Title: All Hallow's Eve
Synopsis: And so it happened that on one fateful night, a certain Avenger was discovered as being less superhuman and more supernatural.
Natasha was perfect… or about as close to perfect as one could get. She was triple threat: smart, beautiful and deadly; which made her the perfect spy… and the perfect assassin. And aside from the part where she could snap your neck without even breaking a sweat, she was an absolute wonder to work with.
No, really.
You wouldn't think it but, while she was professional when she needed to be, behind the scenes she would sit and listen if you needed to talk. She'd give you a touch here and there, and on the rarest occasion, a hug, physical comfort going a long way towards helping the healing process.
And damn it, but the woman made the most heavenly cup of hot cocoa you could ever imagine. Well, okay, it was a toss-up between her's and Bruce's. But Bruce's was somewhat spicy like ancient South American chocolate so while it was definitely scrumdiddlyumptious, sometimes you just wanted some good old fashioned hot cocoa with optional whipped cream and marshmallows. Yum.
The cocoa isn't really the point here though, this is:
Besides being absurdly adept at what she did, Natasha Romanoff was trusted teammate and valued friend to the newly assembled Avengers.
And so it happened that despite all this, on one fateful, frightful night, Natasha was discovered as being less superhuman and more supernatural.
Author's Note: Holy Cannoli! I haven't written in ages! But All Hollow's Eve is fairly soon and it's my absolute favourite holiday... And, hey, it's 2013 and 13's always been a lucky number of mine, even if it's not my favourite number... Sorry, 13! I love ya though!
So enough about moi, how are you homo sapiens and assorted company liking the story so far? Or do you hate it? Despise it? Wanna toss it off the top floor of Stark Tower? What? That's not a thing? It should be a thing... a real thing. And I should control the tesseract and the whole universe... and it shall be mine!
What was I saying before Loki's hypnotic gaze put me under his spell? (Hmm... it makes more sense if you can see that I'm sitting in a movie theater near a cardboard box-thing advertising Thor: The Dark World and a certain Trickster God is staring at me...)
Right! Love it? Hate it? I do have more written down (read: typed up) but I felt like this was more of a prologue to the story than part of the actual story itself. My goal this story is to (a) actually finish it and (b) have it be more than a one-shot. Or a two-shot.
Will I be able to write a full four to five chapter story, no matter how short the chapters may be? Will I go through with writing an unrelated bonus chapter (It's still All Hollow's Eve themed, so not completely unrelated) after this story has ended? All of these are perfectly valid questions that even I don't have the answer to!
Wish me luck!
P.S. I promise to try to write more story than author's note next time. Sorry!