What Happens When Nick Fury and Bruce Banner are left in charge of an Intoxicated Russian Spy.
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A/N: So really, this was meant to be up sooner but everything got in the way. I'm also so happy you all liked the first chapter! I'm really happy with the reviews I got! Thank you and enjoy!
Dedicated to my roleplay group on Instagram and my friend, Eve!
When Natasha opened her bright, green, emerald eyes the first thing she thought about was 'Where's the vodka.' Then she stopped, a better question would be where was she. The room was grey, a concrete wall is what she saw, slowly Natasha lifted herself up, her hair all messy and in her eyes, in other words, Natasha looked like she'd just been pulled through a bush.
Natasha sat up straight, looking around again glaring, what was she doing there? All the redhead knew is that she was thirsty and in some sort of cell.
"Agent Romanoff." Came the stern voice of Nick Fury.
Natasha giggled, squinting her eyes. "Hi, mister pirate man, ol' Saint Nick, the king of -" The intoxicated Black Widow was cut off by someone clearing their throat, that person was none other than Doctor Bruce Banner.
"Miss Romanoff, if you please." Bruce spoke up.
"Yes man-with-breathtaking-anger-management-issues?" Again, Agent Romanoff giggled.
Bruce sighed, rubbing his temples in exhaustion, intoxicated spies were not something Bruce was overly fond of.
"To the point," Interrupted Fury.
Bruce shook his head, his attention focusing on Tasha again. "Of course, the point Miss Romanoff," The scientist paused, taking a long needle from behind his back.
"Nooooo!" Natasha shouted dramatically. "Before I die -" The redhead was cut off by Fury.
"Romanoff, y'all not going to die, it's a needle for Christ's sake." Director Fury rolled his eyes.
Natasha narrowed her eyes. "Нет!" No! Natasha hissed, falling into her native tongue. "You're ruining my death scene, pirate man!" The redhead assassin whined like a 5 - year-old child.
Even Fury was a little, the tiniest part frightened. Not that he would admit it out loud.
"Let's just get on with it? Doctor Banner?" Nick sighed, thinking of many painful ways to get Stark back at the trouble caused.
Bruce shook his head, snapping himself out of daydream. "Uh, course, Director Fury." Bruce said, stepping closer to Natasha.
Natasha jumped back, smirking. Bruce took a step forward again, the redhead jumped back. The doctor stepped forward again, Natasha jumped back again, she giggled.
"I like this game!" She declared, grinning.
"This isn't a game, Romanoff. It's your health." Bruce stated calmly, slowly inching closer.
"Health smelth." She said, throwing one of her hands carelessly towards Bruce playfully.
"We'll bring Darcy in." Fury threatened blankly.
Natasha jumped up in fear and raised her hands up. "Anything but the Darcy! Anything! Anything but the tazor!" Natasha yelped.
Fury couldn't help but smirk, the Darcy Lewis threat always worked with intoxicated S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. He glanced over at Dr. Banner, who nodded and slowly, cautiously approched the Russian redhead. The assassin eyed Bruce carefully, narrowing her emerald green eyes ever-so-slightly. The doctor held out the needle, inching closer to the Widow's arm. Tasha pulled away and took a few steps back, feeling the cold, solid wall against her skin, she shivered. All Fury did was stand there with his arms behind his back, patiently waiting, Fury's only sign that he was alive was his chest rising and falling. Bruce smiled at Natasha, trying to assure her that everything was going to be alright. The redhead smiled back weakly, her muscles becoming loosened, a signthat she was already sleep deprived.
"What does it do?" Natasha asked softly, looking at the syringe carefully.
"It'll only send you to sleep, Agent Romanoff, nothing harmful." Bruce replied in the same tone. Delicately pressing it into Natasha's porcelain skin.
Natasha nodded sleepily as the drug began to take effect. She felt dazed, struggling to keep her eyes open, her eyes became heavier and heavier until, she drifted into unconsciousness.
"Finally, if you excuse me, I have a Stark to deal with." Fury said before promptly exiting the room.
Bruce sighed with relief, dropping himself onto the floor of exhaustion. He looked at the unconscious Black Widow a sly grin crossed the doctor's face, he reached over to Natasha' slips with his hand and held up the sides of her lips, making it look like she was smiling whilst unconscious, then he made a sad face.
"Smiley." Bruce said, holding up the corners of her lips again. "Sad-ey." He said, forcing Natasha to look like she was frowning.
The doctor did that for the next half hour, grinning to himself. Very pleased.
Chapter 2 done! Sorry again for it being so late. PM me requests!
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