How did it Come to This?

A/N: Welcome reader to this distant mountain hinted at in the Avengers movie. I've had this idea rolling around in my head for awhile and so decided to finally get it out and put it down on the inter-webs. Of course, I DON'T OWN ANY RIGHTS TO MARVEL, but I'm a hardcore fan who wants to see more of the movies get made and read more comics :)

CAUTION: There is an M rating on this story for a reason… sure there's the typical blood, gore, and potty mouth talking (a lot of that actually)… but there is some smut and near smut in this. I didn't write this to be a smutty story but there are a couple of places it pops up. With Vampires and the Black Widow can you expect no less? Now without further adieu… Enjoy and please review ;)

"Fuck me… the shit's really hittin' the fan now!" Hawkeye swears as he lines up his next shot and quickly fires. The arrow whizzes through the air and hits one of the many men racing towards him with open mouth, red eyes, and a pair of elongated canine teeth. The arrow imbeds itself in the heart and that man burns away to ash.

"Just keep them at bay!" The Black Widow shouts from the lobby floor below as she ducks a right hook and promptly fires her glock 26 special over her shoulder as she spins around putting her back to her opponent. The bullet takes her attacker in the heart and he too burns away into ash. She quickly rolls forward and springs up from the ground to stand back to back with the strange black man she'd met just the night before.

"How many more do you think there are, Blade?" Widow asks as their backs meet. She draws out her second gun and fires off a few rounds… each bullet takes another vampire in the chest crumbling them to ash.

"Not sure." Blade says then steps away to parry an on-coming attack with his sword. He twists the AK-47 over and kicks the man to spin him around. The strap on the gun then catches the man around the neck. Blade then grabs it and levers the gunman with his back to flip him across the large fancy looking room at a trio headed up the stairs for Hawkeye who is perched up on the railing a few floors overhead.

"And here I thought vampires only existed in bad TV dramas." Hawkeye quips as he notches another arrow, draws, and looses it point blank into a vicious looking woman's chest. "Another one bites the dust." Hawkeye quotes the Queen song then fires arrow after arrow at the swarm that continues to flow out of the large hallway before him. "And another down and another one down."

"If you've got time to talk…" Widow starts as she fires her guns and they click as the clips are now empty. She quickly pistol whips the next on-coming attacker then adds, "You've got time to shoot, Hawk."

"Somebody please tell me again how it is that vampires exist in the real world?" Hawkeye then asks as he has to smack away a few attackers with his black bow. "Oh hell." He then says as too many foes come at him and so he grabs a grapple arrow from his quiver. He slams it down into the railing and the claws bite into the veined marble. "Geronimo!" Hawkeye shouts and repels three stories down to the lobby floor. His black combat boots hit the polished marble floor and two vampires rush him from behind. Hawkeye turns with an arrow in hand ready to stab but the two are already stapled together and crumbling to ash. His bright blue eyes look to the lithe red headed girl wielding an impressive compound bow.

"Thanks, Whistler." The Hawk says with a smirk as the female archer hurries to his side.

"Duck!"

"Actually Hawk is more appro-" He starts but she sweeps his feet out from under him then draws and fires. The arrow goes through two vampires only to lodge itself in the wall.

"You're so dense!" Whistler says to Hawkeye. She fires another arrow after she stands up and Hawkeye fires one from the ground in the opposite direction. They both take out a vampire and the ash rains down upon them.

"Just blame it on my A.D.D." Hawkeye jokes with a shrug as Whistler helps him stand. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes.

"Ancient Sumerian Warlord named Drake, more commonly known as Dracula. He was the first." Whistler says as she lowers her bow. The tide has been stemmed… for now. Blade quickly twirls his sword around and slashes through the last standing vampire. He adjusts his black leather trench coat with the red lining and walks over to Hawkeye and his dead mentor's daughter.

"I killed him two years ago. Thought I took out all of the rest out with him." Blade says coolly as he walks past Hawkeye.

"Yeah, well you missed a few." Hawkeye says as he starts retrieving arrows.

"Time to rectify that." Blade then says as he jumps from the floor to the railing overhead in one easy motion.

"Play nice." Black Widow says as she walks past Hawkeye and gives him a stern glare from her blue-green eyes.

"I am!" Hawkeye retorts quickly as he hurries up the stairs after the two red heads. "It's just that tall, dark, and usually silent up there leaves me no choice but to let the quips fly."

"Shut up!" Both women suddenly say together as they halt and turn around. Hawkeye stops and raises his arms in surrender. His lips remain closed.

"Excuse me for entering the Twilight Zone the other night." Hawkeye whispers under his breath as he slowly starts up the stairs again.

"What was that, Barton?" Widow asks.

"Nothing." Hawkeye says and puts on his most innocent face. Natasha narrows her eyes at him as he just smiles wider.

"Get a move on, Hawk." She then says and they hurry after Blade.

Three days ago…

"You're up, Agent." Director Fury says to Agent Natasha Romanoff as she sits in the plush chair before Nick Fury's desk. Natasha had been looking over the report from Agent Barton's Budapest mission gleaned thus far. He had gathered as much intel as was possible on a Human trafficking hub located in the Hungarian city but now it required a more 'hands on' approach.

"When do I leave?" Natasha asks as her blue-green eyes look from the files up to Director Fury.

"Two hours. Gather everything you think you'll need and head over to the Ronald Reagan International Airport. You're weapons and tactical gear are already in Budapest." Nick Fury says calmly as he leans back in his chair. His one good eye on the lovely red headed agent as she stands from her own chair.

"I only have two questions then, sir." Natasha asks. Fury nods for her to go ahead. "Is there an Extraction Plan or is it just me and Barton?"

"There is an Extraction Plan, but be sure not to draw the attention of the local government or police, please. We both know how Hawkeye tends to get when he gets too excited." Fury answers her first question readily. "Now what's this second question?"

"How big is the back up in the Extraction Plan and who?" Natasha then asks coolly. Nick Fury eyes her and chuckles. He knows how calculating the Black Widow is and that she is weighting all her options right now. It's what makes her the best of the best.

"Don't worry your pretty little head, Agent Romanoff." Fury says with an easy smile as he leans forward. "I'll send the Calvary in if you need a hand." Natasha nods her head satisfied at the answers and walks off to pack. She eyes the files as she strolls down the hall to the elevators.

Barton was looking into a crime ring centered in Eastern Europe that deals heavily in Human Trafficking. She looks over photos of victims who'd been freed recently thanks to Barton, but that also made his presence noticed by the crime lords running the operation. As she glanced through the pages, Natasha notes how Barton was getting close to finding out the identity or identities of the ringleaders running the show, but for now they are still an unknown. She sighs as she looks to her left and out at the view of Washington D.C. There is no time for thoughts as the doors open and in walks two men. She recognizes the tall lean dark haired man but the even taller blonde man that looks slightly animalistic is an unknown to her.

The blonde man smirks at her as his blue eyes roam over her curvaceous form slowly. The look is sensual and ravenous all rolled into one and it makes the Black Widow tense. She immediately knows that he is deadly dangerous. She then notices the collar around his neck. The lights on the metal device are green.

"Romanoff." The dark haired man says with a calm smile to her.

"Quartermain." Natasha replies returning the smile as she shifts moving her eyes from the big blonde man to Agent Quartermain. "Fury has you bringing in strays now?" She then asks.

"You could say that." Quartermain chuckles and the blonde man growls. It sends a cold shiver down Natasha's spine… she never wants to find herself alone with this savage looking man. He makes her feel something she hasn't felt in a long while… fear. "This is Victor Creed. He's a recent addition to our Special Opts Forces. So where are you off to now or is that Classified?"

"Budapest." She answers simply. "Shouldn't be gone for more than a few days, a week tops." The doors then open. It's Natasha's floor, so she starts to step off.

"Good luck." Quartermain says with a smile.

"See you later, Natasha." Victor Creed suddenly says as he flashes his fangs at the lovely red headed agent just before the doors close. Natasha releases a breath she didn't know she was holding. She definitely doesn't want to ever see Victor Creed again. She power walks to her simple quarters here in the Triskellion and packs quickly. She then hurries down to the parking garage and hitches a ride to the airport. In what feels like no time at all… Agent Romanoff is in the air bound for Budapest.

Natasha is unpacking in her motel room when suddenly she is grabbed from behind and stills as a blade presses against her neck just under her jaw line. The last thing she needs to do is struggle and slit her own throat open.

"You're getting sloppy, Black Widow." Barton says with a cock-sure smirk on his face thinking he has her. Natasha relaxes and as he starts to relax as well, she tenses and pushes the knife away with one hand on his wrist and hooks her other arm under his leg as she lowers herself and flips him onto the bed.

"And you're getting too cocky, Hawk." Natasha says with a smirk as she straddles him and effectively pins him to the bed. Barton smiles up at her.

"I'm not complaining about this." He says with a wide grin as her legs pin his arms down. His eyes rover over her body before returning to her own gaze.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Barton." Natasha then says coolly and quickly rolls off of the bed. Barton frowns and sits up.

"We've got some time to kill, so why not… ya know." He then says hopefully as he waggles his eyebrows at her. Natasha sighs and rolls her eyes.

"Not in the mood." She retorts and returns to unpacking.

"You're never in the mood." Barton huffs and crawls off the bed. "I'm down the hall in 503." He then adds with a sigh and leaves her alone for now. Natasha sighs and stops what she's doing. Every time they find themselves alone on a mission, he always makes some innuendo about sex. It's because of how they first met, of course her mission was to seduce and kill him.

He wound up being amazing in bed so she prolonged the moment of completing her mission… but when her employer demanded action, she had to act. She nearly got him too, but she hesitated at the wrong moment and Barton struck. He took her in for questioning and had even managed to strike a deal with Nick Fury about using her combat talents as well as acting skills to become a spy for S.H.I.E.L.D. rather than be executed as an assassin for hire. Her sordid past was something Natasha wasn't very proud of. She had done many a bad and terrible thing before her and Barton's paths crossed. And now she feels guilty for keeping him at a distance. After all, he has done so much for her too.

Clint checks his gear as he waits in his room. He expects Natasha will be ready to hit the streets just after sun down which is in a few hours, so now he just waits. Then suddenly there is a soft rapping sound on his door. Puzzled, Clint stands from the small table and approaches the door. He looks through the peep hole to see Natasha standing there with her arms crossed over her full chest and a stoic look on her lovely face. Clint sighs as he opens the door.

"Ready to discuss the mission now?" He asks flatly as he steps aside giving her more than enough room to walk in. Natasha says nothing as she enters and Clint shuts and secures the door. That's when she suddenly springs on him. Clint's back hits the door as her arms wrap around his neck and her lips crash into his. He is quite surprised to say the least. He kisses her back and let's his hands flow over the curves of her voluptuous body. She then pulls away and only gives him a look… THE look that she gave him every night before he caught the infamous Black Widow and brought her in to S.H.I.E.L.D. for questioning. God! How he's wanted to see this look in her eyes again! After all she was the best mission he had ever done… in so many ways too!

She then grabs him and pulls him by the collar of his t-shirt over to his bed. Once there, she spins him around and pushes him down. She then straddles him and kisses his neck hitting all the right places that cause Clint to moan her name. She then rips his shirt off in one fluid motion and starts nipping and suckling her way down. Clint really wants to say something but he's afraid that if he opens his mouth that she'll simply roll off of him and head back to her own room… so he just lays there and let's her swirl her tongue around his nipple. She then bites down on it ripping a scream from his throat.

"Fuck!" He says to the pain and Natasha grabs his crotch hard skirting that fine line between feeling fucking amazing and ow! He gets instantly hard at the attention as she starts rubbing him through his jeans. She then kisses her way down and opens his pants up then in one swift motion, his jeans and boxer briefs are yanked down. His arousal is exposed to her and Clint watches eagerly as she starts to lick and swirl her tongue around the head of his dick.

His head goes back as she takes the tip into her mouth and starts sucking slowly as her hand pumps his shaft. She does this for what feels like forever, but then stops suddenly and Clint frowns sadly as he looks down. He then smiles as her top and pants come off. She is wearing a lacey red bra and no panties! He really really wants to say something now, but instead he bites his bottom lip and watches her crawl up onto the bed to lean over him on all fours. They kiss passionately and one of Clint's hands finds its way between her legs.

She is already dripping wet for him and she breaks away as he slips two fingers into her easily. She then removes his hand from her and slides down onto his cock. A slight breathy moan escapes her lips as he fills her and she starts undulating her body up and down as her hips start to work forwards and back.

"Fuck me. Goddamn Nat! Oooh." Clint says as her core feels so perfectly tight, wet, and hot around him. His hands slide over her thighs and grip her hips to guide her into a swifter pace. Then one hand slides down until his thumb finds her clit and he starts rubbing it wildly. Natasha's moans grow louder and bolder as Clint continues to swear between his. Oh, it won't be long now!

"Oh, god yes!" Clint says as his head goes back… he's just about there… when suddenly, Natasha pulls off and starts sucking on his cock as though her life depended on it. Clint only moans loudly as he cums hard into her mouth. She then climbs up to straddle him once more. He opens a weary eye to look up at her.

"Not that I'm complaining or anything… but what was that all about? We haven't done anything remotely like that since we first met." Clint then says curiously.

"I've been such a bitch to you since then… so that was a thank you. Just don't expect that to be repeated anytime soon, Barton." Natasha says a bit coolly towards the end as she starts to climb off of him and stand next to the bed. Clint just rolls over and watches her with an easy smile on his face.

"Well anytime you feel like giving, I'll be more than happy to receive." Clint says still smiling as he watches Natasha start to dress. Clint then rolls out of the bed as well and retrieves his underwear and pants. As soon as he pulls them on, Natasha is back to business as usual.

"So what's the most likely targets?" She then asks coolly.

"There's this dance club down in the red light district that seems to be the main hub. I've seen some Russian mobsters hang around there the entire time I've watched the place. Even a few Saudis and other Middle Easterners and an entourage of Yakuza were here last week though briefly. It has to be the place. I just know it." Clint starts filling her in on what he's discovered thus far.

"What about that place you raided yesterday?" Natasha inquires.

"They were holding some new girls there." Clint starts and Natasha can see the disgust on his face as he talks about it. "But they've moved on from there… so that's a dead end." He then sighs. "If I had waited any longer then those girls… they'd be gone now. Sold into slavery to the lusts of crime lords and seedy wealthy types."

"I understand." She says softly displaying some emotion for once rather than her usual stoic chill. She then sighs and looks Clint directly in the eye. "Here's what we're going to do…" She starts and explains her plan to Barton.