My works are all un beated so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.
The Avengers and related characters do not belong to me (as much as I wish they did), I just borrow them from time to time.
Reviews are always appreciated!
*This author is now back at uni, all uncompleted stories are still in progress and i will still be working on them, however it may be a while between updates, sorry!*
Natasha woke first; a burning sensation overwhelming her entire body, It felt like she was on fire. It ripped her from unconsciousness in an instant and left her feeling disorientated and dazed.
Scrambling out of the light and into the darkest corner of the room, she desperately fought to regain her composure; slowly opening her eyes, everything looked different despite it being exactly the same.
Her book was still lay open on the sofa where'd she'd left it, Clint's bow was on the table next to Tony's mug of coffee, the newspaper, Pepper's sweater; everything was as it was earlier... But it all looked strange. Every minute detail was now visible to her; the small imperfections in Tony's mug, the frayed material on the sweater, the creases marring the cover of her book; everything seemed magnified, and everything was so bright.
The overloading of her senses wasn't limited to her sight; she could smell the familiar scents of her teammates; coffee, sweat, aftershave, leather, smoke and chemicals. She could smell it all, hear them breathing, the beating of their hearts, the gentle and constant hum of the arc reactor...
She looked over to her five unconscious team mates, none of whom looked injured; just completely out of it. Wracking her brain she tried to remember how the six of them had ended up flat out on the floor...
Natasha thought she remembered Amora being there there, for some reason?... She was angry about, something...? She cursed herself for her fragmented memories as she tried to put together the pieces.
Amora turned up unexpectedly and appeared on the communal floor as the six of them ate dinner... Somehow getting round all of Tony's security; cursing and muttering under her breath. She was furious, Thor had tried to reason with her; but she vanished in a cloud of white smoke... and that's all Natasha could remember.
Tony stirred slightly as the sunlight coming in through the window reached his face, scowling; he swiped his hand toward the source of the light and Natasha watched as a blind slid closed, leaving Tony to peacefully sleep in the dark once again.
"Jarvis?" Natasha whispered, but got no response. She got the feeling something was distinctly wrong here...
Frowning in confusion, she suddenly noticed how strange her mouth felt. Moving her tongue around her mouth in an exploratory way, she jumped as it ran against something incredibly sharp. She could taste blood, and her hand flew up to her face, she didn't quite believe what she was feeling as her fingers ran over what could only be describes as fangs. Concern coursing through her body; she forced herself to her feet and made her way over to the mirror in the bathroom, reavhing it much faster that she'd expected; she gasped when she found was no reflection.
What the hell?!