A/N: Continuation of the previous chapter…
"Apparently I need to find a tranquilizer for Skipper… He seems scared out of his wits… (Yeah, we know why...)" Kowalski mumbled as he shifted through a large box. Holding up a large syringe, he cursed slightly. "This is NOT gonna be easy…" He muttered. Natasha waited a little more, listening to the cries of "NO! GET THAT TORTURE DEVICE OUT OF THIS HQ!" and "YOU SHALL NEVER GET ME ALIVE!" until a loud howl signalled the others had been successful. "Now, onto your problem…" Kowalski threw the syringe away and grabbed the laser. Firing a test shot at the table, he groaned as it immediately turned visible again. "There was NO problem, Nat." Kowalski moaned, twirling the device around in his flippers. Suddenly, a shot of green fired, hitting Nat squarely. Panicking, she looked at herself. "MAAAALKOOOOWIIIICZ!" She yelled, grabbing a nearby pillow and smacking Kowalski with it. "It is OW incredibly weird OW to be beaten up OWOWOW by thin air OUCH!" Kowalski tried to object as Natasha kept on hitting him with the pillow. "YOUR PROBLEM! YOU TURNED ME FLIPPIN' INVISIBLE!" Natasha screamed, forcing Kowalski on the ground. She wasn't really angry at him, but still thoroughly pissed. "Nat…" Kowalski tried to speak. "NO! SHUT UP! NO EXCUSES!" Natasha yelled, pinning him down. "But…But…I just wanted to say that I'm sorry…" Kowalski cracked his voice on purpose. "Kowalski… You always know how to get yourself out of something…" Natasha muttered, reaching down and kissing him softly. "Kowalski, I want to have a little talk with you about the presence of syrin- WHY DO I ALWAYS WALK IN ON THESE THINGS?!" Skipper protested, as he saw Kowalski seemingly making out on his own. "Skipper! It's not what it looks like, I- I just-" Natasha interrupted him. "He turned me flippin' invisible." She stated plainly. "What?! Natasha? Where are you?" Skipper quickly scanned the room, his paranoia kicking in. "I'm i-n-v-i-s-i-b-l-e, Skipper." Natasha repeated. "Riiight…I'll be, uh, going now…" Skipper slowly backed away, a feeling of deja-vu in his gut. "Come on, let's try getting you visible again…" Kowalski muttered, fiddling with the laser.