It's Halloween season! Which means I got inspired to write a short multi chapter fic! So here you are...

The Black Widow cackled washing the blood off the blade while Natasha screamed in pain and horror, imprisoned in her own mind.


She was looking at some files when he came in. She quickly shut them as his gaze traveled there. She smiled apologetically at him.

"Rogers," she grinned, as he leaned against her door, "To what do I owe the honor of being in the same room as Captain America?"

"Hey Tasha, you okay?" Steve asked her, blunt and straight to the point, a troubled expression on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine Steve," The scarlet-haired woman replied, confusion on her face, "Do you mind me asking, why, you're asking?"

"It's just; you've been acting, well, different. You're not at the tower a lot, and you come back at weird hours, and, well, you-you're a lot happier when we fight threats."

Natasha frowned, hurt written across her face, "So you're saying I can't be happy."

Steve immediately backtracked on his earlier statement, regretting his word choice, "No! That's not what I meant! You can be happy- I mean you should- you deserve to be happy! It's a kind of like psychotic happiness. Like, you're happy when they get hurt."

Natasha looked confused again, her green eyes gazing concernedly at him, making him feel like an idiot."Okay then... I don't know what to say to that."

"Forget it. It was stupid. I'll just be going now."

As Steve turned to leave, he thought he saw a shiny, black, angular object in the scarlet-haired woman's hand. Shaking his head at himself he quickly headed to the elevator to his own floor.

The Black Widow waited until he was gone, before slipping the gun back into its holster. She gave a shark like smile, as Natasha Romanoff screamed at her to stop.

So tell me, did you enjoy it? Is there any character you particularly wanna see dead? Open to suggestions on who should die :)