Hey guys, so this is just the storyline from the movie The Hangover except played out in the Marvel universe with the Avengers instead. Inspired by a post I found on tumblr, I don't know if anyone's done this already. I apologize ahead of time if you have. I don't own any of the characters, plots, or dialogue from The Hangover or The Avengers. I just thought this was a fun idea, and couldn't resist writing it out. I hope you enjoy, feel free to leave your comments.
Natasha Romanov sat in the SHIELD living room, angrily trying to get a hold of each one of their cells. Clint, Steve, Tony; each time it went straight to voicemail.
"Where the hell are you guys." She growled under her breath as she tried Clint's cell again. Today was her wedding day, she and Clint were getting married. His proposal hadn't exactly been a surprise, but her saying yes was. She wasn't ready for this. I'm a Russian assassin, I don't do romance and I certainly don't do marriage. She'd been saying that for years, whenever she'd even entertained the idea of a relationship with Clint. But it had happened, God knows how. And now he'd gone awol. Right when she needed him most.
Pepper walked over to her and set her hand gently on Natasha's shoulder.
"Anything?" She asked, concerned. Natasha glared at her in response.
"I wouldn't worry about it too much." Coulson called from where he read the newspaper on the couch. "I'm sure they're fine, it wouldn't be the first time we've lost contact with them. They've probably just lost track of time." Coulson's calm demeanor did nothing to sooth Natasha's growing unease.
"It's not like they're on a SHIELD mission." Pepper angrily retorted. "It's Natasha and Clint's wedding day, you don't go off the grid when you're having your wedding the same day."
Natasha's cell phone rang, she jumped up from her chair and answered it.
"Romanov." She said.
"Hey Natasha, it's Tony." His voice said from the other end.
"Stark, where the hell are you guys." She snapped. "Pepper's freaking out." She said, unwilling to mention her own mental disarray. Pepper was looking at her intently, listening to the conversation.
"Yeah, about that, listen…we…. Uh," his discomfort apparent even over the phone. He sighed deeply. "We fucked up."
"What are you talking about." Natasha all but growled into the phone as she strode across the room and away from the others, she didn't trust herself to keep up her emotionless mask.
"The bachelor party, the whole night…Things got out of control." He paused. "We lost Clint." Natasha stopped pacing abruptly. This had to be one of Stark's stupid pranks to piss her off. She could not take this, not today. She was marrying Clint, this was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. He had no right to take off on her now. This had to be a joke.
"What." It was more of a statement than a question, Natasha's voice was a deadly calm. If Stark had been in the room with her right at that moment she would have snapped his neck, right then and there.
"We can't find Barton." Stark said from the other end of the line, he sounded oddly deflated.
"What are you saying Stark." Natasha growled. "We're getting married in five hours!" Her voice rose slightly. She bit the inside of her cheek, not now Natasha you can get emotional later.
"Yeah," Stark said in reply, "well that's not going to happen."