"I think your dangerous Agent Romanoff. I think your careless and impulsive. But foremost I think your untrustworthy"
Natasha tilted her head at the table of reporters.
"I've been called worse"
Nobody seemed amused. Natasha hated these conferences. So a couple of buildings fall in the process of saving a city, even the world. It's called collateral damage. Out of their control.
"Agent, I'm sure your aware that you can't hide everything from your past"
Do they always have to repeat the same garbage leverage?
"So I've been told"
The fake blonde pulled out an ugly green case file and pushed it in front of her.
"Agent-"
This has gone on enough.
"Linda, it's Linda right? I mean we've done this so many times it's beginning to feel pointless. Doesn't it? Your about to pull out my public knowledge file. Tell me I'm untrustworthy, tell the world I'm untrustworthy. Despite saving thousands of lives. Your going to bring up my Russian history, my past partners. Label me a traitor. That my actions must be for something bigger. There's no way I could be a hero"
Linda looked to the camera man for help. But Natasha wasn't done.
"I don't see you interrogating the Nations Captain, the Demigod, The playboy philanthropist. They seem to be invincible to this type of thing. Nobody dares to interrogate them. But you've got to interrogate somebody. Right? I know how politics works. Somebody needs the blame. So why not the Russian spy, the green guy, the archer assassin. We're easy targets to your type. You Americans are so predictable"
Natasha crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. Eyeing the camera. She waited for a response from the news anchor, from all the surrounding news anchors. But they had nothing. Natasha loved leaving a room speechless. It was power.
She stood up. Slid the ugly green file, her file, back to the fake blonde. "And for the record, this public knowledge file, it's nothing compared to the real thing" and with that, the widow walked out. And nobody got in her way.

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"Romanoff that was unprofessional. Do you hear me?"
Natasha was making her way around the S.H.I.E.L.D. Tower. Fury right on her heels. "I hear you sir" but she didn't turn around. She was just about to head into the training room when Fury caught up with her. Catching her shoulder in his grip. "You have to work on your people skills Romanoff" she raised an eyebrow at him. "You let them attack us. Banner, Barton, me, we are always the targets and body does anything about it. I don't know about the other two, but I'm not going to be those people punching bag". She shrugged Fury off her and entered the training room.

Notes

Just to start us off. don't worry, I've got a lot in store. (Obviously the prologue takes place in the future from now)