No Beauty and Two Beasts

by byakugone

Having enough of Tony's snarky comments, she exposed her true form to them both. "This is what you wanted right, Tony?" She glared at him. "You wanted to see my real face? Well here it is! Not what you expected is it!" She hissed. Bruce hesitantly stepped forward, staring into her red snake-like eyes. "You're still beautiful to me, Angel." He said, and she knew he wasn't lying.

1. Prologue

Alright, new story! I know, I'm supposed to be working on my other story and whatnot, but I couldn't help but write this! Okay, enough chit chat, on with the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers, Marvel does. I make no profit from this story, it's just for fun!

Today was the day I was supposed to be attending my brother's wedding.

Today was the day I was supposed to walk down the aisle as a bridesmaid in a beautiful red dress and a grin plastered on my face

Today was the day I was supposed to watch my brother, the only person I had left in the world, get married and movie to Japan with his new bride.

Today was the day, I was supposed to say goodbye to him.

Too bad Nick Fury had different plans for me.

"What is it, Fury?" I asked, irritation clear in my voice.

"We have a bit of a problem." He replied vaguely.

"Really?" I asked sarcastically. "And I thought you were finally going to ask me to that dinner date."

"Romon-"

"Look, I'm at my brother's wedding. You know how important this is to him, if I leave now, he'll be crushed-"

"Barton's been compromised." Fry cut me off.

I shut my mouth, my eyes widening as I processed the information. I closed my eyes and swore under my breath in Spanish. "You better be here now, Fury. And you're lucky it's him. I have half a mind to punch you in the face for this."

"I expect no less from you."

I managed a small smirk. "Just get the damn jet here already."

With that I hung up. I ran a hand through my hair in frustration. "Damn it, Barton." I growled.

I sighed and made my way out of the church. I could only hope Ricky wouldn't be too mad.

Feeling my hair fly up at random directions, I knew the jet was here; I looked up and saw an equally worried Romanoff at the entrance of the jet.

I made my way over when it touched down and entered the jet.

"Widow." I nodded at her.

She nodded back. "Cobra." Her jaw was tight, her posture stiff and her eyes were glassy.

I let concern shine through my eyes as I looked at her once more, unconsciously playing with the red ruby of my necklace.

We were both worried for Clint. If whoever took him hurt him, there will be hell to pay.

How rude of me, my name is Angel Ramone, but most people know me by Cobra.

You'll find out why soon enough.