Tony threw his stuff on the hotel bed and collapsed down on top of it. "Don't ever make me walk five miles to a decent hotel again." He groaned. "My feet are killing me!"

Banner sat down next to him and took off his shoes. "You'll have to remember, Steve that not all of us can walk for miles without a second's rest."

Steve, looking perfectly fit as usual, opened his mouth to reply, but Tony held up his hand. "Rest first. Then mission."

"Hold on. We came here to complete a mission, and we need to do it as quickly as possible. You have your suit and Banner doesn't need to go anywhere unless we really need him, so I suggest we get started immediately." Steve frowned.

"All right! All right! Don't get upset. We'll go." Tony groaned and slowly moved off the bed.

"Where is the tracking device?" Steve asked.

Tony rolled his eyes. "You mean the customized GPS on my phone?" Steve chose to ignore his comment and watched as Tony took his phone out of his pocket and began typing in the S.H.I.E.L.D. code. Banner also got off the bed and opened his luggage. He took out transparent screen and turned it on. Immediately, a long list of codes sprang up, and Banner scrolled through them, muttering from time to time.

"He's at a hotel a couple blocks from here. Not a five-star hotel, but still pretty good for a top-class villain's friend." Tony looked up and raised his eyebrows at Steve.

"Suit up."

-AVENGERS ASSEMBLE-

Natasha and Clint headed quickly to the dinner party. Natasha went over the plan in her head over and over again, trying to find any errors in it. It was a habit she had required a while ago, and even though it was a good habit, it could be annoying sometimes. The plan was for Natasha to go in and find the target, seduce him into following her out to the garden, and for Clint to meet her there. It was a simple plan that wouldn't need much work, but one small slip up and the whole mission would collapse.

"Is this it?" Clint whistled admiringly at the tall white building in front of them. It had obviously been built very recently built as it was very modern and up to date compared to the rest of the houses in the neighborhood.

"I guess so." Natasha turned the small hidden mic behind her ear on and then turned to Clint. "You got your comm on?"

Clint pressed the small switch on the mic and then grinned. "Now I do. You ready?"

Natasha smirked. "This is going to be a lot easier than I thought! Meet at the rendezvous point."

"Right." Clint drew Natasha in close and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Definitely wasn't necessary."

"It was definitely worth it to see the look on your face!" Clint smirked.

Natasha turned without another word, giving him one more exasperated look, and walked up the white stairs to the elaborate doorway to Dr. Draxes' house party. She saw a guard at the door, and she immediately put on a distressed look by widening her eyes and opening her mouth slightly, letting the ends droop down. She reached the guard, and paused, making sure he noticed her eyes, brimming with tears.

The guard shifted uncomfortably, and held out a hand. "May I please see your invitation?" He asked in a heavy Russian accent.

Natasha grabbed his arm tightly and burst into tears, speaking in broken Russian, "Oh, sir! Please! I've lost my invitation along the way, and I traveled all the way from France for the party. Please let me in!"

The guard continued to shift uncomfortably, watching her tears splatter onto his elegant red uniform. "What is your name, young lady?" He asked, hesitantly.

"Marie Bartoni."She replied in a heavy French accent, still sobbing.

She heard Clint's voice in her ear. "Tell him your husband is inside waiting for you. I've slipped into the party through a second floor window. I'll be there in a second."

She flung herself on the guard, sobbing even more. "Oh, please let me in! My husband is inside, and he will be so upset!"

The guard struggled to pull her off of him, blushing furiously. "Wait here. I will get your husband. What is his name?"

"Andrew Bartoni!" She sobbed into his jacket. The guard nodded and after forcefully pulling her off, walked inside, straightening his jacket.

As soon as he was out of sight, Natasha sighed and straightened her hair, careful to still keep the appearance of a distressed young woman who desperately wants to get into a party. Her headache was steadily growing worse, so it was not hard for her to pretend to be distressed. Two minutes later, the guard came back with Clint right behind him, looking a little puzzled.

"Is this your husband?" The guard began to ask, but stopped as he saw Clint and Natasha rush for each other and hug and kiss each other repeatedly.

Natasha began to wail again. "Oh, Andrew! I lost my invitation, and I don't know where it is!"

Clint patted her on the back sympathetically. "Marie, Marie! Remember what the doctor said. You shouldn't be getting so distressed or worked up! Please calm down." Clint nodded at the guard. "I'll take her in now. Is that alright?"

The guard waved them on, trying to smile but failing miserably. Clint put an arm around Natasha's waist and led her into the entryway. As soon as the door closed behind them, Natasha pushed him off. "We shouldn't be seen together. I am now a single woman, understand? You are my brother. Now get back to the garden. We've wasted enough time as it is."

She watched as Clint slipped down the hallway into a room she assumed he had gotten into the house from. As soon as he disappeared, she straightened her dress, fixed her hair, and then strode into the large room that served as the main room for the party.

She walked seductively; chin raised high and eyebrows raised slightly. She headed for the bar, all the while looking out for Dr. Draxes. Men glanced at her, and some began to follow her to the bar. Natasha saw them and groaned softly. She didn't need to seduce all the men in the party out to the garden. She toned down the sexiness, as she reached the bar, and smiled slightly at the bartender.

"What can I get for the beautiful lady?" The bartender asked.

"Could you get me a red wine?" She asked, deciding to keep it very simple. She didn't like drinking much while on a mission. She turned around so her back was to the bar, and glanced around the crowd. She finally spotted the doctor and spoke into her comm softly, "I've found him."

"Good. Try to get him out of here quickly." Natasha smiled, noting Clint's impatience. She watched the doctor as he discussed with a small group of young ladies.

"This is going to be easy. He seems attracted to young women. I'm going in now." Natasha made her way casually, nodding to the various men and women who greeted her. Soon she was just a few feet away from the doctor.

"Dr. Draxes." She called out, hoping he would hear her over the loud noise of people conversing. He turned around, and she saw what she thought was a greedy look come into his eyes as he noticed her beautiful figure and flaming hair.

"Can I do anything for the astonishingly gorgeous lady?" He asked, stepping a little closer.

Natasha smiled, as if charmed by this compliment. "Dr. Draxes, I've heard so much about you!" She exclaimed, touching his arm slightly.

He grinned. "Thank you...?"

"Marie Bartoni. I'm from France. I came here with a few friends of mine." She smiled, stepping a little closer so that her hip was brushing against his leg.

Draxes swept up her hand and kissed it. "It is an honor to meet you, Marie."

"I have many questions to ask you, but they not for places like this. Can we go somewhere more private?" She brushed a hand against his chest, a seductive look on her face.

Draxes smirked. "Of course. Let us go upstairs. It is off limits to visitors."

"How about the garden?" Natasha asked, all the while keeping a seductive look on her face.

"No, many people are out there right now. We will go upstairs." Natasha groaned inwardly as he took her hand and led her through the crowd.

"I'll try to get upstairs, but be on guard. I don't like the sound of that guy." Natasha sighed at Clint's remark. She hated changing the plans.

She went up the stairs, ignoring the angry looks some people gave them as they walked by. It was pretty obvious what it looked like they were going to do. Draxes pulled her down the hallway into a small lounge area. He shut the door and locked it, all the while smiling greedily. The he turned around.

"Now, Agent Romanoff, what was it you wanted to ask me?"

Natasha's seductive smile immediately faded into her normal, terrifying Black Widow face as she heard her actual name spoken. She heard a small click behind her, and she whirled around to see twelve guards with guns pointed at her.

"Hands behind your back, Romanoff." Dr. Draxes spat out. Natasha glanced around, noticing there were no windows in the place. Clint would not be able to come in except by the door.

"How did you know?" She asked, her hands on her hips.

Dr. Draxes smirked. "We have our sources. Now I will ask you again. Hands behind your back, or else we will have to."

"Natasha. Hold on. Don't fight. I'll be there as fast as I can!" Natasha noted a small amount of panic in Clint's voice.

She slowly put her hands behind her back, all the while glaring angrily. Dr. Draxes laughed. "Good choice. Handcuffs, please?"

Several guards stepped up behind Natasha with handcuffs. But as soon as they touched her wrists, Natasha was in action, twisting, kicking, and slashing violently. At the first movement, her dress tore straight down the sides, allowing her to move easily. She didn't care if it ripped. She had things on underneath.

Soon seven guards were dead, and Natasha only had a small cut on her forehead. She whirled around, watching the last five guards as they paused, waiting for her to take the first move. She noticed Draxes had slipped out while she was killing the guards.

"Clint!" She yelled into her comm link, kicking a guard in the spine so that his back snapped in half. "I need to you find Draxes. I'll be fine here." She spun around violently, at the same time grabbing one of her guns on her leg. Now two more guards were down. Three left.

"I'm tracking him right now."

Natasha collapsed to the floor, twisting and kicking as a guard jumped on top of her. She started to roll over, but not fast enough. Another guard punched her in the head.

She let out a small cry of pain. She already had a horrible headache, and now a large bruise on her forehead to top it off. She kicked the guard that was holding her down right in the mouth and then stood slowly, eyeing the last two guards standing.

Suddenly they weren't there anymore. They were two children she had killed while in the Red Room. Their amputated bodies were stitched together again. She screamed, and fell to the floor, curling in a small ball. The two children slowly walked forward. She cried out in pain as they reached down and touched her. It was a burning, searing pain. They dragged her to her feet. She struggled wildly, trying to get away from them, but they were too strong. Then pain exploded like fireworks and she was sinking into the darkness.

-AVENGERS ASSEMBLE-

Steve and Tony had decided on a surprise attack since the hotel was only a few blocks away. Banner had alerted the authorities and the hotel, and they were holding their target down until they got there.

Steve sprinted down the sidewalk, ignoring the surprised looks of astonishment people gave him as he ran by in his Captain America suit with his shield. Stark was probably already there since he had taken off in his suit.

He reached the hotel and ran inside, noting the Russian police cars and ambulances swarming outside. Inside wasn't much better. Policemen were running around, talking into their walkie-talkies. Steve paused for a second and then strode up to the nearest policemen. "Where is Stark?"

The policeman looked up at him, startled, and then pointed to the elevator. "He's on the third floor. Room number ten."

Stark nodded and ran to the stairs. The elevator would take too long. He reached the third floor in fifteen seconds and immediately ran to room ten. He burst inside and immediately stopped, mouth open wide. "Stark. What happened?" He exclaimed.

Hehe...cliffhanger!

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