~Prelude~

Clint paced in front of her door, "Natasha? You okay?" He heard her sniffling, yelling and acting extremely strange ever since Fury had suggested the group of heros take a month off.

She screamed from inside the bedroom, "Go away!"

He rolled his eyes. Once in a while Natasha Romanov would get like this, but it had been a long time since she snapped at him and in that moment he was begging for some sort of discipline. But yelling at someone for no reason, was not like the little Russian spy.

The archer decided to let it go for the day, though she had been completely irritable the past 6 days. One minute she wanted soup, the next she wanted salad and soon, she was throwing her food at Stark in a fit of rage.

Stark may have deserved that, but Steve Rogers wasn't immune to her rage either. He had made an effort to bring her up hot chocolate in an attempt to make her smile but instead, she aimed to smash it towards his head.

Thor was always getting picked on by various members though Romanov seemed to tolerate him better then anyone else. But when Natasha physically punched him for simply 'getting in her way', the group started to become more concerned.

Clint scratched his head wondering what could possibly be wrong with his friend. She was always tough and sort of quiet and very talented at hiding her emotions. What the hell was this?

He narrowed the possibilities as he headed towards the room where the rest of the crew was gathered, including Miss Potts.

Tony stayed melted on the coach resting his head on the lap of personal red-haired assistant. Pepper gently brushed his hair listening to him complain about the Russian spy.

"She's been a downright witch Rogers! I can't take it anymore!"

Steve sighs from the floor sketching a landscape on a small pad, "Maybe she's just stressed."

Thor grumbled from the chair beside the sofa, "She insults the son of the living Odin!"

Tony makes a face, "Shut up and eat your popcorn Thor! Nobody cares!" Pepper looks down at her boss lightly slapping his forehead. He whimpers sticking his tongue out at her like a child.

Steve looks up as his the point of his pencil snaps, "Um, ma'am, do you have another pencil?"

Tony looks at Pepper, "Don't get up! I need my pillow!"

She rolls her eyes, "Will you relax? And stop complaining! In the top drawer Steve."

Clint paces the living room, "Where's Dr. Banner?"

Thor looks over his shoulder, "He is currently communicating with director Fury on Master Starks cellular device."

Tony claps his hands issuing a screen to come down to his level, "initiate tie-in communications with Fury's phone call."

Tony returns the screen to it's place as Bruce steps back into the room, "Nevermind JARVIS. So what up Banner?"

The doctor's cheeks flush red gripping his neck, "It's- nevermind. She's fine."

Tony sits up looking at his friend, "Fine?! She's throwing food around, punching people, and you're going to tell me she's fine?"

Clint widens his eyes, "I want to know what's wrong with Nat!"

Bruce nervously smiles feeling uncomfortable discussing it. He stutters, "I'm serious! She's alright, just give her week."

Pepper smiles at Bruce, "Oh! I get it."

Tony looks at her, "Tell me!"

She smirks, "Natasha's just got her little friend. No biggy."

Stark thinks for a moment before making a face, "Crap! You mean it's ladies week?!"

She nods. Stark rolls his eyes, "Okay guys, it's going to be hell here! You hear me! I mean HELL! Clint you better give her some serious bonding time or your going to make us all suffer!"

Pepper hits him, "Will you stop it! It's not that big of a deal!"

Steve covers his ears, "Why am I getting the feeling I'm hearing way too much then I should be?!"

Clint lowers his eyebrows, "She hasn't had that since- wait why is she off the pill?"

Bruce bites his lip, "Because it's not healthy to be on something like that for this long without a break. According to the records I have, it's been long enough."

"You have records?"

Bruce looks to the side, feeling slightly embarrassed, "I mean, Natasha was a patient, did something change?"

Clint looks down, never fully comfortable with Bruce as her primary physician, "No. But, she'll be okay? She'll go back to normal?"

He shifts his weight nervously, "Eventually, her body's just in a bit of shock right now. Just give her while to readjust, she'll be alright."

Clint Barton nods, content with his answer.

Tony removes himself from off of Pepper and stands up, "I'm hiding in the lab. Tell me when it's Monday. Coming Bruce?"