Natasha paced around the general 'living room' of Stark tower. She had been looking around and even though her ankle was injured, she couldn't sit down. Something was going on, and she didn't know what. Hill had taken Clint, Captain Rogers, and Thor and Dr. Banner when they showed up into a room leaving her alone. Something felt off, and she didn't like it. At All.

After a time the meeting room door opened to have Clint walk out, looking pissed off until he saw her. His expression changed from anger to… regret. He crossed to her and frowned. "Natasha," He said quietly. "We need to talk."

"What's going on?" She asked flatly. She looked up and saw the others looking at her, with Fury motioning her forward. Clint walked with her to the director who looked at the archer. "You're not needed Agent Barton," The imposing black man stated.

"Sir, she's my partner. I think I should be here for this," Clint said, not moving from his partner's side. Fury gave a curt nod and turned around to head back into the room. Natasha and Clint followed Fury and Agent Hill, the latter closing the door behind her. Natasha was ushered to sit down and did so, looking at her director warily. "Let me preface this situation with disarming both of you of your weapons," Fury stated pointing to a box over by him. Natasha blinked and undid her wrist cuffs holding her Widow's Bites, gave her two fire arms over, the knives at her belt and in her boots. She knew something was wrong when he asked them both to do it. Something would make her want to shoot someone with anything she could get her hands on. But as long as Clint was there, he'd hold her back.

"Now that you both have been relieved of your weapons… things can proceed," The director told the two agents. "We have made a deal that will save the world from further threat of the Chitauri. But we're losing something else in its place." He looked at the two agents and watched them. "We're losing a team member."

Natasha blinked and watched the director. "We are?" She asked looking over at Clint. "Yes, Natasha," Clint said with a nod. "Agent Romanoff, you play the largest part in this deal," Fury stated.

Natasha's mind started to whir, pieces being put together faster than she could comprehend. "Natasha, you're the game changer. You're the one we let go of," she heard Fury say. It took her mind a bit to process it. They traded her? They gave her up? The Black Widow's eyes narrowed as the pieces fell into place making everything understandable. "Is that all I was to you?" She asked icily, raising to her feet and leaning on the table, palms flat on the wood. "A pawn in this foolish fucking game you played? I'm a trinket to be traded and sold as you see fit? I didn't know I was a possession of yours to be bought and sold Fury."

"Agent Romanoff you-"

"Are what? Out of line for feeling betrayed? For feeling at all? You wanted the perfect assassin and you got her. Now you're giving her away to someone who'll use me against you? Not the smartest plan is it Director?" She mouthed off viciously. She felt Clint move behind her and knew he would grab her if she moved towards the Director.

"You were the only thing he asked for. Save the world by giving him my best agent? It's my decision to do whatever the hell I want with my agents. You are a member of SHIELD meaning you're mine. So believe me. I would do anything to save this world. And you're the one saving it by being the item in question," Fury stated, glaring at the spy. "You should be honored to have that title."

"Yeah, I guess I should. Only problem is, I didn't earn it. I didn't even stand to fight. You traded me like in ancient times as people would for a bride. Is that what I am? Is that what I'm expected to be? I've got to tell you… didn't work so well the first time around. And that one was at least sane and mortal! You've handed me over to someone you don't even know. A Liar. A Trickster. You handed me over to someone who can go back on their word in an instant. Do you honestly think he'll give up? Are you that naïve?" She gave a snort and straightened up. "But I guess, I should have known this would happen. After all… I am just a pretty face to be bargained out as my owners see fit. That's how Red Room dealt with me, but they at least gave me the option and mandate to return to them. You've signed me away forever. Good luck finding someone who will replace me in doing everything I did for this organization," she said with venom dripping from her tone. She turned and saw Clint in her way. Narrowing her eyes at him she pushed him out of her way and stalked out of the room.

Natasha was hurting. She felt betrayed by everyone. She hadn't thought she'd be an item again, but she never stopped being one. People used her for everything and in every way. The Black Widow didn't cry, but she felt like she wanted to. What she needed was to hit something, shoot it, or fight to the death. She wouldn't follow him willingly, and she sure as hell wouldn't let anything in her mind. She was now Loki's. She passed by the team without so much as a glance to them. She could have sworn she heard her name being called but she didn't give a damn anymore.

True, she shouldn't have mouthed off to the Director, but he wasn't her boss anymore. He wasn't her superior so she could have, and she did. She needed to vent and was tempted to ignore his stupid-ass decision. The only trouble was… she couldn't. She was signed away as property to a mad-man hell bent on conquering something to be king. She made her way out of the tower and through the streets of New York, needing to put some distance between her and the agency she had trusted with as much of herself as she felt she could. Sitting on a bench in the park, Natasha put her head in her hands and felt the burn of unshed tears in her eyes.

After a while of sitting on the bench she felt a familiar presence come and sit next to her. Strong arms wrapped around her and held her close, the scent of heather calming her down. It was her partner- former partner holding her close. "I'm sorry Nat," He whispered. "Dammit I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for. You couldn't stop them," She replied quietly. He released her and looked down at her. "Let's go do something. Shooting range? Movie? Something?"

She looked up at him and knew he was only asking her these things because he thought he'd never see her again. And there was a part of her that knew he might be right. She didn't want to admit it… but it seemed the only thing that could happen. "I'm not really in the mood for anything. Maybe lunch though," She offered, wanting to spend time with him and not make it seem like this was the last time for any of this.

"Lunch it is then," Clint stated, standing up and holding out his hand. "Come on Romanoff, let's go." Natasha took his hand and sighed. "Fine Barton, fine. Are we getting the others?"

"If you want, we can," He replied, walking with her away from the park. "Why not?" She said with a shrug. And with that, the duo went to the tower to get the Avengers, and had their lunch, the first and last time as the team.