving Natasha a sullen nod.
“Hey, Y/n/n, Ennui is just about to reach. Is there a brew time, or is it one of our ready-made ones?” The AI asks from the car speakers.
“Tell them to give her 20ml of AD-616 and a mild sedative. She needs to sweat it out without getting too out of control.” you continue after a brief thought. “Also, tell Ennui to take the boy. He needs to see this to believe it. Remind them that there are twenty-seven people with the dickbag and three guards watching little Madison in the cellar. Thank you, Ae.”
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You’re finishing up your packing in Natasha’s room when you pick up the book she’s been reading and chuckle at the title. It is at that moment that Tony barges into the room without knocking.
“Going somewhere?” He asks, sitting down on the chair.
You nod. “Mission with Natasha to Antarctica.”
He scoffs. “Did you forget you’re grounded? An order directly from POTUS.”
You pause, looking at him.
“You’re right,” you admit. “Let’s change that, shall we?”
You take out your phone, type in a phone number, and make a call.
“Hey. Yes, it's me. Are you seriously asking how I got this number? Yeah, I’m tired of staying at the compound. I’m going on a mission with Natasha tomorrow. Oh, is that so? I’m already a criminal, dumbass. I’m going regardless… Fine. I’ll help you with that, but seriously, use those spies that Hollywood loves bragging about. She likes sushi. No, not caviar. Rose. Her soft point is education. Figure it out, dumbass. Yeah. It was annoying doing business with you. Bye.”
You hang up and toss the phone on the bed, continuing packing like nothing happened.
“Did- Did you just call the president a dumbass?” Tony asks, bewildered.
“Twice. And it’s not my fault. He was being dumb.” You corrected.
Tony merely lets out an impressed face before FRIDAY and lets him know that you have received a pardon and are no longer under house arrest.
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Barely an hour later, you and Natasha are discussing the mission plan when a call distracts you both. You answer it and put it on speaker, immediately on alert at the sound of gunshots.
You rush to the bathroom door, summoning your daggers. Natasha is right behind you, grabbing her gun from the bedside before rushing to your side.
You slam the door open and are immediately met with rapid gunfire and screaming. The gunfire stops as you arrive, all aimed at you. Natasha wordlessly crouches next to Ennui and David. Ennui looked pale; purple blood seemed to be oozing out of the bullet wound in their abdomen. David had tears running down his face and was clutching his unconscious sister, probably from the sedative.
Natasha glanced at where you were standing. You seemed entirely at ease, staring at the guy in the centre.
“Take me to Bosco; I shall have words with him.” You commanded.
The guy in the middle scoffed, “I ain’t gonna do nothin’, bitch”
You simply shrugged and threw the dragon dagger at him, letting his friends watch in horror as he turned to ash in agony.
You summoned the dagger back in your hand with a flourish. You casually shifted your gaze to the next person and repeated yourself.
The shooting began again; you deflected the bullets with ease as you ran back to where your group was currently hiding.
Natasha covers you, head-shots left and right. You bend down and pick Ennui up, gesturing for David to follow you.
You talk into your phone and rush through the door, David and Natasha following closely. This time, you’re at your home base in the med bay.
You lay Ennui down and tell Ae to begin the scan and give them specific serums. You turn around, and the girl is already on the table next to you.
You grab a pair of scissors and begin to cut up Madison’s shorts before David’s hand grabs your’s tightly. He’s holding a scalpel in his other hand, his body trembling. You give him a look of understanding.
“David,” you say gently, “I’m not Bosco or his goons. She’s safe. I promise. Here, how about this:” You grab Natasha’s gun and hand it to him. “You stand in the corner, out of the way. If you think I’m doing anything untoward, shoot me. How does that sound?”
The boy looks shocked but nods, going to stand in the corner. Eyes glued to your hands.
Natasha patches up Ennui’s open wound, having removed the bullet before.
It takes a little over ten minutes for all of Madison’s wounds to be looked at and treated.
David lets out a sob at the sight of his unconscious sister finally having a moment of peace. Knowing in his heart that she is safe. You drag his chair next to her bed and let the boy fall asleep.
Natasha pecks your cheek, leading your hand to the door, which automatically takes you to the armoury.
You admire the sight of the redhead resting her hip on the counter, which had small knives on display, her arms folded, and she looked at you expectantly.
It took longer than you’d like to admit to look away from the spy’s folded arms. You ignore the smirk she gives you.
“I want a gun.” She says.
You look at her, confused. “You have a gun.”
The spy shakes her head. “I want a gun like your daggers. Only for me and with certain abilities.”
You grin at the woman. “You know that I make the weapons myself, right? And I don’t do handouts. Ever.”
The spy raises an eyebrow, slowly walking towards you. Your eyes flit down to her hips and back up to her face.
“Oh, I’ll pay you back, detka.” She says, grabbing your shirt and pulling her close to you.
She leans close to you, your lips a hair’s breadth away from hers. “I’ll make sure you’re thoroughly compensated.”
You gulp, leaning back. You walk and hand her a silver gun. “Use this in the meantime. Unlimited bullets.” You say weakly.
She beams at you and takes the gun, giving it a quick once-over.
You ask her to change into a costume you made for her, more practical than anything. You inform her that you’d requested Shuri for some Vibranium fabric (she owed you) and that all of your clothes are pretty much bulletproof.
The two of you get ready and enter the factory again, where Bosco and his group are talking.
“That bitch turned Lenny into ash! We need to call our guys and kill them all.” One of the goons said.
“No need, we’re here already.” You announced, walking in, supposedly unarmed.
The two men who stood were immediately shot by the black widow, who revealed herself with far too much charisma for a small gang.
“It’s the black widow”, a guy screams, running towards her with a machete.
Natasha barely breaks a sweat, shooting him in the leg and then the head. You watch in amusement as your girlfriend kills each gang member one by one with finesse. When Natasha finishes disposing of everyone except Bosco, you point in the direction he ran, following the spy as she prowls towards him.
She did her best to ignore the dead bodies of children as she walked past the cells. Some had died a while ago, while others had fresh pools of blood surrounding them.
“Help”
The spy freezes; the voice had come from the little boy in the last cellar. His wounds were fresh, too fresh. He had been shot mere minutes ago.
“Can you help him?” She asks you softly, acknowledging the soft ‘It’s too late’ from behind her.
“Give me your dagger.” She says quietly.
You wordlessly hand her the serpent dagger, still amazed that she isn’t dead just by coming in contact with the handle.
She walks past you as you kneel towards the child, gently closing his eyes and covering his face.
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You walk in to see the man holding his hands in surrender, sweating from head to toe. Natasha stands eerily still, eyes fixated on him.
“Miss Romanoff, I can explain..” He says weakly, his eyes dart to you as you enter the room.
“It was them!” He screeches, pointing at you. “They were my boss. They told me to do all this, and they wanted us to take each other down. I don’t know if you know this, but they’re the mastermind behind all this!”
You snort in amusement, “As if any, even all your organisation together could hold a candle against Natasha.”
Bosco freezes, his eyes darting between you and Natasha, attempting to figure out the relationship between the two of you.
You merely bring your index finger to your lips, then proceed to point it to the ex-assassin.
“You are disgusting.” Natasha spits out, her grip tightening on the dagger.
Bosco’s eyes widen when he realises that it’s one of yours. Before the man could begin to beg, Natasha moved faster than he could react, slicing his Achilles tendon.
You sit at a table and watch Natasha use her skills, which she hasn’t used in years.
It takes another half an hour for Bosco to take his last breath, sent to the afterlife that would hopefully bring him more pain than the past few minutes of his life did.
You walk beside Natasha as you open one of the shabby doors. Thankfully, it was good enough that the sigils worked, and you were able to enter your bedroom, heading straight for the bathroom.
Natasha didn’t utter a word, her posture stiff and her gaze unfocused. You helped her remove her clothes, quickly shedding your own and guiding her to the shower.
It was when you were shampooing her hair that she finally came to, immediately turning around and breaking down in your arms.
You said nothing; just held her as the sobs eventually died down. The two of you finished getting ready for bed.
It was abundantly clear that your girlfriends preferred your base to the compound; it was the most secure place on the planet. More than that, it was yours.
You held Natasha as the two of you slowly fell asleep, vowing to protect her no matter what.
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