Her eyes were set on two Clints. They both gave her a mischievous wink, as if to flirt with her. Ha. The Clint to her right, at her outburst, scowled and stomped on the ground, causing it to lift. Natasha was flown back quickly and landed in a fountain in the middle of the area. She heard a small crack when she landed on the stone. She screamed in her mind. Damn that hurt.

She winced when trying to get up. Damn. She must've fractured something. Maybe bruised a bone. She looked up to see Tony battling five doppelgangers of Steve, who were all shouting insults about him and comparing Tony to his father. Natasha could tell that the words were wounding him, even if she couldn't see his face. Tony's aim was getting worse with each insult.

Steve wasn't doing much better. One of his clones had taken shape of his old lover, Peggy Carter. Natasha noted that Cap was purposely not trying to hit that clone. The Peggy clone was whispering and mumbling incoherent words to him. From whatever it was saying, Steve was getting less enthusiastic about the whole thing.

The others were doing just as poorly as well.

'Damn you, Loki.'

Just as she mumbled that in her mind, one of her 'friendly' clones approached her, taking the shape of the god of mischief himself. Natasha tried to get up, but cried out in pain.

'Broken rib. Fantastic.'

The Loki clone smirked, his green eyes shining, just like the real Loki's would. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? Poor little Natasha, all hurt, broken, and helpless. And standing before a god. Whatever shall become of her?" A hint of sarcasm wove its way into his… it's words.

Natasha scowled playfully. "You make it seem like I'm a poor, sickened, depressed woman."

"Well, my dear," the clone purred. "You are a widow."

She curled her lip down at that and attempted to get up. A wave of heated pain crashed through her, but she fought to ignore it, leaning against the statue in the fountain. She had managed to stand up, but was still using the statue for support. The water was splashing on her, making her hair stick down on her head. She looked up at the doppelganger and glared at it.

"So what now? Aren't you going to finish me off or something?" she hissed, glancing over at Tony, who had punched the gangers, and successfully defeated them. He was now trying to coax Steve into punching the Peggy ganger, who was still mumbling at him, her face set into a façade of sadness. At the same time, Thor, Hulk, and Hawkeyes were fighting the clones, and they weren't very successful either.

The ganger grinned and stepped into the fountain. "I suppose that would be the easiest. And considering your comrades are too far away for them to hear you, it would be just so easy to kill you right now." It paced around Natasha, making the assassin stiffen. Usually, in situations like this, she wouldn't be so worried about dying. But this was a Loki clone. It could probably do just as much damage as the real deal could. And considering that Natasha was wounded badly… Things weren't looking up.

"Well, why don't you do it then?" she spat, spitting blood at its face. The ganger didn't even flinch. It merely smiled and wiped the blood from its mouth with its thumb.

"Because I don't want to," it sighed dramatically, leaning in toward Natasha. He smiled innocently.

God she hated Loki. And every ganger he made.

She smirked. "What? Don't have enough power like the real Loki?"

The ganger looked confused. "Real Loki?" Then it smiled. "Oh. My dear Natasha. I think you have mistaken. I am the real Loki." He barked out a laugh when Natasha's eyes widened.

This just got worse.

When Natasha tried to get away, Loki grabbed her tightly by the shoulders. The woman could see more and more gangers coming in for the other Avengers, making it difficult for them to pay attention. They probably thought she was battling some clones of her own.

'Dammit.'

Natasha turned her gaze back to Loki. She nearly had a heart attack when she saw how close the two of them were. She let it slide by. "So why won't you kill me. It would make it a hell of a lot easier for you to get rid of us. One down, five to go," she said through gritted teeth. It was starting to hurt to stand up.

Loki grinned evilly. "Because. I have something better in store for you, my little Widow."

"And what's that?" Natasha snarled.

And then the god kissed her.

The assassin was in such a state of shock. Her eyes widened profoundly, and her hands were no longer gripping the statue, but instead were holding onto Loki's shoulders, surprising both her and the god.

Loki chuckled, mouth still on Natasha's. Then he mumbled a few things while still kissing her. Natasha swallowed them, completely oblivious to everything around her.

My god was Loki an amazing kisser.

Then Natasha felt a spark of pain where her broken rib was. Okay, it wasn't just a spark, but a bullet shot of it. She screamed in Loki's mouth, shoving the god away. She collapsed to her knees.

Loki grinned and knelt down beside Natasha. He brushed a strand of hair from her face. He chuckled. "You're welcome. Good day, Natasha Romanov." He kissed her cheek and disappeared, his gangers disappearing as well.

Her voice had finally found her, and Natasha screamed in frustration.

'Damn him, damn him, damn him, DAMN HIM!'

Five pair of footsteps ran toward her. Clint helped her sit up, while Steve waved a hand in her face.

"Natasha, what's the matter? What happened? Are you alright?"

The woman glared at the spot that Loki disappeared from. "Rib," she spat.

Tony smirked. "You broke your rib, then? Is that it? Oh, please Nat—"

"Shut the hell up, Tony!" Natasha yelled. "Yes, I broke my fucking rib! What's the matter about it?" She then stood up, and dusted off her suit.

"I-I thought you said you broke you—" Clint began.

"He healed me," Natasha said darkly. "He fucking healed me."

"What?"

She turned around and shook her head, glancing at the spot once again. She then licked her lips, which still tasted like the god. "Never mind," she said, looking at Clint. "I'm fine. Let's report to SHIELD." She began walking toward the building, avoiding any fallen rubble that was scattered on the ground. Eventually, she heard the others obediently follow, not saying a word.

Before she went to bed that night, Natasha touched her lips, which still tingled at the sensation of Loki's lips on hers. She scowled and crawled under the sheets, ignoring the feeling on her lips.

That night, she dreamt of throwing knives and godly kisses.