So, this is my rewritten version of Bladewolf Uncaged.

Now, this is still a Natasha/OC story, since there's freaking hardly any. Anyway, this will go through a few of the MCU movies, but not all of them. The ones confirmed are The Incredible Hulk, Iron Man, Iron Man 2, Thor, the Avengers, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Avengers: Age of Ultron, Captain America: Civil War, and of course Avengers: Infinity War. So nine films.

There will be a prequel to this called The Bladewolf: Origins. That story will go through Captain America, and the X-men films, prequel ones.

Also, my OC's outfit will be the one in the story's picture, the Arkham Knight Red Hood design, only the mask/Helmet is black.

Now, let's get to this story shall we?

Our story begins in the early months of 2010, In New York, sitting on a rooftop as the quiet night passed, was a young man around twenty years old, he was WAY older than that despite how he looks.

He was wearing a light grey jacket with a red zipper design, and a black hood. He had a black helmet on that covered his whole head and left no facial expression on the front, just a smooth reflecting surface, so any light just reflects off it, fire as well. Like looking into a mirror. He also wore a light grey shirt that was rather tight against his chest, showing off the muscles he has there, in the center of it was the glaring face of the black wolf. For leg wear, he wore light grey trousers, and for footwear he had on black military boots. And finally, over his hands were a pair of black leather military gloves.

Strapped to his thighs were gun holsters for two handguns, where two modified handguns rested in. The young man had a phone in hand, waiting for the guy who's paying him for this to answer the damn phone. He sighed and pressed a button on the side of the mask and it lifted up to reveal his face. He was very handsome, had brown eyes, black hair, a scar going down his right eye, a scar that has been there too long to fade.

His name was George Edwards AKA The Bladewolf, the immortal who's lived since Ancient Greece. So yeah, he's been through a lot and seen the world change to the world it is today.

"What?" His boss said in a snappish tone.

George lifted the phone to his lips. "Angelo, it's the Exterminator, my account is looking very thin here." The Immortal Mercenary and Anti-Hero looked at his phone displaying his account which had zero money in it.

"No one gets paid until what needs to get done gets done." Angelo said in a annoyed tone, as if this wasn't the first time he heard this, which it wasn't as George prefers being paid double and up front before doing what he's getting paid to do.

George shook his head as replied. "That's not the rules, no money no honey." The Mercenary looked down and saw his target arriving with some bodyguards. "Oh look, there's your boy right now, with about fifteen of his new best friends." George looked at his account and still saw it at zero balance. The Merc looked at his left arm where a wrist bracer of sorts was and he saw that the hacking of a few snobbish billionaires was nearly complete, making him smirk before he spoke on the phone. "I'm still seeing zeroes here, boy."

"Then stop being cute, and do you're job." Angelo snapped as the Bladewolf's target was exiting the car.

"There taking him out of the car now, in about 30 seconds you're window is going to close forever." George said as he saw the hacking was almost done, just about a minute left.

"Okay, okay, okay, relax, there was an accounting error, we sent it." Angelo said and George's phone made a sound and he looked to see $1,000,00,000 put into the account. George then saw his hacking was complete and the number changed to $500,000,000,000 making George grin before he said one last thing.

"Cheers Angie." With that, he drew one of his handguns and fired, getting a direct hit into the back of his targets head. George had his mask slide down and he ran to the edge of the rooftop, jumping off and falling down onto the saddle of a 2010 black Harley Davidson Motorcycle. He turned it on and gunned it down the street, chuckling as he was rich. Hey, he wasn't a hero nor a villain, Anti-heroes were very different from you're usual heroes like Batman, Superman. George killed for money and killed the scumbags who deserved to die, coos were corrupt so he was taking the law into his own hands to show true justice.

But enough about all that, he had to get to Las Vegas since his Godson and nephew, though not related, was having a reward giving to him. But if you know Tony Stark like the Mercenary does, then you'll know he'll be gambling and getting into a woman's pants.

Might as well get myself laid tonight, last time I had sex was three weeks ago. George thought.

"Why did I have a feeling you'd be here and not getting you're award?" George asked amusedly as he came to stand beside his nephew who was gambling.

"Hey uncle, ladies that's my uncle though he may not look like it." Tony said, causing George to give him an unamused look this time. "Too much?" George nodded and Tony chuckled sheepishly. "My bad."

"You do know I can score a hot lady myself, right?" George asked, crossing his arms.

"It's called helping a man out." Tony shrugged before their friend James Rhodes came up to them.

"Actually it's 'Help a brother out',and that's for black folks." James said in amusement as he fist bumped George, who had been in the army himself a few times, in fact he was probably in all of them alongside his friend Logan. "And you do know you're getting an award presented to you, right?" He asked Tony.

But the son of Howard Stark wasn't listening as he was continuing to gamble. George rolled his eyes as a very hot redhead was in his arms. Yeah, he was sooo scoring tonight, and the face she is a redhead makes it even better as he had a thing for redheads, older women or not.

"You got a hotel we can go back to?" The hot redhead asked as she grinded against him, her very short black dress, which was nearly exposing her panties, caused her crotch area to slide against his leg and he held her closed, running a hand across her smooth rear and squeezing.

"No, but I got a better place." George said as he and his girl for the night walked away, George remembered to text his Godson that he'd be staying at Tony's house in Malibu.

As soon as they entered the door, the redhead and George already had their tongues down each other's throat, the redhead moaning as she stripped her dress off, leaving her in her underwear. George stripped out of his own clothes, lifted the hot woman up by the kegs, which wrapped around his waist immediately, and he took her to the bedroom he stays in when he stays at Tony's.

As soon as they landed on the bed, it was one more wild night of sex for the Bladewolf. George didn't notice JARVIS, the Stark's A.I. inform him of Tony arriving with a guest of his own, the Merc was busy thrusting into the tight pussy if the redhead who was screaming his name aloud.

What another night.

The next morning, George woke up to see his female bed mate was gone, probably left during the morning to go home after getting the feeling in her legs back since she got fucked hard, from behind and from the front. Anyway, enough about George's one night stand, the Mercenary sat up in bed and swung his legs out,reaching down to grab a pair of boxers to put on.

He stood up from the bed and the covers fell off, revealing his body covered in 40% of scars, ones that not even his healing factor could heal. He sighed as he looked in a mirror at himself, the scars were on his arms and chest, and covering his whole back was a glaring face of a black wolf with hellfire eyes, a tattoo he got when tattoos were invented.

Getting his clothes back on, George left the bedroom and went downstairs. He stopped and hides when he sees a very familiar nosy reporter, Christine Everheart, how does he know her? Well, he slept with her. You see, she got way too personal with her questions, he needed stress relief, she needed stress relief and they went back to her hotel room where one thing led to another.

However, he immediately left after she fell asleep as he had stuff to do, and right now he wasn't interested in hearing her complain about getting left after sleeping with a guy. He sighed in relief when Pepper Potts showed up, gave her her clothes and the reporter left.

"You know, it's times like this I wish we never stopped dating." George said, causing Pepper to turn to him.

"Weren't you the one who said we had to stop, after sleeping with me ten times and we dated for only three years?" Pepper said, hands on her hips. And George was reminded of a younger her in a very sexy bikini in the same pose before he ended up sleeping with her.

Yes, he use to date Pepper Potts, deal with it, their just friends now.

"Touché." George shrugged before sniffing the air and said. "Tony's in the basement area."

"I know." Pepper said before she went to go see Tony. George on the other hand went to the kitchen to find himself some beer, damn he rubbed off on Logan with the 'trash a kitchen until you find beer' thing. It was hilarious. George eventually found a bottle in the fridge and grinned before taking it and going to watch some TV.

Tony eventually said goodbye to his Godfather before going to the airport that would fly him to Afghanistan where he'd meet a Military escort.

George was on his fifteenth beer, he couldn't get drunk thanks to his healing factor, when he got a call from Rhody.

Tony had gone missing.

Okay, I know my OC can seem kinda laid back or something, but he HAS lived since ancient Greece, I think he knows how to keep his guard up and stay laid back at the sake time. Also, he's been around a long time, of course he's going to have one night stands, but when he meets Natasha that's going to be a whole lot different.

Chapter update: changed the weird 500 trillion looking number to a lower type. By the way, the big number is 500 billion, at least that's how I think it goes. We get 500 Billion right?