You were working for probably, the world’s biggest fashion company, Maximoff. You were her second assistant, her first Natasha.

You tried your best, but it was never enough. Your sense of style wasn’t appreciated by anyone, apparently you didn’t have any style. So you changed, turning to Chanel, Valentino.. so on so forth.

You did your best, doing Wanda’s jobs because apparently she had ‘better’ things to be doing. You followed her around like a lost puppy sometimes, or she’d be chained to her desk, constantly picking up the phone calls or answering and sending emails.

One day, you walked out of Maximoff’s office, tears evident in your eyes. You didn’t say anything to Natasha who stared at your obvious distress. Wanda had yelled at you for not finding her a flight last night despite it being impossible with the hurricane. You sat down at your desk, Natasha’s in front of you and Wanda’s office beside you both, Natasha had heard every word Wanda screamed at you.