I do not own the characters or major plotlines in this fic - they all go to the beautiful minds at Marvel :)
Author Note: I don't own the pic used as the cover image of this fic :)
"Syri gjeraqinë. Ejani tek unë, dëgjoni mua, eja me mua." Loki's chant rolled off his tongue, the air becoming almost tangible with the magic. Slowly, he heard footsteps approaching from the darkness, shuffling footsteps of someone who wished they could turn around. Loki stopped speaking, the silence ringing. The person whom he had called stepped into the faint light, his eyes glowing blue once more.
"Welcome, Agent Barton."
Natasha entered the cold room silently. Loki looked up from the blank desk in front of him.
"There's not many people who can sneak up on me." He murmured. Natasha allowed herself a small grin.
"But you figured I'd come." This time it wasn't a question. Loki had known, Natasha had known – she would go to see him. "Why did you summon me this time?" she asked. Loki stood, slowly, threateningly.
"We had a bargain Natasha." One of Natasha's perfectly sculpted eye brows raised in question.
"Everything between you and I was over when I closed the portal you tried to destroy my home with." Natasha spun to leave, already over conversing with the cold hearted God.
"Don't you want to know what happened to Barton?" Loki asked his voice light. Natasha's body tensed as he mentioned her partner's name. She had seen Clint leave Tony's party the night before looking very ill.
"You're not king of the mountain Loki – as I said before, you're a monster." Loki stood his hands slamming on the table.
"I am not a monster!" Natasha allowed herself a grin again. When she spun to face the enraged man before her however her face was impassive. A smirk appeared on Loki's face and he muttered something unintelligible. Natasha froze. She had been around Thor enough to recognize the feeling of magic in the air. She waited, waited for the stabbing pain on her body or in her mind, waited for the inability to think or speak or even breathe. Then she heard it – footsteps coming from behind her.
She spun, already in a fighting stance. Then she saw him – her best friend, her partner, Clint Barton. He looked as he had when Loki had him under control.
"Clint…" She breathed. He looked at her, regret in his eyes.
"Don't scream, Tasha." Her breath caught and Loki softly laughed behind her. Clint held one of his own hand-made arrows; he spun it in his hand. Tasha moved out of her stance, hands by her side, breathing heavily.
"Clint, no…" Clint looked at her as he stepped forward another step.
"Please, Tasha, don't scream."
Natasha Romanoff, a.k.a Black Widow and S.H.I.E.L.D. agent was discovered dead 3 days later with an arrow buried in her chest. The four men who discovered her knew whose arrow it was – they had seen him making ones similar to it two days before.
Clint Barton, a.k.a Hawkeye and S.H.I.E.L.D. agent disappeared off the face of the earth. Not even Tony Stark's most advanced technology could find him. No one but Death would find him.
