So I had this crazy idea for a SuperWhoLock story involving Natasha from the Avengers and I hope you enjoy it. I don't own any of these characters, but the idea's mine so there's that. No copyright is intended. Please give me feedback. I'm an aspiring writer so I'm always open to hear where I can improve. Also, I'm new to this website and I obviously don't know how it works, so sorry if this little paragraph is weird, but I don't wanna get sued. Enjoy!

Natasha brings Mycroft some interesting news.

Chapter 1

"You'll wear a hole in the floor," Anthea stated, watching Mycroft Holmes pace tirelessly across his office.

"Highly improbable dear Anthea," Mycroft simply replied, keeping his strides even.

A small smile tugged the edges of Anthea's mouth at her boss's response. Normally, people would be annoyed by this response, Lord knows it's annoyed her before, but today was different. All the time she spent with her boss and never once had she seen him pace. Something was coming. Something big. Anthea loved the suspense.

As she placed the small stack of papers she held in her arms on the table, Mycroft stopped his repetitive walk and strode toward his faithful assistant.

"Do you have a new report for me?" he asked passively, walking around his desk and to his chair.

"Nothing has changed much to Sherlock's discomfort," Anthea reported. "You and your brother may like to point out your differences to myself and Dr. Watson, but when you're both identical when it comes to how easily it is for you two to be bored."

Mycroft tried to hide the smile threatening to stretch across his face, but only slightly succeeded.

"Is that all my dear?" he questioned, sitting down in his office chair and grabbing the files before him.

"That's all," Anthea smiled, turning on her heels and exiting her boss's office.

Mycroft proceeded to read through the files in silence for a few minutes before slicing through the void with his voice.

"Your derision to doors will never cease to amaze me. All that training, and never once have I ever witnessed you turn a doorknob."

"I was busy learning hand to hand," a female voice responded. "I must have missed the class."

"It's been far too long since your last visit, Natasha," Mycroft closed an open file before him and stacked it neatly on top of the others. "To what or to whom do I owe this pleasure?"

Natasha Romanov emerged from the shadows and held up an envelope in her right hand.

"Fury asked me to bring you this," she replied, dropping the envelope before him.

"A trained assassin turned mailman," Mycroft crossed his hands before him and stared at the beautiful redhead before him, meeting his eyes fearlessly. "I'm sure there's a movie script in there somewhere."

Natasha's eyes remained emotionless, yet an amused smirk touched her lips. "Just read the letter," she demanded, turning from the most powerful man in England to stare out his window.

The sound of the letter opening was all that filled the room for several seconds, followed by a deafening silence.

"How long?" Mycroft's voice was all but a whisper.

"A few weeks maybe," Natasha answered, staring out the window with an expressionless face, "Possibly a month. We aren't entirely sure."

"What does Fury suggest we do?" Natasha's head whipped around at this question. In all the time she knew Mycroft Holmes, not once had he asked about Fury's input on things. It made sense he would ask considering that Fury was the best strategist he knew, but it still came as a shock that a Holmes brother would admit in his need for help. Natasha crossed her arms and slowly made her way back to Mycroft's desk.

"You know Fury never tells me anything," she sighed.

"I also know you never ask," Mycroft's eyes gleamed with fear and amusement. "What do you suggest I do?"

Natasha met eyes with Mycroft in shock and smiled lightly.

"You already know," she replied.

"Gather the troops then my dear," Mycroft broke his eye contact with Natasha and removed the file from the top of the stacks, opening the second. "And please, do let me know how it all turns out."

"Will they be willing?" Natasha rose her eyebrow.

"No," Mycroft answered. "However-"Mycroft stared up at Natasha from beneath his eyelashes- "it has been a bit boring."

AN: What does it say?! I'm gonna try to update this as often as possible because I have ideas bursting out of me. The next chapter will start introducing the gang so stay tuned!

xo,

Madeline