"Tony any better yet?" Natasha asked walking into the kitchen where all the Avengers had assembled to watch Tony mop on the couch. He wore nothing but his bathrobe and boxers as he sprawled on the couch covered in junk food and wrappers watching sappy romance movies on repeat.

"No," Steve shook his head. "Pepper left him two weeks ago and he's the same as ever."

"I'm starting to get second had depression," Clint scoffed. "We need to fix him."

"It's getting sad," Bruce agreed.

"Women hold the power to destroy any and all men," Thor mused making the others look at him.

"Anyway," Clint sent Thor a sideways glance. "Does anyone even know why she left?"

"He told me she thought he wasn't sexy anymore," Bruce grimaced.

"He told me that she found out she was a lesbian," Steve shook his head.

"He told me that she was a gold digging bitch then drank a bottle of Jack Daniels," Thor laughed lightly while eating a pop tart.

"He told me he left her," Clint shook his head.

"So," Natasha finished fixing her coffee and turned to the men. "Are you idiots done trying to fix him and let me do it?"

"I know you're good in bed Nat-" Clint began with a smirk.

"Finish that innuendo and I'll cut your balls off, Barton," She snapped. "Now," She took a sip. "It's Friday, we'll be going clubbing tonight. All of us. Deal with it."

"Yes ma'am," They all drawled.

"See," Thor whispered once she walked away. "Power beyond understanding."

Natasha sighed, throwing her phone on the bed. The day after she had left, Pepper had called and texted Natasha. She had explained it all and asked Natasha to help him any way she could. Saying that Natasha had known him the longest of those living in Avengers Towers and that she was the only one who was he was scared of enough to listen to. Her reasoning for leaving Tony being that he had turned too self-loathing and that he needed work on fixing himself before they would work on fixing each other as a couple. Natasha refused to help. For start she didn't want too, she also didn't have anything to say to either of them.

Natasha groaned. Tony was too far gone into self-pity at the moment to be of any use if the Avengers were assembled. That was the main reason she was doing this. She reminded herself as she slipped into her old cheetah print dress. It was for the Avengers and for Tony and for Pepper.

She rolled her eyes as she made sure he makeup and hair was just as it had been when she had first partied with Tony.

"Let's get this over with."

"Come on, Tony," Bruce coaxed, all the men surrounding Tony dressed to go clubbing. "It was Nat's idea."

"Yeah," Steve agreed. "She wants to go get some vodka. We can't let her go alone."

"Correction," Clint snarked. "She won't let us."

"Power."

"Oh can it with that power shit, Thor." Clint snapped.

"Speaking of," Steve watched her walk in, his jaw dropping. "That's an… interesting dress choice, Nat."

"Shove it," Natasha walked over to stand in front of Tony, smirking as he checked her out and noticeably perked up. She didn't mind for once, she was the only thing he had looked at other than the TV for two weeks now. "Come on, Stark. We're going out."

He looked up at her for a second then settled deeper into his couch. "Nice try Red. I'll pass."

Natasha put her hands behind her back, holding her red purse over her backside so no one caught a glimpse as she bent at the waist to be eye level with Tony. "Now, Tony, you wouldn't want Natalie Rushman to celebrate her birthday alone would you?"

Tony looked from her chest then back up to her eyes, a large smiled spreading over his lips as he hopped over the back of the couch and ran to the elevator. "Give me twenty!" He called.

Natasha turned back to the rest of them with a satisfied smile.

"The power," Clint mused this time.

Natasha flipped Tony off her shoulders and onto his bed as he rolled back and forth as drunk as ever. "Christ Tony." She muttered more than done with the night. In the span of a few hours he had gotten so drunk everyone was sure he was blacked out. He danced on a bar. Grabbed her ass. Barfed on her shoes. Barfed in Clint's car. Grabbed Steve's ass. Cried for a good hour in an alley. Grabbed her chest and then fell to the edge of passing out, insisting that only Natasha take him 'to bed'.

"Alrigh," He slurred rolling onto his back. "I'm ready. I think you gotta be on top for a bit though."

"You," She pointed angerly at him, more than pissed about her ruined shoes. "Need to get your shit together Anthony."

"Ohhh okay," He mocked. "Natashalie."

"You've been dragging your balls all around this goddamn tower for close to a fucking month now because of Pepper." She said taking a step towards him. "No wonder she fucking left you. Look at you." She said motioning to his disheveled self. "Who the hell are?"

"I…" He said sitting up now fully offended. "I am Tony… FUCKING… Stark."

"Then start acting like him," She demanded. "Because right now you've been acting like a… like a fucking loser." She shook her head as she walked away. "I'm going to bed." She stopped turning to him at the door. "And you owe me a new fucking pair of shoes."

It was another week before anyone saw him again. He was alive and alright, a fact that Jarvis made sure to keep them updated on, and locked in his lab. No one was allowed in, not even Bruce. The boys were sure that Natasha had cut off a certain part of his anatomy and he was in recovery. Or trying to re-engineer a new one. So when he stepped out into the kitchen one Monday morening as everyone sat having breakfast for the work days.

He walked up them, wearing jeans and his Black Sabbath tee holding a shoe box in his hand. With a smirk he plopped it down on the island infront of Natasha's eggs. She looked up to him skeptically as she flicked the box open. She smiled at the contents.

"Since I ruined the last pair," Tony smiled.

"Thank you, Tony," Natasha said closing the box of shoes.

"Actually, it's me who should be thanking you," He took a deep breath as he realizing the cheesy crappy line that had just uttered past his lips.

"Does this mean I get a new car?" Clint asked sarcastically. "Since you ruined my back seat too?"

"Yes Legolas, you do," Tony said putting an arm on his shoulder. "Now, Stevie Boy, I made a new suit this week. Are you gonna help me try it all out today during training?"

"Of course," Steve nodded as he shoved food into his mouth to keep up with his metabolism.

"Great," Tony called walking out. "See ya there then."

Everyone sat for a moment in silence eating until finally, Clint sighed, seeing that Thor looked as though he wanted to explode. "Just say it you-"

"WOMEN HAVE INFINITE POWER!" Thor boomed spitting pop tarts everywhere.