What happens when... Chapter 1.
What Happens When Tony Stark Challenges Natasha Romanoff to A Drinking Contest?
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The Avengers had a lot of things they liked to do together, things Natasha Romanoff would never do as long as she lived. But on a crisp October night, Tony Stark had challenged Natasha Romanoff - master assassin to a drinking contest. This would not end well, for anyone, especially for the Tony...
"Prepare to lose, Stark." Natasha's words spat venom.
"Prepare to lose to my awesomeness, Romanoff." He retorted, a devilish smirk plastered on his face.
Thor couldn't decide who's side to be on, Lady Natasha or the Man of Iron. Each had their strengths and their weakness'. Thor looked over at Clint. Who was rubbing his head. He was muttering something. Thor wondered why the Hawk was so jumpy.
"This is not going to end well, for Stark." Clint had his face buried in his hands, a drunken Natasha is not a safe Natasha.
"Please for the love of God, Stark say you give up!" Clint exclaimed, grabbing all the wine/ale/vodka he could carry, away from Tony and Tasha.
Thor lunges to take the bottles from the archer. He scoops them up from the archers grasp. Clint jumps for the bottles, fear in his eyes.
"What is wrong with drinking contest amongst friends?" Thor's voice filled the room. He returned the bottles of alcohol to the two.
"Round 1." Steve announced, as he poured shots of vodka into two glasses.
"Guys, I'm not too sure this is such a good idea, if Clint thinks it's bad, it's probably bad." Bruce said, taking his glasses off.
"Chill, Banner. It's not like Romanoff's going to kill us all." Tony replied laughing lightly.
"No, but she may certainly try." Clint chimed in.
Natasha had a smirk on her face, she picked the glass up, the liquid trickling down into her throat. Clint looked like he was about to stick an arrow in his head to avoid it, his eyes widened as Natasha drunk the vodka.
"We're all going to die." Clint moaned.
"I'll be fine, Barton," Natasha comforted him. "What's the worst that can happen?" She asked him, a small and short lived smile graced the Russians face.
30 minutes later..
"Where the hell is she?!" Tony asked in fear.
"This is all your fault, Stark. Never ever challenge Natasha Romanoff again for as long as you live, got that?" Clint asked in a deathly manor.
Little did they know the Russian redhead spy was tucked away in the vents above, Natasha rolled her head back in amusement. The Avengers were looking desperate, especially one in particular, Clint Barton. Clint's eyes were darting here, there and everywhere he didn't look up. Natasha sat there for at least five minutes before making her decision. The redhead quietly opened the vent passage, dropping her head down.
"Looking for someone, Nat?" Clint asked from behind her.
"As a matter of fact." She began with a straight face, but burst out into a fit of giggles.
The archer sighed. "Come down, Nat, your drunk you need sleep and water. " Clint said passively.
"Yes, dad." Natasha replied sarcastically, smirking.
"Nat. I'm serious, come down - now." Clint told her sternly.
"Make me." She dared, smirking.
"It's for all our sakes, Tasha." Clint announced, grabbing Natasha by her waist causing her to squirm from Clint's grasp. "Hold still, Tasha." Clint said coolly, a hint of a small smile crawling onto the archer's face.
Clint carried Natasha back to the common room. "Jarvis tell the team I found Natasha." Clint told the AI.
"Certainly, Agent Barton." JARVIS replied in his usual robotic voice.
Clint put Natasha down on the sofa, Natasha looked lost in daydream. Clint headed over to the cabinet to get a glass.
"It's only a matter of time before -" Clint was cut off by a rattling sound.
Tasha's guns. No. No. No. No. No. Oh please no. Clint thought to himself, he turned around to find Tasha's guns gone, as well as Tasha. There was a sudden noise - footsteps, Clint held his breath hoping it wasn't Tasha dragging a dead body. Clint sighed with relief when it was in fact just Bruce.
"Clint, you said you found Romanoff so where is she?" Bruce asked looking around nervously.
Clint bite his bottom lip. "I turned around for a minute and she vanished with her guns!" Clint burst out.
At that moment Steve and Tony waltzed in.
"What was that about guns and Natasha?" Steve paled slightly. Looking all around nervously - like Bruce.
"Hide your children! Call S.H.I.E.L.D. and the CIA. Call everyone this just became and international emergency!" Tony cried.
"You can't find me, because I'm everywhere and no where!" A soft but deadly voice filled the room, the sound coming from all around. "La la la la la la!" Natasha giggled, silently and swiftly sneaking up behind Tony.
Natasha jumped onto Tony causing the billionaire to freeze with fear. "Call. Fury." Tony muttered through his teeth.
Natasha held the gun to Tony's head, the billionaire Was frightened to say the least. A drunk Russian spy holding a gun to his head is not the best way to die.
"Agent Romanoff. Put the gun down." Bruce asked her calmly.
Bruce had a plan - he was the pills guy, he had pills especially for something like this.
"The vodka." She replied, carefully looking at Bruce.
"No Natasha, no more vodka, now that we know what it makes you do." Bruce still remained in the same calming tone he was before.
Natasha let Tony go reluctantly. The genius, billionaire, playboy, philanphest ran to Bruce.
"Your more than just my science bro, your my saviour!" Tony said breathlessly gripping onto Bruce's shoulder like it was a life line.
Natasha still didn't drop the gun. She narrowed her eyes at the Avengers that stood before her, her straight face became determined, she eyed the large bottle a few times. Bruce flinched because of the widow's look, if looks could kill, Bruce would be dead one hundred times over already. Natasha lunged for the bottle, cuddling it tightly.
"Mine. All mine!" She hissed, over protectively.
"Our savior is here! Ol' Saint Nick!" Tony cheered, a pissed Nick Fury emerged.
"Why the hell did I get a call from Stark over here, about a intoxicated redhead spy?" Fury asked, looking around at the Avengers, stoping when he saw the redhead spy he paled.
"Barton?" Fury barked. "Who let Romanoff touch vodka?" All the Avengers immediately turned to Tony.
"Oopies?" Tony said sheepishly.
Hope you liked it, that was only part one of two! Next chapter - What Nick Fury does with intoxicated Russian spies
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