I'm really sorry I've been away for so long! I recently took a trip down to Wagga Wagga to visit my uncle in the army. But I'm back now and ready to update my chapters, hope you enjoy

The building that was destroyed by H.Y.D.R.A. was an office complex opposite Scotland Yard, luckily in was on the market for purchase at the time so there was no causalities as a result. The entire sixth, seventh and eighth floor of the building had no front wall, leaving half the building open to the elements.

Sherlock pressed his hands into his pockets, kicking the rubble around his foot. Watson kneeled near the base point of the explosion, "So forensics has pinpointed the area of where the explosive was set here." Black Widow walked over, crossing her hands in front of her, they'd been there for half an hour already and hadn't found anything. "I don't exactly understand what we are looking for. If forensics couldn't find the bomb, what are we looking for exactly?" Watson shrugged, she had a point, and they have digging in dust and debris over three floors the whole afternoon, "It's like it disappeared into thin air, usually there's always remnants of the bomb left." Just then Sherlock rushed over, "That's it John! When the bomb exploded it disintegrated, leaving no evidence behind. Nothing except – "Sherlock bent over running the dirt through his fingers, little flecks on metal stuck to his fingertips – "for these little flecks of metal from the bomb itself."

Black Widow was impressed, there was no denying the cleverness of H.Y.D.R.A. Even she overlooked the possibility of the bomb destroying itself. "Should we go tell Lestrade?" Watson was standing near Sherlock when a small sharp pain coursed through his neck. Clutching at his neck he fell over, his body overflowing with a numb sensation. Natasha grabbed the H.Y.D.R.A. agent by his arm, flinging him over her back. Quickly turning to her right her heel connected with the knee cap of an agent, sending him tumbling over the edge of the open building. As John lay on the floor unconscious, Sherlock ducked and jabbing an agent in the throat. Black Widow leaped, rolling over the back of a man, grabbing him into a head lock while smacking another in the face with her boot. Sherlock head-butt an H.Y.D.R.A. agent with the back of his head, but another caught his arm kneeing Sherlock in the stomach. Black Widow bolted for the opposite wall, extending her leg and twisting in the air knocking over two more agents. "Sherlock! Are you okay? Where's John?!" Black Widow wobbled a little as she got up. Sherlock fixed his coat and walked over an unconscious agent, "I'm fine, John on the other hand". Sherlock couldn't help but smile cheekily at John who lay on the floor.

Sherlock felt a sting run through the side of his neck, before falling to the floor, his whole body numb. Black Widow kneeled beside him, turning him to his side. Viper pulled Black Widow by her hair, dragging her to the other side of the floor, tossing her into the crumbling wall. Black Widow launched back up, balling her hands into fists. "Viper? What are you doing here? What do you want with Sherlock and John?" Viper laughed, clicking her fingers for H.Y.D.R.A. agents, dragging away both John and Sherlock. Natasha ran for Viper, throwing a punch, Viper reacted, spinning on her foot kicking Natasha in the stomach with her other. Winded, Natasha elbowed Viper in her thigh, forcing her to bend down to one knee. Natasha swivelled again but Viper caught her boot throwing the SHEILD agent rolling to the edge of the open building. Natasha's arm swung over the edge, she could hear the faint bustling of city life below. Her head was spinning and she tasted blood in her mouth. Wiping the dust from her long trench coat, Viper walked over to Black Widow, "You're overrated Black Widow." And with a hard kick to the shoulder, Natasha fell, tumbling over the open edge.