Okay so this is my first 'blackhawk' fanfiction.

Please review with constructive criticism.

This is set days after the Avengers Assemble movie leaves off... if you haven't seen the movie then GET OFF YOUR ASS AND WATCH IT! Spoilers!

I will try to update regularly. I'm kinda nervous bout writing this... enjoy :) Hasn't been proofread so sorry for mistakes.

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Despite knowing that she probably should be, Natasha Romanoff was not listening to a single word leaving Director Fury's mouth, nor were any of her fellow Avengers. She was sat at the large circular table in the middle of the temporary SHIELD HQ, drumming her long nails on the cold, hard metal. She held interest in everything but the long, boring and exceptionally detailed vocal report Fury was giving - with the help of Agent Hill, who butted in every five minuets to correct her boss - about the details of the extra-terrestrial fight the Avengers had won for Manhattan. Natasha diverted her attention away from the single-eyed man and looked around the table. Sat the closest to Fury was Hill, looking with admiration at Fury while some rookies looked the same to both her and her boss. A few older agents sat in the space between the eager eyed fans and the Avengers, creating a nice barrier between the crazy and the not-caring. The older agents took some notes, many doodling in the corners of their notebooks, not needed all of the information but still listening all the same. Then she looked to her team mates.

The first to catch her eye was Dr Bruce Banner, flinching every time Fury mentioned the 'other guy' and giving awkward smiles to the rookies that looked at him, drawing their attention from Fury and Hill to see the man who turned to the Hulk. He held the most interest out of all the Avengers but still not enough to give Fury his undivided attention, Natasha could tell that he was in some daydream, not wanting to pry, she moved on to the next Avenger.

Steve Rogers was next in line, sat quietly next to Bruce with a sure lack of interest shown upon his face, he held in his hands the Captain America trading cards Coulson loved, still feeling a small pang of guilt from not signing them sooner, he never knew Coulson but Natasha knew that Steve felt some compassion towards the dead Agent, it had taken its toll on them all.

Tony Stark sat next to the living legend, smiling down at his lap Natasha knew he was messaging Pepper under the table, if she didn't know Pepper better she would have assumed it was a dirty conversation, but then again, Pepper had always brought out the best in Tony, it was only a matter of time until he realized just how much he needed her. Tony looked up from his phone and saw Natasha's eyes on him, he smiled a genuine smile which she returned, she then came to the conclusion that Pepper must be due home today from DC, that would explain Tony's happiness.

Next to Tony was a empty chair, obviously meant for the God who was currently worlds away with his brother, Natasha would always be grateful to Thor from saving her from the Hulk, but Loki was another story, she would sleep a hell of a lot better if she could bash his brains out for all of the nightmares he had given her, and that moment in the cage that she kept reliving had affected her in so many ways. She thought about what he said to her once again.

'I won't touch Barton, not until I make him kill you! Slowly, intimately, in every way he knows you fear! And when he wakes, he'll have just enough time to see his good work, and then when he screams, I'll bash in his skull.'

A gentle knock on her right shoulder made Natasha come out of her memory, she looked to her right to see a concerned Clint Barton, he must have noticed she was distressed, though no ones else around the table had, Clint could read her like a book, she looked back at him after doing a once over the table, he mouthed the words 'you okay?' to her, sheer concern in his eyes, they had been partners for so long, it was hard to break the strong bond they held. She nodded in return and when back to not concentrating on Fury.

After the ridiculously long mission overview Fury slammed his fists onto the table, aware that none of the Avengers were listening through the actual talk. All of the team then turned to face him with their utmost concentration. "You may all leave." He spoke loudly and clearly "Except the Avengers." Every scurried away except Agent Hill and the Avengers, who shared quick frantic glaces. "I have a proposition for you all, if you're interested. Stark already knows this." Fury moved to sit in the chair meant for Thor, a friendly gesture. The Avengers nodded for his to go on, none of them liking that Stark got to know first. "I want the five of you, plus Thor when he returns, to form a permanent team, to fight more advanced battles and go on more dangerous missions that are currently too risky for normal SHIELD agents to attend, the sort of risky missions I would send Hawkeye and Black Widow on. It would mean that this would be your life from now on, no side jobs, but the missions aren't frequent and the pay is pretty damn good. Interested?" Fury explained and asked, getting straight to the point. "I've made information packs on the job, I will meet you all here this time tomorrow and you can tell me if you're in or not, I'll leave Tony to explain the rest." Then without another word, he got up and left, leaving Tony in charge.

"It'll be a live in job, starting tomorrow, I'm modifying Stark Tower and making it Avenger Tower, where we all will live, rent free." He smiled at his sort-of joke and carried on explaining, Natasha and Clint both thought how amazing this job sounded, more money, more holidays, they would just have to cope with living with the Avengers. Easier said then done.

Natasha was in her small room aboard the SHIELD HQ, packing her belongings, knowing that she was going to take the job gratefully, while wondering what the others would do, there was a light knock at her door and she immediately noticed that due to the lightness of the knock, and the time and placement in which the knocks happened that it was either Clint or Tony, both of which she didn't mind speaking to at this moment so she left the bag on her bed and went to unlock the door. Seconds later Clint pushed through into her room with a smile on his face, saying nothing he went to sit down on her bed while she continued to pack. "So you're taking the job I'm guessing." He said, picking up an apple from the fruit bowl on her bedside table and starting to munch.

"Yeah, seems like a damn good deal, it'll be nice to get out of this job and into something new. What about you?"

"I dunno, I was gunna, then I realized that I would have to live with Stark and started to back away from the idea." He let out a single, dark laugh and returned to his apple.

"Tony's not that bad once you get to know him. Please do it, I don't think I will be as good without Hawkeye watching my back." She told him, laughing rhythmically.

"It's not your back I'm watching." He told the red-head "My eyes are a little bit lower."

She smacked him on the arm, this was typical them.

"Alright, alright, I'll do it." He told her, then he got up and left the room, leaving Natasha feeling a little self conscientious about her ass.

What did you think? Do you like where this is heading? I wanted the avengers all living together because that's how it is in the comics.

Sorry this chapter was a bit bland but I wanted to set up the scene and the environment so no one was confused about whats going on.

Next chapter will be up soon, promise, and with much more content, promise!

Thanks for readin' x

~Beth~