Summary - You are a conwoman in madripur. Surviving on easy money here and there. What if one of your last victims turns out to be a man of Power Broker? What if the deranged woman takes special interest in you in a game of Russian Roulette? Will you ever be able to leave?
A/N - Posting again for the 🍁 anon. Hope you enjoy it!
Thank you everyone for reading it! Feel free to send ask about Dark Sharon. I might repost it is a Mob Natasha AU in future but not sure. Give your opinion. Would love to hear it.
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"It was as easy as stealing a candy from a baby." You were in the downtown club of Madripur, boasting about a made-up story after your fourth drink.
"Didn't she notice at all?" Someone among the circle of people asked, bewildered at what he was listening from you.
"Of course she did!" You answered before adding with a laugh, "The next time she decided to check time in her fancy missing gold watch! How smart do you think a blonde bimbo could be?" You asked and the people around you snickered. You were born and raised in Madripur, surviving the cruel streets through the art of pit pocketing and conmanship.
Unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes have been fixated on you the moment you started telling your story about stealing from right under the Power Broker's nose.
"Powerbroker or not, she is one dumb bit-"
"Excuse me, ma'am, could you please come in the back with us?"
"What? Why?" You asked your eyes darting around but you knew very well to not expect help from the people with you. Madripur is known for saving your skin in times of danger. Selfishness runs through the veins of these people. Everyone for themselves.
Before you could do anything, the bumper grabbed your arm pulling you up, making you spill your drink on yourself, the cloth material sticking to your chest, the cold from the drink making your nipples harden to add to your embarrassment. "You will see."
"Let go of me! I can walk myself!" You struggled but in vain as they continued to walk, pushing through the gates at the back, the music from the club muffled through the several doors they dragged you through, pushing you inside a big room and closing the doors from outside.
"What the hell?! Open the doors!" You yelled banging on the door when they showed no response you stopped and looked around, finally taking in your surrounding. It was an empty room with a table in the middle and two chairs. No windows, no exit you could use to escape except the door.
After several minutes of just staring at the chairs, you decided to sit down and think of the reason, you were put in here. "Fuck this..." You muttered pushing the sticking material away from your soaked chest, shuddering slightly at the coldness.
Suddenly the door opened and in came a blonde woman with three men behind her, the two men holding the other by the arms, he looked in a way worse condition than you and you gulped as fear clouded your mind. Being a con-woman and pit pocketing was the safest choice of an occupation in Madripur according to you but seeing where it landed you, you weren't sure anymore.
You instantly stood up, watching them with alert eyes, the woman snapped her fingers and the men pushed the beaten guy down on the chair next to you, you flinched by the force he was pushed down with and slowly glanced at the woman who raised a sharp eyebrow at you, gesturing toward the chair and you slowly settled yourself down. Still not understanding why you were here at all.
"They were the only conmen present at that day, power broker." The bald man with many tattoos spoke to the woman and you could feel all your blood leaving your face. No one really actually knows the Power Broker by face, if she was revealing herself to you two then one thing was clear. You two were not going to leave this room alive.
"I o-only pit pocket.." You squeaked out and the blonde woman's gaze turned to you sharply, her lips twitching barely indicating the bemused smirk, her eyes flickering to your chest, your white top sticking to your chest, very much revealing your sexy red lacy bra and pointed nipples. You unconsciously crossed your arms and that seemed to pull her attention away. A shiver ran down your spine.
"O-Only pit pocket?" She mocked copying the quiver in your voice, morphing her features easily into a scared innocent look, exaggerating it. At least one thing was clear, she was indeed a bitch. Just not dumb. The two men behind her chuckled and you felt your face burning up.
"One of you had clearly con my men into paying you for a painting that wasn't even yours, to begin with." The woman moved forward and you flinched, quickly getting rid of the emotions playing in your mind.
A difficult task as you were bombarded with the flashes of the day, you decided to fish for a bigger target, going home with a lot of money for a painting that wasn't even yours, to begin with. You thanked all the lessons of conmanship that allowed you to mask your emotions. At least better than the man next to you who instantly started begging his innocence.
Then you realized, he was begging because he was innocent, something you would have done as well if you were innocent. "I swear I didn't do it! I don't even like paintings! Please let me go!" You followed his lead and ignored the dark chuckle from the blonde in front of you.
"Clearly enough to sell it." She said brushing the imaginary wrinkle from her navy blue suit complimenting her pale skin. Acting bored, playing with your psychology of her victims. "I have places to be. The faster the culprit admits, the other can go home." She crossed her arms and you were about to say something but the man turned to you.
"Please! Please tell her the truth! I have a wife and kids!" He pleaded with tears rolling down his eyes and you didn't know if he was acting or being serious but the lesson you learned when you were young was engraved in your mind. Every woman for herself in Madripur.
"I don't have any truth to tell! Why don't you admit you conned her man at that auction?" You asked back, putting enough emotions in your voice, forcing tears out of your eyes, the man looked at you in disbelief.
"I am not even a conman! Please I have kids.." He begged and you bit your lip reminding yourself of the mantra over and over again.
"Enough." The woman's voice cut both of you off and you two instantly shut up. "I had enough of you two's bickering. We are going to a play game now." A deranged smile form on her lips and you audibly gulped as a man handed her a revolver. The man next to you begged again and the bald man punched his face for speaking up. You understood the reason behind his bruised and your untouched face now. You knew when to shut up.
"Ever heard of Russian Roulette?" She asked as she placed a single bullet into the cylinder of the revolver, rolling it with one slender finger before clicking it shut, pulling the trigger once. Five shots left.
You slowly nodded at her question and she winked at you, "Be a sweetheart and explain to him what is that." She commanded and you swallowed dryly.
"She w-will take turns in shooting, both of us. O-ne by one until the bullet aligns..." You scratched at your fingers in nervousness, drawing blood, watching the fear settled in the eyes of the men beside you.
"Actually, you both will take turns into shooting yourself, don't try any funny business though," She walked forward toward you, "I would hate to tear you two apart limb by limb." She picked up your hand in her calloused one and placed the revolver in it. "Do you know the pain it causes when you rip nails apart slowly from each of the fingers?" Her fingers tugged at your finger playfully and you could feel the tears burning your eyes again, falling freely. This time real one.
"Good luck." She pulled away and gestured with her hand to you to continue and you tremble in fear, she placed her hand over yours putting the revolver on the side of your head. "We don't have the whole night, Dollface."
You closed your eyes tightly, feeling her finger push on yours pulling the trigger, the empty click following. Your heartbeat was the only thing you could hear, if you were tipsy earlier, you were dead sober now. Your heart on the verge of exploding. "Now the loverboy!" She moved over to him, placing the gun on his head, you noticed he was already cuffed to the chair unlike you.
He once again started begging and pleading, would you have reacted in the same way? The woman groaned and slapped the man, the sound of the slap ringing loudly throughout the room, she motioned to the bald man who started approaching him, before you could stop yourself words escaped your mouth, "Please don't!"
You sobbed when she turned to you with a menacing glare, her hand shooting up grabbing you by your hair, "What was that?" She asked sharply as she pulled you up by your hair, your hand shoot up instantly to hers on your head to ease the pain but one tap from her revolver and you willed yourself to put them at your side.
"P-Please don't hit h-him.."
"Do you see this? They have bonded!" She turned to her men, a laugh escaping her plump lips while her grip on your hair remained tightened, your scalp stinging by the pull. "Aww what a cute little thing you are." She turned to you with a fake pout on her lips, "Open your mouth, Dollface." She commanded, tapping the cold revolver twice against your lips.
You closed your eyes momentarily, letting your tears fall freely as you slowly parted your lips instantly the revolver was pushed into your mouth, "You wouldn't mind taking the bullet for him, would you?" She asked menacingly raising an eyebrow, "in the same sweet little mouth you used to defend him?" You felt a sob break through your body as she pushed the gun harder, making you gag slightly at the taste of the cold metallic taste.
"Look at me." Your teary eyes shot to meet hers, the blue iris, deeper than the ocean but as lifeless as a graveyard and you pleaded through your eyes but it died down the moment you heard the empty click of her pulling the trigger, followed by her laugh. "Today's someone lucky day!" The men chuckled and she let go of your hair, pulling the revolver out of your mouth, wiping the wet muzzle on your already wet cheeks before turning to the cuffed man.
"Your turn Loverboy, let's see." You wiped your wet cheeks, from tears and saliva, your hand caressing your burning scalp. Your legs shaking in fear and you could feel yourself falling at any moment. You felt your stomach dropping at the sound of an empty click. "This shit keeps getting excited!"
"Come on, Dollface. You can't be that lucky." She grabbed the collar of your wet top, pulling you up straighter, "Goodnight." She started trailing the revolver down from your neck to your chest, nestling it easily on your cleavage. Your skin burning everywhere she trailed the weapon.
You closed your eyes, thinking of any good deed you have done, the thing that disturbed you was that you couldn't find any, you ignored it, accepting your death. You can't be that lucky to survive this fifth shot as well until you heard an empty click of the trigger. Your eyes widening, looking at the Power Broker who winked at you. "Guess Loverboy is the one."
She turned to the man and you registered the fact that you were still alive, slumping down on the chair, once again the begging and pleading of the man filled the room. Talking about his wife and kids. "Please! Please admit it!" He pleaded to you as the woman hovered above him with the revolver in her hand. You made eye contact with him and you decided maybe that would be your good deed as you die.
"It was me! I was the one who conned your men!" You shouted the truth, watching as relief fell on his features and he mustered up a tiny grateful smile which died down instantly as the firing of the revolver was heard and you almost thought it was you who was shot until the man fell back with the chair.
You let out a horror-filled scream as you moved forward, pushing the woman aside, you knelt beside the dying man, helpless to do anything to save him, you could only mutter please over and over again under your breath as sob after sob wrecked your body. You didn't know what you were pleading for anymore.
Please forgive me.
Please don't die.
Please don't hurt me.
Please don't kill me.
Please free me.
"Why would you do this?! It was me! Not him." You yelled loudly, looking up at the blonde woman who stood over you with an emotionless face. You didn't understand where the sudden confidence was coming from, why there was a wave of anger, why the loss of a life you didn't even know hurt so much.
"I knew it was you. You gave it away when you talked about the auction even though I never mentioned it." She shrugged nonchalantly and you felt disgusted by the way she was acting, right after killing an innocent soul.
At that moment you realized that it was true. All the cruel stories about the power broker which you brushed off as rumors.
She was deranged. Evil. Merciless. Power-hungry. A sadist. Everything those hushed conversations of clubs told about her.
"Th-Then..why did you kill him?" You asked still. Your breathing was heavy but slowly coming under control. She loomed over you with a dark look on her alluring features.
"Because no outsider sees who I am and get to live." She placed the revolver down on the table and sat on the edge of it. Each time she answers you, you were filled with more and more questions.
"A-Are you going to K-Kill me as well?" You asked slowly, your heart hammering in your chest to the point that you were afraid it would burst out from your body. She stood up and you scrambled backward on the ground in fear, making her let out a laugh.
"Come here." She ordered, her fingers toying with the empty revolver on the table as an amused smile played on her lips, but you knew better than to mistake it for calmness.
She was the calm before a raging storm in an ocean, where you were on a wooden log, waiting for her to devour you wholly into the depth of her madness.
When you instantly didn't move, she raised an eyebrow, her face hardening into a look you could only take as anger. "Don't make me repeat myself, Doll." You slowly stood up on your trembling feet, walking toward her hesitantly, heart beating faster with every inch you got nearer to her.
When she let out a satisfied hum, you stopped, just mere inches away from her, you could inhale the smell she was wearing. She moved closer and you whimpered in fear, "So adorable." She cooed pulling your cheek painfully before caressing the abused flesh, pulling mewl of pains from you.
"You wanna know why you are still standing here and not on the floor next to him? Despite stealing thousands from me?" She asked with a dark smile on her lips when you nodded very stiffly, she winked at you, moving closer until her lips caressed your ear. A shiver running down your spine.
"Sorry we forced you to be on the run for years, constantly fearing for your life to the point your own family doesn't even know you are alive.....will a job cover it?" And then expected her to be totally fine with it. Spill all their secrets baby they have it coming.
I'm watching reaction videos of Tfatws and its hilarious to me how many people were trying to guess who the power broker was or knew it was Sharon. I didn't even know it was Sharon until the finale because I didn't care who the power broker was. It went right over my head, I didn't care about the identity of the powerbroker at all, I thought it was a throw away character so imagine my surprise when it was revealed to be Sharon. I wasn't on MCU social media until the episode 5. So I had no clue people actually cared about who the powerbroker was.
