Black Widow's/Natasha Romanoff's POV

She couldn't breathe. Natasha felt like her mind had been split in two. She felt absolutely tortured. A flash, then a burn, and then a unspeakable pain. She almost couldn't see, but she could make out the images of reality. Which was nearly being g torn from existence at the current moment. She saw the Earth's blue sky turned black in an instant. She saw the intergalactic stars and galaxies swarm around her at an unimaginable speed. She saw Thanos choking the life from Deadpool. Steve laid on the ground with his own shield splitting his spine. He spit some blood out and connected eyes with her. He pulled a revolver from his holster and slid it to Natasha. She grabbed it confused. She aimed at the back of Thanos' head and looked back at Steve.

"Last round," he yelled. "Make it count!"

Natasha narrowed her eyes and aimed at Thanos once again. She looked at the titans gauntlet holding the infinity stones. Before she could pull the trigger, a flash blinded her. She was ripped from her dream.

She was sweaty and gasping for breath. She stumbled from her bed to her sink. She splashed water in her face. She looked at herself in the mirror. She saw a woman who looked insane. She saw blood on one cheek. She touched her cheek and felt a solid cut that wouldn't leave a mark, but to hell it hurt.

She looked at herself one last time and left the bathroom. She saw grabbed a rag and wiped her face clean. When she touched her face and felt the scar had already healed. Just a thin line of scab that she brushed away cleanly. She squeezed her eyes shut expecting the nightmare to slip from her memory's grasp, but she somehow remembered every single detail. She tried the shake the uncomfortable feeling, but she couldn't.

Go on a walk, she thought to herself. She put on her bra she sneaked out of last night and put on her suit and slipped her wooly disguise over it. She locked the door behind her as she stepped into the cold Romanian light. She slowly exited the cluster of apartment buildings. She followed the frozen gravelly path to the secluded run down restaurant. She opened the door and stepped inside to the warm air that felt as toasty as a heated car on a rainy spring day.

She heard a little bit of crackling in her invisible earpiece. It was Nick Fury. "Good morning," he said. Natasha wiped her face and said,

"Hello."

"Get some breakfast, I'm in the corner."

Natasha put her hand by her side and walked to the counter. She requested a plate of meat and bread. She got a plate of sausages and stale bread. She walked to a table in the back, out of the public view. She sat across from a man with his head down and his face covered in heavy furs. She put a sausage on his plate with her knife. He looked up. It was Nick Fury.

"Good morning Fury."

"Good morning. How was your night in the town?"

"Disturbing."

"How so?" Fury sat taking a bit out his sausage.

Natasha took a deep breath and propped her elbows on the table. "I had this vision showing Thanos destroying all of reality."

Nick chewed and swallowed. "Actually, it's realities."

"What?"

"Let me guess, he had the Gauntlet holding the infinity stones."

"Yeah."

"Probably. I've been in contact with some sources. They say some space version of the Avengers are cracking down on this. We should be fine, but if worst comes to worst, we'll be getting prepared."

"So why did you bring me out here?" Natasha asked.

"Because Professor X hasn't been the most cooperative with me, so you're the only one I could think of that could handle this. Everyone else is on missions and this person has become quite a pain in the ass."

"Who?"

Before Nick could let out a word, she heard a loud crash come behind her. She turned in her chair and saw Deadpool drinking a bottle of hard liquor. He stumbled up to the counter. "Hey you," he yelled to the bartender. "Get me a bottle of liquor!"

"Sir, you already have a bottle." The bartender informed him.

"Shut up and take my money!"

"Okay sir," the bartender raised his hands. He pulled another bottle from the counter. Deadpool threw a wad of hundreds at the bartender. "Sir, you overpaid."

"Don't worry, I'll steal it from you when you aren't looking." The Romanian looked shocked.

"You looked worried," Deadpool said. He pulled a katanna from his back and put it to the bartender's throat. "You looked frankly scared. Heh, heh, frankly. Anyway... You haven't been really good to your wife. So, this is the part when I tell you, you have a bounty on your head. This is going to suck for you."

Natasha leaped from her chair and pulled her guns from her hips. As she was in the air, she took of her wool coat off and when she landed, she tucked her feet in and rolled. Her woolly pants came off as she rolled onto her feet. Deadpool looked her at her and cocked his head.

"Don't do it Wade."

"Why do you guys always have to intervene? Why do you always squash my spidery fun?"

"Shut up!"

"What? I'm making fun of Spiderman. I don't make fun of women who lose their husbands."

Natasha rolled her eyes. She aimed at Deadpool's head. His mask configured into a grin. "So you have a better deal." Natasha followed his eyes and saw he was looking at her breasts. She zipped the rest of her jumpsuit up to her throat. She pointed back at him.

"Hey," Deadpool gave little snicker. "You seem like you need me. I know that thing with Bruce didn't really work out, but hey, I'm always here."

Natasha pulled the triggers. Deadpool fell on the floor bleeding out. He got back up. "Damn! Even Domino gave me a chance. You only gave me two shots."

Natasha shot him in the knee. "Ah..." Deadpool moaned. "You just keep giving me more. You'd think my wife gave me more."

"You're not even married."

"Just give me more time and you would get more dialogue about my life."

"Shut up. Deadpool, we need you."

"For what?"

"To stop killing people."

"Says who?"

"Me," Nick Fury said standing up. Deadpool saw him and looked rather annoyed.

"What do you want this time?"

"To check up on some people and help me out by fighting some of your enemies."

"How much you paying?"

"One million."

"You know, you would sound more interesting if you sounded like the banker from Deal or No Deal. Deal."

Nick Fury nodded. Deadpool nodded and put a thumbs up as he pulled a tranquilizer out and shot the bartender. Natasha nearly fired again before she thought. Deadpool shrugged and leapt over the counter. He put a note on the Romanians' pocket.

"So," Deadpool said. "Who do you need me to kill?"

"Thanos."