(Eerie tune is watch?v=BDMmj5WgB8c and the Russian is the Itsy Bitsy spider)
As every black widow graduates the Red Room program, they are sterilized to prevent any attachments. But one young agent, about to graduate, was discovered to be already carrying a child. As phase two of the program, they chemically induce a coma throughout the operative's entire pregnancy, taking the child from her before she becomes aware of it. As the agent is sterilized and released, the child is left abandoned to the mercy of the Red Room, where the deadliest assassin is created. Aleksandra Nikolievna Kuznetsova, the Red Widow.
It had been a basic mission. Get in, grab the nuclear warhead, and get the hell out. Natasha had been posing as a secretary for a few months, and while her presence had been missed at the Avengers tower- mostly by Clint, of course- it had paid off. The plan had gone off without a hitch, and Tony, Steve, Nat, and Clint were now re-entering the tower, Natasha for the first time in a while.
As she walked into the kitchen after a long shower and saw Bruce, he greeted her with a warm smile and a pancake. What he received in return was a twisted wrist and bruised knees as he was forced down behind the counter, on the opposite side from the very open windows.
"Natasha!" he yelped, surprised at her sudden violence.
"What's wrong?" Clint asked as he walked into the room and noticed the problem, quickly hurrying to Nat's side.
"He's covered in dust", she explained.
The rest of the team, who had obviously been alerted by Jarvis, had entered by this point, and Tony scoffed at Natasha's comment.
"Well that's just rude. I mean, he may be a little scruffy, but dusty? Come on."
"No," Clint replied, suddenly completely serious, "Spy dust. It was used by the KGB to tag their victims, so they could be spotted easier on infrared. Somebody is targeting Bruce."
The rest of the team went quiet at that, and all decided to duck behind the kitchen counter as well. They all just barely fit, but they managed to huddle together as they brainstormed.
"How did you know?" Bruce asked hesitantly.
"I'm all too familiar with it. I could smell it the moment I walked in the kitchen, but it wasn't until I got close enough to you that I realized what it was."
"Damn. So Brucie's got spy dust all over him, and no one know's how?"
"I have no clue where I might have picked it up. I don't go out much."
Tony suddenly looked up sharply, calling out to Jarvis. "Jarv. Check all security footage in the garage, but only focus on anomalies. Any time skips, even if it's just ten seconds, or any evidence of tampering whatsoever." Turning to the team, he continued. "I'm thinking someone managed to break into our garage and dump it on the spare post-Hulk blankets I keep in the jet. only Bruce ever uses them, so it must have been picked up a couple days ago when we took on the weird dwarf in the park."
"It makes sense. Anyone handing it to him would have washed it off, but if you had been working in the lab since then, you wouldn't have showered since",Natasha agreed.
Jarvis suddenly made an odd hiccuping sound, and holograms flashed across all the walls at a dizzying speed as the AI managed to croak "Sir... being... hacked..."
Suddenly all the lights shut off and the screens froze, an image repeated on all of them. An eerie tune began to play, and the picture unfocused and refocused rapidly, the single object flashing and glitching as the image jerked from side to side, flickering into four lines in a language most of them couldn't read.
Побежал паучок вверх по водостоку
Но был смыт дождем внезапным прямо на дорогу
Солнце вышло из-за туч, прогнало непогоду
И бежит наш паучек опять по водостоку
"Oh no" Natasha breathed, and even Thor froze as the rest of the Avengers came to realize they were in big trouble. If Natasha was terrified of a song and what looked like a Russian poem, then something truly evil must have caused it. Little did they know that same terrible evil lay in the air ducts above their heads, face stone cold as she memorized every word spoken.
After an half an hour of sitting crouched, whispering to each other in the now dark room, Natasha finally determined that the threat had passed for the moment, and that it was safe for the Avengers to straighten their stiff limbs. They finally staggered from their hiding place and, tripping over their sleeping feet, made their way over to the couches arranged around the room. Natasha still seemed uneasy, but only Clint was able to detect the slightest flickers of emotion on her otherwise still face.
"What the hell was that?" Tony blurted, whirling around to stare at Natasha.
"A reminder. A threat." she answered curtly, eyes unfocused and staring into space.
"Natasha," Clint began calmly, trying to bring her back to reality, "What was that."
She seemed to snap out of her trance, and stood abruptly. "Stark, lock down the tower. No one gets in or out. Clint, priority alpha zeta. Everyone, prepare for the worst."
"Why? What's happening?" Cap asked. "Why are you so worried?"
Nat sighed."It's a long story, and one I don't wish to share."
"Who cares!" Tony barked. "If you're ordering me to lock down the tower, I better have a fantastic explanation."
"Fine," she acquiesced. "But you really aren't going to like it."