AN: Hello everyone! While writing this chapter, I realize that I didn't have enough for my minimum of 1,000 words. So I added another part!
Now, we have Russia meeting a spider, while a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, meets an alien. Well, another alien, if Thor and Loki count as aliens. Enjoy!
This chapter is contributed to Matthew W. Kirkland, for being my first review! Go check him out!
Natasha took a sip of her hot chocolate, and sighed. She was in a little coffee shop, in her home town, and also her home country, Russia.
She always did like the usual cold breeze in this country. It made her calm, which was something hard to do, considering her line of work.
Of course, Clint would just say that 'it's as cold as that place Thor told us about', but Natasha couldn't care less.
"Excuse me," asked someone in Russian. "But, is this seat taken?" Without moving her head, she glanced at the person. It was a tall man with pale blonde hair, wearing a long white trench coat, and a white scarf.
For some reason, he seemed familiar, even though Natasha was absolutely positive that she had never seen the man before.
Natasha shrugged. "Go ahead." The man nodded, and sat down.
They were both silent for a while, before the man asked, "May I ask why a pretty lady like you is in this small shop?"
She shrugged again. "Well, the atmosphere is quite nice."
The man gave a small laugh. "I suppose it does. I'm sorry, I did not introduce myself. My name is Ivan Braginsky. What is your name?"
"Tatiana Sokolova," replied Natasha, giving one of her aliases. He may seem friendly, as most of the citizens in this tiny town are, but he gave off that he was not to be messed with. He could be an enemy. Anyone could be an enemy.
Ivan laughed again. "That is not your real name little spider."
Natasha froze for a second, before forcing herself to calm down, and gave him a small smile. "And why do you think that, Mr. Braginsky?"
Her hand slowly went to the gun in one of her hidden pockets.
Ivan smiled at her. "I know everyone in this little town Natalia. And not just this town. I know the names of the people in the town next door, and the one next to that town. I know the names of every single person born in this country. And that includes you."
Natasha started to think of escape plans.
The man cupped his hands on the table, and stared at it sadly. "Sadly, I also know the little children who died in the Red Room. I argued against those who led it, but they would not listen."
She stared at Ivan, before asking, "Are you a government official?"
Ivan smiled. "Don't be silly. I could never be one of those stiff men. Too strict! I would rather smell the flowers!"
"The flowers, Mr. Braginsky?"
He beamed. "I dream of being in a warm world filled with sunflowers."
Natasha nodded slowly, before asking another question. "What are you doing in this town Mr. Braginsky?"
"Why to check up on a little spider, of course! She hasn't come home in a long time, and I thought I would welcome her back," replied Ivan.
Ivan was making Natasha more and more confused. At first, he seemed like an enemy. Then, perhaps a government official. And now, he was an enigma.
"Who are you, Ivan Braginsky?" asked the Black Widow.
Ivan smiled at her. "I am Ivan Braginsky. Nothing more, nothing less." He got up from his chair, and left. When he left the shop, Natasha quickly got up, and opened the door.
A sudden blast from the cold made her close her eyes. When she opened them again, all she saw was the town.
Natasha didn't see him again, for quite a while. But when she does, well, that is another story.
Anthony 'Tony' Stark was currently bored out of his mind. No seriously, he might as well die from boredom.
When he woke up this morning, he realized that he was the only one in the Tower. Except for Jarvis, but he doesn't count, he's literally part of the building.
Though, the only one who comes to this building are business agents and Potts, but business agents are boring, and Potts was who knows where.
So, he tried to keep himself busy. First, he tried experimenting with a piece of tech, only for it to explode on his face when he accidently connected the wrong wires.
Next, he tried to call Pepper, and it worked (!), only for her to say that she was busy with paperwork. Why is it always paperwork?
Tony felt like she just says that now to keep him away. Something about him being annoying? Hmm, that can't be it.
After that, he tried to make small talk with Jarvis. What he didn't realize however, that Jarvis was horrible with a conversation. The AI kept his replies short and simple, and had this sarcastic tone that made talking with him harder.
With nothing else to do, he did what every genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist does. He stated hacking. He went into every camera in Manhattan, seeing if there was anything interesting.
And he found something. Or someone. Steve Rogers. Captain America. Tony remembered hacking SHIELD, and found out that the patriotic legend had been found, frozen on ice.
Now, he was one of the most confidential people on the planet. Because the public would probably freak out to find someone as old as him still kicking.
Tony watched as Steve jogged around New York. He would have to switch cameras pretty frequently, as Steve ran pretty fast.
He watched as someone in a bomber jacket able to keep up with Steve start talking to him. After some small talk, the man led Steve to a McDonald's place.
After hacking into the McDonald's cameras, he watched in shock as the man ate cheeseburger after cheeseburger. The man also seemed to fanboy over Steve, which made Tony jealous.
Something else, was that there were hidden SHIELD agents around. At first, Tony thought that they were there to watch Steve, as that happens a lot. But after a while, it seemed that they were watching the man.
Then, someone busted through the window. No, seriously. A guy jumped through the window, breaking the glass into a million pieces.
After some obvious yelling, Steve left with the two strange men. Tony was getting pretty curious of what's going on now. The cameras didn't have sound recording, so he couldn't figure out what they were saying.
For some reason, the men led Steve into the Empire State Building. After some talk with the receptionist, they headed to the elevator. What was surprising, was that after checking all of the cameras on all 102 floors, he couldn't find them anywhere.
Tony thought about this for a second. If they weren't on the 102 floors, that means that they were on the 103rd floor, which is only allowed to VIPs. Today, it was being reserved, and there weren't any cameras on that floor.
He decided to look up that first person. He searched up anyone who had blue eyes, light brown hair, and a strange cowlick.
To his surprise, he got a file, but it was under one of those EXTREMELY CONFIDENTIAL. What was this guy, a secret weapon or something? Undeterred, Tony hacked into the file.
Name: Alfred F. Jones
Age: 224 years old
Tony raised an eyebrow. Okay. That was pretty old for someone who looked like he just hit 20 years.
After reading some more, things got more and more confusing. Apparently, he was the personification of the United States of America.
At first, Tony thought was stupid, but then remembered that this was a top secret file. Those things don't really lie.
He looked up where this Alfred guy lived. And of course, it was the most cliche place for an embodiment of a country to live in. Washington DC.
So, since he was bored, and there were none of those damn business meetings to attend, he hopped into his Iron Man armor and flew to Washington DC.
It was a pretty standard apartment. At least from the outside. Who knows? Since this is the personification of the US, maybe on the inside there are US flags everywhere.
Opening the door (it was unlocked), Tony peeked in, and called out. "Hello? Anyone in here?"
No response. He went further into the house, only to hear a small voice swearing at something.
Getting his repulsor ready, he barged into the room, only to find… an alien?!?!
No seriously, what?
The alien was pretty short. It had gray skin, and big red eyes. He was playing Assassin's Creed 3 on the Xbox 360.
They stared at each other for a while, before Tony the human said, "What?"
The alien replied. "Fuck you."
"Hey hey! Language!" said Tony the human. "Wait, that doesn't sound right saying that towards an alien. So, um, my name's Tony. Tony Stark. What's your name?"
Tony the alien got a notepad, and wrote in big words: "You dare steal my fucking name, you asshole?!"
Stark raised an eyebrow, before asking, "Wait, so you talk using mostly swear words? And your name is Tony too?"
The alien stuck it's middle finger at the human. Stark laughed. "I think we'll get along just fine."
Tony the alien grabbed another controller, and handed it to the human. Stark took off his helmet, and took it.
A few hours later, someone banged through the door. It was Alfred. "Yo! Tony! You can't believe what happened! I just met--"
He paused when he saw Tony Stark playing with Tony the alien. Stark was grumbling, as he was not the best with video games, while the alien was swearing at Stark to make his self-esteem go lower.
Alfred grinned, and went to the kitchen to find any leftover cheeseburgers.
AN: YEAH! YOU WANT LONG CHAPTER! I GIVE YOU LONG CHAPTER! RARRRRR!
SORRY, I'M JUST HAPPY AT HOW LONG THE CHAPTER IS. AND THE CAPS LOCK KEY IS ON. OOPS.
Okay, is that better now? Anyway yeah, I'm pretty happy. 4 pages on Google Docs, and almost 2,000 words overall :D
I hope you've enjoyed the chapter! See ya in the next one!
