New idea.
I'm going to pick out a song - or shuffle it on my iPod if I can't get any ideas - that I think represents each of the Avengers, and I'm going to write a short one shot about each one.
If you guys have any ideas for more songs for other Avengers, please do leave a review!
BLACK WIDOW
Toxic by Britney Spears
The old man had her pushed up against the door. His breath reeked. He wasn't young, to say the least - white fluffy hair and sagging skin - but he was surprisingly strong.
"В скандален Черната вдовица," he said, grunting with the effort of keeping her the agile spy in place. "Капан като муха в собствената си мрежа."
(The infamous Black Widow. Trapped like a fly in your own web.)
"A муха?" Natasha replied in fluent Bulgarian. "О, да, точно така. Аз съм като малка и уязвима като муха."
(A fly? Oh yes, that's right. I am as small and vulnerable as a fly.)
"Вие сте най-уязвими сигурност," the General Damyanov said back. He was a drugs smuggler, and had recently become too big for his boots. "Не през цялото време. О, не, ти, най-способният убиец в света. Кой ти беше приятел? Клинт Бартън? Той е следващия в списъка ми, нали знаеш. Лицето е било за известно време."
(You are most certainly vulnerable. Not all the time. Oh no, you, the most capable assassin in the world. Who was your friend? Clint Barton? He's next on my list, you know. Has been for a while.)
Natasha smiled gently. "Assassin? Е, че това, което сте чули?" She darted her head forward and gave him such a fleeting kiss on the lips that it didn't seem real. "Аз не съм убиец. Аз съм самотен малко момиче търси някой да говоря."
(Assassin? Is that what you heard? I'm no assassin. I'm just a lonely little girl looking for someone to talk to.)
"Това не изглежда неподходящо за вас?" General Damyanov said, frowning. "Ти ме целуна. Аз съм много по-стар от теб. Вие сте просто една незначителна муха."
(This does not seem inappropriate to you? You kissed me. I am far older than you. You are just an insignificant fly.)
"You see, that's where you're wrong, General," Natasha said in calm English. "You are the fly."
The General Damyanov suddenly slumped. "I - какво направи?!"
(I - what did you do?!)
Natasha smiled again, but this was not gentle. This was bittersweet and triumphant.
"Настоявам -!" he said, on his knees now, his breathing raspy.
(I demand - !)
And he suddenly fell forwards and breathed no more.
"You demand nothing anymore, General," Natasha said quietly. "Not anymore."
She fished a tube from her pocket and reapplied the poison lipstick as if it was no more than a normal makeup item.
What a wonderful time to be alive.
Well?