Hey guys, I know I know, I hardly update but this one is totally random and I totally got inspired by one picture to do this, no joke dudes; anyway, don't take this seriously, it's just a story! Hope you enjoy! 030
The day had just started and the sun rose over a rather large building that stood out surprisingly well for a supposed undercover base and if anyone saw security around the building, they would assume it was Area 51 but it of course wasn't, it was a super-secret organization cloaked in secret in a way, little was known about them and with the exception of a few people, no one knew who worked there, at least, it was not always like this.
A young red headed woman wearing a black leather suit that clung to her and on her hips were two belts that had an assortment of weapons from guns to throwing knives walked through the brightly lit halls of the building, paying little attention to the people running about like flies trying to look busy since the boss was here keeping an eye on everyone; everyone knew the woman that passed, they all waved at her and some even stopped to greet her; it was a special day for the read headed woman, today she decided to speak with some important people, an interview if you will and it was time this woman told her real story, not her cover name or title, but who she really was; just thinking about this put shivers down the woman's spine, her nerves were getting the best of her but she decided it was for the best and her boss gave her the okay, she wanted to let others know who she was; it wasn't like her true identity was a mystery, just, rather her real identity had been lost over time; the young woman had been working for this organization for some time know, since her late teens and she did a dang good job, a thought that made the girl relax and smile as she turned a corner.
The young woman couldn't help but be lost in thought about her past as she causally strolled through the halls, she realized her old life was nothing more than dream to her now, it was strange, although it gave the girl comfort that she got to keep one thing from her old life; the young girl eyed this "thing" as it walked passed her wearing a pair of black glasses and a bow and arrow on his back; a nod was exchanged between the two and the girl couldn't help but look back when he passed with a shorted breath and a sad look on her face, man had the man she knew for so many years changed, she missed the days when it was simpler, it wasn't always like this though, the man she had just seen in the hall that always seemed to wear a serious expression wasn't always so serious at all, in fact, the man she just passed was a lovable doofus at one time in their life; she forced back a snicker as she repeated the word again and covered to mouth with her hand to hide her reaction, she hadn't used that word in a while and it brought back some memories; she sighed as she looked back and watched the man she had just thought about disappear down the hall, she frowned and turned back in front her, looking down in thought again; she was only forced to snap out of it when she stopped in front her destination, the bolded words INTERRIGATION ROOM were crudely written on the door with a small barred window allowing people to see inside and underneath was the organization's symbol that adorned almost everything in the compound, including outfits; she took a breath and opened the door, eyeing the four people that sat around a table on one side and on the other, one single chair with a lone peach colored file sitting there, her code name once again boldly printed in black on the folder and the room had nothing but four cold steel walls, nothing inviting at all and the camera in the corner of the room caused her to grimace, she hoped no one was watching in, that would annoy her.
The girl slowly walked over taking a seat, leaning forward with her hands in front of her, her chin resting on them and her eyes falling on the man right in front of her, a thin man wearing a suit, the man wore a thick pair of glasses that reflected the only light in the room; she watched as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat from the fact that she was staring at him, she gave a small amused smile and then leaned back, lifting a leg and crossing it with the other, waiting for one of her interrogators to speak.
The man in the center took the folder from the woman and pulled it closer to him, coughing uncomfortably again, he opened it and started to thumb through the contents; finally, he spoke, getting a pen and leaning forward with a note pad in his hand while the others were quiet and observed from their seats.
"Okay then.." he looked down at the paper he held and read the name on top of the file "Black Widow right? let's begin, can you tell us your name?"
The girl raised an eyebrow at the question and sighed, leaning her head back to glance at a ceiling light that was lit above her for a moment, it almost seemed like a real interrogation but it of course wasn't and nobody wanted to be in this room; the woman she then crossed her arms and looked back at the interviewer.
"My name isn't Black Widow.." she shook her head and frowned, leaning back again for a moment "No.." she watched the men's reactions as she spoke, their reactions reminded her of like when a mother is reading a story to a child and it amused her; they all looked at each other with shared confusion again but the head interviewer nodded and spoke "I know, tell us your real name then mam, it says here Natasha Romanoff?"
The read head quickly shook her head again which caused the interviewers to once again exchange looks amongst each other "Natasha Romanoff isn't my name..." she shook her head again quickly and continued "No, that's just my alias given to me…" she frowned again as she thought of what to say to them, she started to have second thoughts about this but she needed to do this or it would eat at her forever, she wanted her story to finally be heard and she was tired of living a lie, she took another breath and stared at a noticeable scratch on the table quietly thinking of what to say in her head; the interviewers all exchanged confused glances as the head interviewer leaned forward in his chair to speak.
"It's alright, we understand, just take your time and tell us in the best way you know how.." The man leaned back twirling his pen through his fingers, waiting for the girl to speak; he released an impatient huff and perked when the woman finally lifted her head. The woman bit her lip gently and leaned forward, she found her resolve and with a strait stern face, started to speak and all the men leaned forward eager to hear.
"They say to see someone's story, all you have to do is look into their eyes, that eyes are like portals into ones deepest part of their soul and being and that when you look into them you can see everything you need to know about someone; but to be honest, I don't really believe that so I decided today to share with you gentlemen my real story, not the one made up by my boss as an alias and I believe the best stories are told, not read and so…" the girl leaned forward as she took in one more breath, going for it, her face still unreadable to the men looking at her "This is my story, my name and by that I mean my real name given to me at birth is Kim Possible." she gave a small smile, glad to say her real name out loud again, she hadn't used it in a while and it felt good, she finally got back to the subject at hand and continued, clearing her throat "I am here to speak to you gentlemen of SHIELD to explain my experiences before and after I met…him."
Alright, done, hope you enjoyed and I will update ASAP./
