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A/N: This is my first time writing a fanfic or writing an actual story tbh. I hope you enjoy it and I would love to hear from you guys regarding as to how I'm doing. Criticism and ideas are very much welcome.
Loki had returned to Earth in hopes of being forgiven by The Avengers and the people of New York City. He had been given his punishment in Asgard, and on top of that, had some, if not all, powers taken away, along with his scepter. His powers would not return until Odin had felt that Loki should regain them. On his return to Midgard, Loki had been greeted by Thor, who thought that taking him out might be a good welcoming party of sorts. The other team members had not been invited due to the fact that Thor thought they would not take the news well that Loki was back.
They went out for a bite to eat, and then afterwards, found themselves at an almost-empty bar. They downed a few drinks and were getting into some pretty heated arguments. Before you know it, pieces of furniture were being thrown across the room at each of the gods from the other.
"Agent Romanoff." The Black Widow heard her name in her earpiece while working out with Clint, and stopped to respond.
"Yes, Director?" She waited to see what Director Nick Fury had to say.
"I need you to find Thor. We've gotten calls of sightings of him at the bar a few blocks from where you are, and it seems that Loki is with him." Nick said calmly. Natasha froze. Did I hear him right? Loki's back? Why was he here, what was he planning? Natasha's mind raced and so did her heart. She snapped out of it and replied without a single sense of emotion in her voice, or on her face.
"Yes, sir." She couldn't let Clint know what was going on. Not after what he went through. Besides, Fury would have told her, or contacted Clint himself if he had wanted Agent Barton to go along.
"Good. There is a car waiting for you just outside. Be quick but be careful. For all we know, Loki could still be trying to rule the world." And with that, Natasha knew it was time to go.
She dabbed the sweat off of herself with a towel, grabbed her clothes, and headed towards the bathroom to change before she left.
Clint, looking somewhat confused, asked, "Nat, where ya going? We're just getting started!" as he jabbed another punching bag.
"Uh," she started. She knew she had to keep her calm demeanor to keep Clint at ease. She knew all to well though that he could see right through her. This being known, she didn't look back, but stopped and replied, "Fury has asked me to go on a small mission, here in the city." She didn't go into further detail.
"Okay, uh, what about me then?" he asked innocently.
"It's very low-profile, I guess. He said I should be able to handle it on my own, and if not, to call you in." she lied. He just shrugged and went back to hitting the bag. Clint knew that Natasha was very capable of handling her own, and didn't think much of her going alone.
Natasha hurriedly changed into her fresh clothes and got out to the car. The ride was only about five minutes long, so she wondered why a car was even sent. It did, however, get her there more quickly than she would've gotten there on foot she supposed.
She stepped into the bar, eyes widening at what she was seeing. Thor and Loki were circling around each other like they were about to wrestle, but Thor was holding a stool and Loki was holding a lamp. The bar was an absolute wreck; tables and chairs broken, a few windows broken, the bar itself had been smashed in places, and a few spots on the wall were damaged where things had obviously been thrown with brute force.
She noticed that mostly everyone had evacuated from the bar, but there were still a few who had refused to leave. The manager, a few employees, and some who were so drunk they thought they didn't know what was going on and had decided to stay and watch. There was a girl there, no more than 22 years old who didn't seem to be drunk, but purely in awe of what she was seeing.
Suddenly, Thor threw the stool and Loki barely jumped to the side in time. They were still circling each other.
The lamp Loki was holding was odd, not one Natasha had seen before. She guessed that it had been some sleek design found online since this bar was an "underground" bar with not many people knowing it was there. The lamp had a flat, circular base, almost like a plate. It was very long and had an hourglass shape.
Seeing as Thor had no weapon, - besides Mjolnir, who Thor didn't use because Loki didn't have his scepter and that wouldn't be fair - Loki threw the lamp. He missed Thor, to no surprise, but it was aiming straight towards the girl. She was frozen with shock as she saw the lamp hurdling towards her, and that's when Natasha leaped into action.
The agent sprinted across the room and got to the girl just in time to save her. Since she was in the way still, the lamp had hit her. The plate-like bottom had contacted Natasha square in the chest, leaving a gash that went through her clothes and onto her skin. One of the bulges making the hourglass figure hit her in the jaw, while another bulge hit her temple.
Loki, being a God, still had superior strength to that of humans, and with the force he used to throw the lamp, he had knocked Natasha to the floor. Already in pain from the lamp hitting her, when her head slammed against the floor it knocked her unconscious. She had tried to stay awake, but her eyes had fluttered shut right after seeing the Gods turn to look at her.