Hawkeye and Black Widow

"Natasha... come on I know your in there..." Hawkeye stated calmly at his now purple eyed partner.

He and the Black Widow were circling each other.

Hawkeye with his bow pointed at her head only two arrows left, Black Widow with only her hands and feet, her gun laying forgotten on the floor.

"I don't know what you mean American" her Russian accent back heavily.

Clint sighed, it was hopeless. The person he knew was long gone after the purple man was able to bend her to his will, super soldier or not.

The Black Widow ran at him, and Hawkeye fired an explosive tip arrow at her point blank. She dodged it by rolling to the side and picking up her gun, she fired two shots in quick succession hitting Hawkeye in his bicep and his abdomen. He dropped to the floor breathing heavily, he'd had worse. One of the shots must have hit an artery though as it was bleeding profusely.

Black Widow's eyes went back to their usual vibrant green, as the purple mans influence left her.

As her eyes closed in on her fallen partner, she felt an overwhelming hit of pain and guilt washed over her as she ran to her face down partner.

She rolled him and looked into his blue eyes, no they were now purple!

She fell backwards in surprise as he shot her with his own pistol strapped to his lower leg.

They both fell backwards eyes back to normal, all presence inside them long gone, as they lay dying...

The purple man stood in the corner of the room grinning deviously as he saw the two super-agents die.

11 and a 1/2 months later

Bruce Banner stood up on the spot where his two friends and spy extraordinaire's died. Hawkeye's bow in one hand and Black Widow's duel wield pistols in holsters at his side, while Captain America's shield was strapped to his back.

Reminiscing about old times was about the only thing that would stop the Hulk from coming out. The 'happy days' after the battle of New York, before the new threat.

He walked away slowly thinking about what was.