Authors note: Hey! I've started a new story, and I saw there were no crossovers for Suits & the Avengers, so I decided to create one! Reviews inspire me to write, so you know what to do ;) enjoy!

Chapter 1

Natasha adjusted her dress, critically eyeing her appearance in the long mirror. A plain (and in her opinion 'ugly') dress clinged to her hour glass frame, while a black pair of stilettos added height. She pulled the fabric this way and that, until she was comfortable with its appearance. Then her manicured fingers adjusted the brown wig attached to her head. It covered her fiery locks; there was no way she was going to dye her hair for a mission. She didn't care if Fury even ordered her to, there was no way any dye was touching her head. She was keeping it red.

"Miss Romanov, your taxi is here." The British voice echoed as Jarvis interrupted her last minute perfecting. Deciding that her appearance was as good as it was going to get (especially in that dress), she inserted a minute earpiece into her right ear. With a deep breath, Natasha gripped her handbag as she left her oh so familiar room in Stark Tower.

"Jessica," Harvey complained in a low voice, "there's enough Associates as it is, why on earth are you hiring another?"

The woman replied with a somewhat sweet lipstick smile, fake to cover up her general annoyance. "Because between you and Louis, the Associates are crumbling. Im suprised that non have them have keeled over, especially your puppy." She explained as if he were a child, sarcastic and patronising, "... and because I said so." She added, toying with him.

Harvey knew what the woman was doing. He mulled over making a big deal about it, but ultimately decided against it. After all, Jessica was his boss; she could fire him, and it was clear that no amount of sleazy charm would change her mind. With a deliberately loud sigh of protest mixed with defeat, he grimaced. With all the associates running around, he was sure Jessica was trying to make him claustrophobic.

He gave up his argument as a lost cause, and Jessica smiled to herself, knowing she had won.

She watched, eagle eyed as her employee smoothly exited her office with minimal fuss. Normally, she would have expected Harvey to put up more of a fight, but she was really glad he hadn't. The man was stubborn, and if he knew the truth behind her 'hiring' a new 'associate', then he would be completely unreasonable.

*flashback (two weeks earlier)*

"I don't think you understand, Miss Pearson. We are in no way 'bodyguards'. I'm afraid you'll have to look elsewhere for help with your... 'problem'."

Beneath her calm facade, Jessica fought the urge to slam the phone down on the man. Maintaining an air of coolness, instead she replied confidently, "No, I don't think you understand, Director Fury. Harvey Specter is one of the most influential lawyers in New York, and with that he made very powerful enemies. If the threats I have received concerning him, I don't think he will still be alive by the end of the month. You're our only option."

"Like I said, we aren't-"

"Need I remind you of the times Pearson Hardman has represented your agents over the years. I believe you owe me."

Fury swore silently. Damn lawyers! He had just been involuntarily backed into a corner, and as far as he could see, there was no way out. The woman had guts the pull a stunt like that, especially on him.

With a resignated sigh, Fury finally responded.

"Okay, we will send an agent over."

"Only one?" Jessica repeated doubtfully.

"Trust me; this agent will be enough."

*end of flashback*

The world whizzed by, but Natasha remained oblivious as she sat in the back of a taxi. She reached into her bag, and retrieved a pale folder. It contained key information she needed for the mission, but overall wasn't that helpful.

They had no idea who was sending the threats. There were over 100 possible suspects, and that was once they had narrowed it down. Some of them were bad news; some were involved in certain gangs, and others had big reputations in the criminal world. And all of them were suspects... at least, until someone actually makes an attempt to kill Specter. That could take weeks, months even!

Subconsciously tapping her earpiece and the only remaining connection she had to 'Natasha Romanov', she returned the folder to her bag just as the taxi pulled up outside a shiny building.

"Here you go! Pearsons & Hardmans, Miss...?"

The redhead gave the driver a small smile, "Rushman. Natalie Rushman."