Natasha

Natasha was sparing with Clint when her cell phone rings. As she heard it she stopped playing and pins Clint in an arm lock. "Sorry. I should get that." She lets go of Clint and he rolls up.

Ya, sure, no worries. Not like my dignity is spilled on the mat or anything." He says as he rolls his shoulder.

Natasha rolls her eyes and answers the phone. "Hello?" She listens to the voice on the other end say, "I owe a debt, here's the compensation. Rumor is, a man has been spotted in your area causing scenes and using skills that… mirror your own. We're even now." *Click*. Well he hasn't lied in the past, I should check this out.

"So who was that Tash?" Clint asked from behind her.

"Wha-. Oh ya, sure. Old contact informed me someone was in New York and might be a cause for concern."

"Do you know em?"

"Not enough detail to narrow it down. But I'm sure we can find some of his damaged property."

"Great. I was tired of being a punching bag anyways."

"And yet you come back every day? Does that make you masochist?"

"Oh bite me!" He started running as she chased him. "I didn't mean that literally!"

Natasha and Clint found the clothing store with an ambulance and police officer out front. A man was sitting on the back of the ambulance with an ice pack around his neck. So he looked like the man they wanted to talk too.

"Excuse me sir, do you know what happened here?" Natasha asked the man.

"Ya I do! A freak walks in the store in a wet robe, grabs some clothes and goes to change. He comes out in the clothes and just tries to leave. The nerve, right? I try to stop him and he knocks me out with some kung fu judo."

"Did you get any of this on camera?" Clint tosses out.

"Sure do. Cops are lookin at it now."

"Thank you sir." Natasha said as she started to turn.

"Call me Bobby, call me anytime." "Bobby" said with a wink.

"Ya right." Clint said under his breath and walked with Natasha into the store. They walked up to the officers and asked if they could also see the tapes. The officers complied without worry. This guy doesn't even see what he is doing is wrong, like it is a normal day. Natasha thought.

"Let's go find this guy Clint." She whispered to him so the officers wouldn't hear her use his name. They walked out to the street and moved to the empty rooftops to talk.

"You have a plan for finding him? Suns going down and we only know his face from a sketchy security camera." Clint said negatively.

"If I was him, and I was in a new city, I would go…" Natasha rotates in circles as she looks around, and then mumbles to herself. "…to the highest point I could find. THERE!" She Points at the tallest building in New York City… Stark Towers!

"You're taking a bet he is on Tony's roof? That's pretty thin. You know how hurt Tony gets when people make his security look bad."

"If this guy is as good as I think he is he'll be there." Natasha walks off toward Stark Towers without another word. It took about fifteen minutes to get to the tower and about five to get all the way to the very top.

"Dang glad I didn't make that bet." Clint said. Because right on top of the highest pillar of the roof, sat a single person staring at the sky.

"Be quiet; let's try to keep our advantage." So they slowly stalk up behind the man, when suddenly the man vanished. And in the next moment Clint was sent flying from a kick to the back. Natasha reacted in time to catch a fist aimed for her neck. Natasha got a good look at the man who they were tracking… "You're just a boy?!" She didn't have time to consider this thought any further because they were launched into a hand to hand combat fight. Surprisingly enough, Natasha was evenly matched.

Clint had pulled off to the side, drawing his bow and notching an arrow and waited for an opening. But none came; their fight was to intense and happening to fast for a clear shot. "Tash, you better break away! Cuz I don't have a clear shot."

A little while later Clint hears boosters coming from behind him. He glanced over his shoulder for a moment to see Tony with his gloves and boots on, hovering onto the roof. "What the heck is all the commotion up here? Clint what are you doing here and why is Natasha fighting with a guy on my roof? Wait, is that guy keeping up with Natasha?" The irritation vanished from his voice turning to interest.

"So far, ya. We tracked him here from the city, and right now the fight is too intense to get a clear shot."

"Really? Well I'll put a hundred on the guy. He seems to know how to fight. You in?" Clint tossed Tony a glare. "Oh come on, if Natasha wins you get a hundred dollars, the guy there wins you shoot him. Win win."

Under his breath Clint says. "Fine, I'm in." And Tony grinned

Both Natasha and the "boy" fell to the ground. Natasha recovered just a little faster and drew her gun, placing it at the temple of his head."Stop or I shoot." The boy stopped moving all together. "Tony! You better get over and help. And since you bet against me, we're questioning him here!" She said letting her voice drip with irritation.

"No problem!" He said in a hurry. And Clint said to Tony, "You can transfer that money to the usual account."