A/N: While squeezing my creative brain for a logical and very realistic 'AoU' aftermath fan fiction focusing on Brutasha (Bruce x Natasha) I felt I had to let myself go by writing a few one-shots (drabbles are included in this collection) surrounding the…"awkward" couple (it's only awkward because few saw it coming...except of course, Mark. Plus the status of this relationship, or the relationship in question, changed at a quick pace...but who cares, it's still adorable!) Requests for scenario's are accepted. So you can either head on over to my profile and request via tumblr (my username is crazyfanoffandom) or send one via review or PM on here.

Requests will be written as one-shots (which will go through the writing process before posting), drabbles will be randomness I feel somehow relate to Brutasha in any way and are written on the spot (which means they will be posted as is). Below is my first short drabble. It was not pre-planned or edited and is very short. But I feel that, in a way, it emphasizes on Natasha's mindset after the events of Age of Ultron. If pre-planned, I would have added more.

Despite the setbacks and many hours of effort in the Red Room, where she had been plagued with shooting and suffering, Natasha had never thrown her inner thoughts away. The endless desire of her foes to make her into a emotionless animal, only used by the world as a tool…until she was dull and no longer needed…and cast out like criminal created an outer shell she could hide behind.

"You have no place in the world."

It was something precious to her; something she valued more than anything. To be brought into a place that emphasized the purpose of her existence, that she lived for a "higher cause." It gave her something to fight for. Something to EXIST for.

Now it was near useless. Nothing but a shadow of her past; something she could use to re-channel her abilities to fulfill her desires. It didn't fail her. But it wasn't enough. Still she found herself staring at the wall, arms crossed over her chest, nothing but the sound of silence meeting her ears. Memories swarming her mind like a group of flies during the late afternoon.

She was taught to avoid relationships. Avoid love. And she had found it. The one thing she wasn't suppose to find. It was evil. Binding. Controlling. Dangerous. Weakening. They said it would impair her. Make her into a uncontrollable monster.

But they were wrong. They ARE wrong. It felt different…not like they had said. Instead of anchors, she had pictured a chain saw. There she was, standing with thick chains holding her limbs to the ground and clasped to the rock below her feet.

And as he melted her heart. As their relationship deepened, it got easier to lift her arms…bend her legs…and then, one day, she stood upright with the chains fallen on her feet. The saw in her hand.

She was free. She IS free.

Freedom felt good.

Even though he was gone, and away from her, she would wait for him. Because her memories kept him alive in her heart. She loved him.

And she would always love him.