I told you guys it was the beginning of something great.

The people have spoken and you have your answers. Drum roll please… (Drum rolls)….and the winner is…

ROMANIGHT! (Crowd cheers)

Ha ha what is wrong with me?

I'm going to shut up now and start the story.

Welcome back to Dark Avenger…

He sat in the far corner of his borrowed room. Sitting in the darkness was a habit for him. Living in the darkness was a habit for him. He didn't care for the light. He had not even seen the light until he was freed from his entrapment. Curiously he stared at the rays peeking out of the cracks of the window curtains. He had never felt the rays of the sun and wondered what it felt like. Pepper was assigning him to do something that required him to go in the sun and if he wanted to go into the sun he needed to know about it. Him and Pepper had developed a relationship pretty quickly as he would sometimes help her around the house. She would tell him to do something and he would do it with no question resulting in a kindling friendship.

As he stared at the cracks of sunlight peeking through the window blinds he started to grow impatient. He got up from his lounging chair and walked over to the blinded window which seemed to hide brightness only wanting to show it. He understood the brightness as it wanted to be from its entrapment behind the blind. As the light peered through the window curtains his hand was slowly reaching towards it. His hand soon made contact with one of the rays and he retracted his hand quickly.

"JARVIS." He said uncomfortably. He was uncomfortable with three things and that was tight places, the sun and the A.I Tony installed in the house. He was still curious as to how it was possible.

"Yes Master-"JARVIS was trying to say. Tironian understood that the A.I or whatever the hell it was called did not know what to call him.

"My name is Tironian night." He said looking up at the ceiling.

"Well Master Night what may I help you with?" The A.I responded.

"What is the sun like?" Tironian asked slowly but quietly as he sat on his bed staring at the sun's rays.

"Distance from Earth is 92,960,000 miles. Surface temperature is 5,778 Kelvin. Magnitude is -26.74. The Sun is the star at the center of the Solar System. It is almost perfectly spherical and consists of hot plasma interwoven with magnetic fields. It has a diameter of about 1,392,684 km, about 109 times that of Earth and its mass accounts for about 99.86% of the total mass of the Solar System. Chemically, about three quarters of the Sun's mass consists of hydrogen, while the rest is mostly helium. The remainder consists of heavier elements, including oxygen, carbon, neon and iron, among others." JARVIS said in his robotic but fluent voice.

"I know what the sun is…I want to know what the sun is like." Tironian said.

"The Sun is the star at the center of the Solar System. It is by far the most important source of energy for life on Earth. It is warm and comforting. It makes humans feel a good way." JARVIS says sounding like a real person for the first time. Tironian during the time was putting his hand in the little strip of sun's rays feeling comforted by it like JARVIS said.

"JARVIS…open…open the window's curtain." Tironian said as the curtains slowly rolled up. The sun's brightness was overwhelming and warm. The rays shown on Tironian's bare chest and warmed him. He relished in the warmth and comfort of it. The sun didn't only provide warmth but light. Something he was not used to. It felt…good.

"JARVIS…thank you." He said looking out into the day as the heat of the sun show on his forsaken body.

. . . . .

Kroger's…

"Kill me now." He said as he strolled down the aisle while leaning on the buggy. They both were assigned to go to the store to get groceries. They both had to do it in order to help build their chemistry as Pepper called it. Tironian called it a shitty ass idea and Natasha just said she would rather get shot multiple times. They both looked so out of place with Tironian sporting a really tight red hoodie with dark jeans and Natasha wearing a stylish hat and sunglasses. Most of the people there were wearing plaid shirts tucked into faded jeans.

"I would love to." She said to him while she read the list of items they were supposed to get.

"Even though I am incapable of hate I feel like I am developing something similar for you." Tironian responded while looking her up and down.

"Love you too baby." She said touching his bicep while faking a pout.

"Bitch." He said while grabbing the pop tarts.

"Bastard." She said still looking at the list of groceries.

"Whore." He responded.

"Jackass." She said as she continued to walk.

He looked her over before saying," touché."

"Stop being a smartass and get the milk. It's the last one on the list." She said only for him to stop and she noticed his muscle flexing in his arms before easing away.

"This is going to be fun," he said noticing the men in the mirror," boys in blue at your two o'clock."

She looked in the mirror hanging up on the wall only to see the police officers in disguise also. She noticed their tentative glances in their directions and knew they were being tailed.

"I'm going to distract them both…" she was saying until she noticed Tironian was already next to the two brave cops. Natasha ran toward them in her heals as quickly as she could. Only God knows what he was about to do.

"Good morning officers." He said to both of them. The two cops tried to hide their surprise and show fake confusion.

"We are not-"one of the officers, Philip Harrison, was trying to say but were cut off by Tironian.

"Your badge you're trying to hide on your belt loop says otherwise." Tironian said with a smile. The cops then took a more confident stand as both of their hands reached for their guns but withdrew.

"Ok," the other of the officers said with a fake laugh," you caught us."

"Yeah I did." Tironian said as his smile started to fade.

"So what are you going to do? Tell the cops?" Phillip asked with a humorous laugh.

Natasha was wondering what he was doing until his next sentence came out and she wished she could have shot him in the face.

"No," he said with a scary serious face," I'm going to kill you."

At the same time both cops reached out for their guns only to realize they weren't there. Tironian held them both up with a devious smile before throwing both guns in the air. He caught both of them and aimed them at the cops. Both of the police offers coward in fear as they both got on their knees.

"Are you crazy?" Natasha asked as she tried to pry the guns from his fingers

"Yes." He said with a bored voice. The officers must have known what he was capable since they showed no signs of retaliation.

"Tironian." Natasha said crossing her arms.

"Natasha." He quick wittedly responded. Leonard told him to take down any one who got in the way and these courageous idiots got in his way. The officers took out their wallets and threw it at them cowering for him not to kill them. Tironian looked at the wallets only to realize both of them had families. He had no family so he couldn't understand what it felt to loose someone but he felt as if killing these two officers wouldn't do any good. Slowly the two guns were lowered.

"Thank you." The officers sighed. Relief flowed from their bodies. Quickly Tironian brought the guns back up to shoot…the cameras. He then grabbed the butt of the gun knocking out both officers.

He gave Natasha both guns and walked back to the cart carrying both unconscious officers," Your welcome sweetheart."

Natasha sighed with relief as he handed her the guns. He really was unpredictable. But he being unpredictable is why she hated him. She slowly raised the gun to the side of his head.

"Don't even think about it sweetheart."

. . . . .

The car…

Natasha was impatiently tapping on the wheel of her car waiting for Tironian to put the groceries in the trunk after he had thrown the cops in the trash can. They had argued about the way he threw the cops in there. She had worried if the cops would remember what happened and Tironian had to assure her that he had hit them pretty hard leaving two cops with amnesia. She had to admit something within her was awakened by him and his not so unwanted presence. She liked to see his muscles flex or move in his tight clothing. She liked the way his eye colors change. She liked his quick wittiness. She liked that he didn't have to fear. She liked his scars and tattoos. She liked…him.

Whoa whoa…whoa she had a boyfriend that loved and cherished her. Tironian gave her a sort of rush that was unexplainable. When she was with him she felt darker or colder as if they were both alike. She felt like she played a bigger part in his life as she was probably the only person living that could control that monstrous idiot. She saw almost everything about him like his muscles (like it wasn't obvious), his power, his broken self, his tortured soul, his quick witted attitude. But all of that seemed to be hiding something underneath. Like his wittiness and testosterone might have something underneath there worth caring for. He always seemed like he had something to hide but it also seemed like whatever he was hiding he didn't seem to know about.

They both had something for each other and that was either love or hate. The line between the two feelings seemed almost tattered by their footsteps. He seemed taken by her but he would never act on it. She wondered why. She also wondered why she was wondering why he didn't do anything to her yet. Why was she able to control him anything? Was it genetic or magical or something but why did it have to be her? Every time he was with her he always seemed like he was holding something back. Her theory was probably far off but she thought he knew something was coming and him acting on her would ruin what was about to come but if something was happening what was it?

Her thought were interrupted by her name being called. She looked in the back window to see the trunk down and a girl talking with Tironian. Tironian was looking in the car as if trying to find something and she assumed it was her. She got out the car slowly and walked towards Tironian who had the retched smile on his face. Was he trying to force a smile? She was smiling at the thought.

"What?" she asked him. Natasha was partly looking at the idiot who seemed to rock a hoodie and sunglasses and she was partly looking at the girl with a crazy smile on her face.

"See…what is your name again beautiful?" Tironian asked as he grabbed Natasha by the waist and forced her to his side. She saw what he was trying to do and decided to play along. Natasha traced the sides of his neck with her pointy finger.

"Nicole." The girl with the crazed smile said.

"This is my wife…Natalia." Tironian said confidently. Natasha was trying so hard not to laugh right now as she had put her face in the neck of Tironian. The crazy girl had a disappointed look on her face and was staggering backwards.

"Oh ok well…nice meeting you both." The girl was saying while she was practically running backwards. Natasha was holding her laugh in before taking a serious face and walking back towards the car with Tironian.

"There was a wedding mentioned that I don't remember attending…." Natasha said as she buckled her seatbelt.

"Annoying as hell, all she would talk about was going out somewhere, can I get your number…or your email…or your Instagram….or your Gmail…or my whole freaking life. She was crazy as hell-" he was interrupted by the sight of her face in the window. She was smiling while motioning to roll down the window. Natasha with her sunglasses on was smiling like a crazed bitch while Tironian's mouth was hanging down. Tironian was acting like he couldn't roll the window down by pressing the door but not the button. Natasha with all the controls on her side (What is with that? Annoying as hell am I right) pushed the button causing the window to go down slowly. Tironian looked at her while rubbing both hands over his face while whispering;" Payback will be a bitch."

"Your new friend is waiting…Tironian." Natasha said his name loud enough for the stalker to hear.

"Your name is Tironian? I love that name. Like it is so hot and sexy. Anyway here is my number, my Instagram, my email, my twitter, and so on and so on. So call me anytime and I would-." Nicole was saying but not before Tironian put the car into reverse and pressed on Natasha's thigh hard. On instinct Natasha turned the wheel so both of them wouldn't crash.

Tironian took a deep breath before looking at Natasha with a death glare," Next time I'm driving."

"What?! I thought you were interested." She said in an all too innocent voice.

"Who the hell do I look like with that stalker? And besides I don't have emotions." He said.

"Fine I will leave you and your stalker to be." Natasha responded.

"Besides…I am interested in someone." He said looking at all of her features.

"I thought you didn't have emotions." She said to him.

"Being interested and having feelings for someone is to different things." He quipped.

"You have a point. This person must be real special if she has your attention. Who is she?" Natasha asked.

Look in the mirror quickly popped up in his head and he had to shake it off. Natasha knew he was holding something back like he always did when he was with her.

"Um all I can tell you is that she is nice." He said before looking out the window.

"Hmm see like that Nicole chick wasn't the only stalker. You have been following her?" Natasha asked.

"I don't need to." He whispered while turning his head to look at her but his eyes only reached the floor. Tironian quickly gave her one side glance before looking back out the window. He was obviously hiding something with his creased eyebrows, hand rubbing his chin, and his look of being somewhere else as he looked out the window. The path and mind of Tironian Amor Night was complicated and Natasha decided not to delve onto it for now. Like seriously who would want to deal with all that?

. . . . .

The mansion…

"Natasha." He said coming into Natasha's room. God almighty… Oh God oh God oh God oh God oh God oh God. Somebody help me Natasha thought. It was a towel and a mask. He was just wearing a towel and a mask. His abs were lick able, his pecks were suck able, his scars were trace able, his tattoos were like able, and his hip bones got more defined as her eyes traveled lower…(Rated T Folks lol)

He was Adonis.

What she wanted to do to him was unspeakable.

"You called for me." he said to her as he eyed her dress. It was a modern day strapless corset with lacey ruffles at the end and of course it was black. His fingers itched to draw her beauty. The dress complimented her fiery red hair and he couldn't wait to see what the mask would do to her eyes. The way the dress captured her luscious but dangerous curves made his knees grow weak for a second. Tironian didn't realize it but he was gravitating toward her. Her green luminescent eyes seemed locked on his body. His body was like a part of art. It was natural. It was nature. They both seemed to be entrapped in each other's beauty. Natasha's remembrance of her boyfriend broke the trance.

"Um yeah I need you to zip me up." she said as she turned around to show him her zipper. As he zipped up the dress he noticed her lacey undergarments and wanted to do the opposite of zipping the dress up. Someone shoot me now Tironian thought to himself.

Soon they both walked out of their rooms fully dressed. He was right…the mask did bring out her eyes. He also noticed the gun attached to her lingerie.

"I thought we were just getting intel." He said motioning to the gun with his chin while scratching his head. He rarely took the hood mask off and now since the masquerade mask was covering most of his face his head itched like a bitch. He was wearing a black dress shirt, black vest, black pants, black shoes, black vest, and a red tie. His mask was black with black sparkles covering the bridge of his nose to the middle of his forehead.

"We are; this is just backup." She said making her way to the main area of the house were everyone else was stationed.

"Sweetheart I'm your backup." He said following her. He noticed she kept looking at his hair which was receiving fresh air for the first time in a long time.

"What is wrong?" he asked putting his hand to his hair.

"I've never seen your hair before." She said noting the highlights on his brown hair which seemed to be dyed.

"It is good no?" he asked while opening the door for her.

"It looks good." She said causing him to flash a white bright smile. He opened the door to the common room only to be greeted by open mouths and cheesy grins. Tironian scanned the area like he always did when he entered a new room and noticed Bucky was missing.

"Omg you guys look amazing!" Skye said as she grabbed the camera," Picture time!"

"Skye were not going to prom." Natasha said adjusting her dress.

"You two look like you should be in a Taylor swift music video." Darcy said standing next to Skye who was trying to get the two in a pose.

"You two look good." Happy said reading a limousine magazine.

"I agree with Happy." Bobbi said entering the room with Clint.

"I have to admit you do look good with my money on." Tony said coming around the corner to see what his money paid for. Tony didn't mind spending his money but he did mind on who he spent it on.

"Come on guy's one pic. That's all I need." Skye was begging but both Tironian and Natasha were too ignorant or stubborn.

Suddenly an earthquake hit them hard and Tironian was standing still like nothing was happening. He walked up to Skye and said," I will pose but I will do only one. ONE photo is all I'm doing." Suddenly the earthquake stopped and Skye smiled.

"Skye! If you make break this house…!" Tony yelled from but was interrupted by Pepper who taped a sticky note to his mouth. Tironian walked back over to Natasha and posed for the picture. His body was tilted toward her against her side. His face was looking at Natasha's from behind her head which gave his head a little tilt. Natasha who was looking at the camera didn't notice his gaze which softened at the sight of her face. Her cheekbones, her beautiful doe green eyes, her small nose, plump lips, and beautiful red curly hair could make a blind man see. He was so enticed by her beauty that he didn't realize the picture was already taken.

"Tironian." Clint said gaining his attention nodded to follow him. Tironian followed the blonde to the backyard as the sun was setting.

"I'm going to go straight to the point. If you hurt her or if she gets hurt on this mission I will kill you." Clint said getting into Tironian's face who didn't seem fazed.

"I would kill myself." Tironian said with all seriousness. Seriously he wouldn't be able to live with the mistake so he would kill himself. The thought of living without the woman just made him sick. She was Aphrodite in the flesh. Wait…she wasn't Aphrodite but the better of the goddess. Clint nodded with approval while walking away but not before Tironian asked a question.

"Where is the winter bunny?" Tironian asked.

"He left last night. He said he needed to go somewhere to check up on something but not before visiting Natasha in her room if you know what I mean." Clint said with a wink and a smirk. But he had heard what went on with his heightened senses. He had actually lost control and went out for a midnight run to distract himself but his heightened senses still picked up bits and pieces. The bear Tironian found in the woods suffered the wrath of Tironian as it is now rotting in a cave.

"Avenger of Darkness the carriage called a limousine awaits." Thor's booming voice said as he and Jane cuddled on the couch while petting Shadow.

"Uh don't turn my dog into a Norse god or something while I'm gone ok." He was saying before walking away.

"Don't worry Avenger of Darkness your friend is in good care." Thor yelled back.

He buttoned his suit jacket and was on his way until he was stopped by Betty who gave him a rose which he assumed he was supposed to give to Natasha.

"Hurt her and I will let the Hulk hurt you." Betty said with a smile as she ran her hand down the front of Tironian's suit jacket. He looked at her to see she was serious and walked away.

He entered the limousine in all his glory with rose in hand. Tironian entered only to see how small the space was inside. You might have thought it wasn't bad but imagine if you were probably two hundred pounds of muscle and six feet tall sitting in a car that barely had enough space to fit him and Natasha. He felt uncomfortable in tight spaces and felt like he was suffocating or running out of room. He gave her the rose quickly before taking a deep breath.

Natasha stared at his death grip on the leather seat and shifted uncomfortably.

"I'm sorry if last night bothered you." Natasha said to him who just seemed confused at first until he realized what she was talking about.

"It did…it did bother me and a bear died because of it." He said as he pursed his lips and teetered back and forth.

"You killed a bear?" she asked with a smile.

"Well I went out for a run to distract myself and the bear was just…there." He said with a shrug of his shoulders. She laughed at him and he found it magnificent. The curl of her lips, the white of her teeth, the green of her eyes, and the slight dimples amongst her cheeks did something to his black heart. He felt it break. Why you ask. He felt it break because he knew he could never have her. He would never have the opportunity to call her his. He would never have the opportunity to hold her delicate body but strong in his arms. He would never have the chance to trace her delicate features. He would never be able to kiss those wonderful lips and it broke him even more.

"Well you're a dumbass." She said as her laughter died down. She noticed his disappointed expression and wondered what bothered him so much almost all of the time. He was the best killer in the world and he was disappointed. Wouldn't you be curious?

"I will take that as a compliment…but I'm actually…I don't like tight spaces." He said looking at the floor.

"Why?" she asked.

"Look at me." He said motioning to his gigantic body. She noticed how his head was actually touching the roof of the slimmed limousine.

"Yeah I still wonder how you get around the house without making a sound." She said with a smile. Ever since the conversation had started his tension started to ease away and her soothing voice made it much a hell of a lot easier. The rest of the ride was quiet and Tironian was able to relax a little bit.

"Were here," Happy said opening the door," Tironian I was asked by Mr. Howard to tell you not to make a scene or you would be going to some sort of cave."

Natasha witnessed Tironian's Adam's apple bob up and down and wondered what this man did to him. Tironian then nodded before exiting the car and helping Natasha out also. As soon as they both stepped out of the car are all eyes were on them soon to be replaced by camera flashes.

"I think they like the hair too." Natasha said placing her arm in his.

"Nah it's all you sweetheart. Aphrodite herself couldn't compare to your beauty." He said looking at her with what seemed like a true smile. Natasha looked at him and couldn't decide if she was falling or not. The way he smiled when he looked at her could make any girl melt but it made her fall hard like it did when Ste…he…was alive.

. . . . .

Hydra Headquarters in Poland…

The Winter Soldier easily passed by security without any violence necessary. He was looking for something. He was looking for anything that led to the Dark Avengers capabilities or weaknesses. Bucky slid in a little slit as the guards making their daily rounds passed by. In the little slit he noticed an opening to another room and there were people in that room. He recognized them to be Leonard and some other men.

"Your telling me our previous creation is helping the Avengers and now the Dark Avenger is?" one man asked sitting down with multiple bodyguards surrounding him.

Leonard was looking pathetic as ever on the other side of the room responded with," Yes sir but-."

"No buts Leonard, why the hell is he helping them?" the man asked.

"The ex-communicated Russian mafia members have broken out and are planning to take over the American government and the black market sir." Leonard said.

"I thought the ex-communicated were dead." The man said getting up. He was intercepted by another man in a suit.

"Mr. Lionis you need to take a look at this." The man in the suit then handed Lionis a picture. Lionis slammed the picture on the table and made Leonard look at it.

"Explain…Now before I bring O'rien in here to deal with you." Lionis said unbuttoning his suit jacket. Bucky couldn't see the picture clearly but there was a woman and a man in it with black mask and outfits on. The man had brown hair and the woman had red hair.

"When the ex-communicated took over the black market they were going to up their game. They want to take control of the Dark Avenger. That is why he is working with the Avenger's to take out the ex-communicated." Leonard said really quickly.

"Why do they want the Dark Avenger instead of killing him?" Lionis asked putting his hands on his hips.

"Because if they control the Dark Avenger they also control the criminals…they will be able to take over the United States." Leonard responded.

"But I want to know why is he working with the Black Widow? Get Wallace Eastell in here." The man in the suit walked out only to come back with another man in tow.

"Hello boys what can I help you with?" Wallace asked with a smile.

"The Black Widow is your creation am I right?" Lionis asked.

"Yes, she was one of my greatest creations until we started the New Dawn program. Why do you ask?" Wallace said.

"She is now with the Dark Avenger." Lionis said as the three men met in the middle of the room.

"Like together…together?" Wallace asked.

"No you idiot," Lionis showed Wallace the picture," They are working together because this dumbass couldn't kill the ex-communicated."

"The ex-communicated are planning on taking over the American government, the black market, and the Dark Avenger but he has to work with the Black Widow in order to take them out." Leonard said.

"They can control the Dark Avenger?" Wallace asked.

"Only Natasha can." Leonard responded.

"This is awesome! My best creations working together; you have to understand the major impact of this." Wallace said excitedly.

Silenced dawned among the three geniuses who seemed deep in thought on what to do next.

"I have it! Why don't we just get the Black Widow on our side and we can pair them together." Wallace said.

"No. I believe we should keep them in the friend zone. She might turn him…good."

"We have multiple situations right now okay. We have to deal with the ex-communicated and we have to deal with the love interest of the Dark Avenger when he doesn't have any freaking emotions!" Lionis yelled startling both Wallace and Leonard.

"…ok I have also been working on something amazing. I have made two things one is for the big guy and the other will upgrade the big guy." Wallace was saying.

"Well what the hell is it?" Lionis asked.

"You know how he likes to use chains and stuff like that? Well I developed this new weapon that will dominate. It is chain that magnetizes itself to Tironian's arm. The chain wraps itself around his arm like a snake. It has a blade on it and everything. I'm also working on something with Redger that can make Tironian permanently stay in the dormant state." Wallace said with a humongous smile.

"What do you mean stay in the dormant state?" Leonard asked.

"Imagine him being in animal mode controlled by one of us. I can easily make another serum so he can obey our orders without hesitation." Wallace said with his hands up.

"…I like it-" Lionis was saying until he was interrupted by the body guard.

"Sir we have an intruder in the building." Bucky knew he was made and was about to leave until a fist met his face and he was out like a light.

. . . . .

Masquerade ball…

They both danced in the grand ballroom with none other than blissfulness and in sync. Natasha kept eye contact while Tironian was trying to ignore her glare. She wondered why he wouldn't look her in the eye. There was nothing to be ashamed about. He was a graceful dancer she had to admit but if it wasn't for is enhanced balance and stamina he would be stepping on her toes. The covert mission was going well as nothing bad had happened yet. They both were to talk British and act all polite. He and Natasha were going in as siblings from England named James and Lucy. The plan was to get Loranus alone and question him but covertly while blending in.

"Two guards in each corner." She said while Tironian dipped her backwards.

"Five rooms on the right and three rooms on the left. Loranus is at your ten o'clock socializing with the rich idiots." Tironian said as both killers examined the room.

"We are good. "She said as Tironian lifted Natasha back up.

"You are really light on your feet." She said to him who seemed to be paying more attention to their feet than her.

"Thank you darling but the way your feet move and your posture says you are something more than a dancer. You were a…ballerina am I assuming?" he asked as his face came up for the first time to really look at her.

"Yes how did you know?" she asked him.

"While I was being trained by a man named Achilles he helped me notice things that people would never think to notice. Like how your feet lifts a little when you take a step or when you walk that is the reason you are so quiet. Ballerina's lift their feet when the dance so…yeah," He said to her. She never realized he looked at her that way.

"What else have you noticed about me?" she asked and he wished he could stare at her flawless face forever. Green eyes boring into blue. Calloused hands touching delicate but curvaceous hips. Small fingers curved around broad shoulders. An ice cold body pressed against a body heated by fire. A hard body pressed against a soft one. Full lips close to dull ones. Hot breaths breathing upon the face of each other. Two killers trying to find peace but from the wrong people.

"…everything." He said to her as his head was tilted down but his eyes lifted up to look at her. Her lips were so kissable right now he thought.

She looked up at his eyes then to his lips then back to his eyes. The tension was growing and Tironian was trying so hard to control himself so he decided to change the subject.

"You know…Tony bought me a bunch of Scooby doo movies and I couldn't help but notice that this show is probably the best show on earth." He said to her softly and caused her to produce the magnificent sound she called a laugh.

"What is your obsession with Scooby-doo have to do with the task with the subject?" Natasha asked with a smile.

"It doesn't beautiful." Tironian said while looking at Natasha more clearly until he noticed something from the corner of his eye.

"What is it?" she asked looking around.

"You see that lovely couple right there? They are partly portraying the couple of Christine and Raoul as most of the young people here," Tironian said in his fake British accent," and so are they…and so are they…and look those two are too. I would prefer Erik and Christine."

"By whatever do you mean?" Natasha asked her eyes still roaming the area." Two guards at your three o'clock."

"You have never read or seen Phantom of the Opera?" Tironian asked." There on the move towards the target."

"Never heard of it but I do know you're going to tell me about it." Natasha simply said. "There walking back to their previous stations. We have some time to kill. The looks of it Loranus is that he is in a deep conversation."

"The story of the Phantom of the Opera where a man named Raoul, a lifelong friend of Christine, falls in love with Christine by the sound of her voice but not before Erik. Erik aka the Phantom of the Opera with his hideous and disfigured face terrorized the opera house and its occupants. He made the managers known of his existence through letters and what not. Erik kidnapped Christine and hoped she would fall in love with him but his disfigured face frightened her. Christine was released two weeks later as long as she stands faithful to Erik but she was planning on leaving with Raoul so Erik kidnapped her again along with Raoul. In the end Erik let Raoul and Christine go as long as she returned on his day of death and give him back the ring she was given by him." Tironian said with fascination. He looked like a kid who had a thing for comic books in a comic book store.

"So this Christine was loved by two men? The phantom with the disfigured face and her lifelong friend who found love in the beauty of her voice but who did she choose?" Natasha asked.

"She was to remain faithful to Erik and wear his ring until the day he died. He let her go knowing she fell in love with him also. She was the first person in Erik's life to kiss him." he responded as they both sat down at the table.

"Where was Erik living this whole time?" she asked.

"He was living underneath the opera house." Tironian responded.

"So why is this so important to you?" she asked.

"The Phantom of the Opera is one of the best love stories in history. Besides it is the representation that there is a chance the beast to fall in love and get love in return. That the villain of the story could have a shot at having love. Have you ever seen a movie where the villain is happy in the end or has the love of their life?" He asked and she smiled at his seriousness and commitment to this story.

"Point taken. I have not seen anything where the villain gets a happy ending." She said.

"Hey now you know three things. One is you now know the story of the Phantom of the Opera. Second is being that villains never getting a happy ending and third…now you know my future." He said the end part softly as he had just realized that he was a villain and that he would never get a happy ending.

"Maybe who knows? You know maybe you could be the first?" she said shrugging her shoulders in doubt her words actually helped.

"You might actually be right…for once." He said.

"For once? Hell no-" Natasha was saying until she was interrupted.

"Hello Miss I was wondering if I could cut it?" the young gentleman asked. Natasha looked at Tironian who had the deadliest glare on the young gent.

"Oh yes my date wouldn't mind." Natasha said with a smile.

"Natasha no Natasha no Natasha no no no Natasha Natasha…Natasha…Natasha." Tironian was saying really quickly as he tried to grab her hand. He didn't know if she realized but that was Loranus Michael.

Secluded mansion in the forest…

"Jane what are you doing in my lab and on my seat…and on my microscope?" Tony asked with Bruce following closely behind.

"You know when Tironian was at the Avengers tower?" she asked her eyes still hidden by the microscope.

"Yeah…" Tony said slowly.

"I stole some of his D.N.A and tried to find out who the D.N.A belonged to." She said and Tony quickly went over to her side.

"Well who the hell is it?" Bruce asked with impatience.

"Whoever it was…was untraceable because the multiple serums have overwhelmed his D.N.A and I can't tell who it is." Jane sighed.

"Ugh we need another way to find out who this guy is." Tony said exasperated.

Masquerade ball…

Currently Natasha was on her feet still dancing with Loranus while Tironian was at the bar with a drink in his hand staring at her. I know you're asking why there isn't girls flirting with him but most of the women there was old enough to be his mom and the others who were young were waved off. He only had eyes for the red head who seemed to stay on his mind twenty four seven. He couldn't understand it. They both stated they didn't want each other's presence but deep down he had a need for it. He was ordered to trust her and her alone but how could he trust her when she was never there. He was a weapon of destruction and if he wasn't watched carefully he could go off. He didn't like the need of a babysitter but it was necessary. Natasha didn't understand how dangerous he was.

He could kill a whole army and he didn't even have to be in beast mode. Natasha was dealing with dangerous cargo and if not cautious something bad will happen.

"If I shot myself in the head right now would you come back over here?" No…response.

"…What if I kill everyone in this room?" Tironian whispered darkly into the comm. Natasha shot him a glare telling him you better not or I will shoot you in the head.

Tironian turned around to face the wall of the bar filled with many colorful concoctions. She better be getting some information out of him or hell would break loose.

"Why don't you go talk to her man?" the man next to him asked. Tironian noticed he was bulky and around his teens. The teenager was a little skinny but buff. He had scrawny brown hair with green eyes. A pointed nose and rose shape mouth adorned his young face.

"Why are you drinking vodka? Aren't you supposed to be in school or something?" Tironian asked sipping his rum.

"I'm twenty three." The teenager said. Tironian gave the kid a fake charming smile.

"Well kid she might not exactly like me." Tironian said with his face still turned toward the bar.

"You don't know that…she might even like you. I see those glances she spares at you and they are filled with so much love." The kid said as if he was in love with her.

"A beauty like her wouldn't like a beast like me." Tironian said while sipping his rum.

"You sound so sure." The kid continued.

"She deserves someone better looking. She deserves someone better than me. Someone…good enough," Tironian was saying.

"Ah that is called love my friend." The kid responded with and Tironian looked at him with a bored expression.

"…what the hell would cause you to say that?" Tironian asked.

"The fact that you would sacrifice your happiness for the sake of her benefit…I believe that is love my friend. You believe you are not worthy of her. You are afraid you will break her heart. You are afraid that she will break yours. You must live in a life of chances. All of your choices and actions have led you here…today…in this moment. You could choose to get your butt up and talk to her and maybe great things will happen. But if you sit here nothing will fully come to you. In order to change things in your life you need to reach for them cause they will not reach for you. Live knowing that you did it or die knowing you made the worst mistake of your life. You believe that she deserves better and maybe she does but what do you deserve? That is the question." Tironian looked at the kid and looked lost in translation. Even though Tironian couldn't fear he was in disbelief that the kid was right. The kid could have been right. He believed the red head was not of his worthiness. He was never and never would be worthy of her.. But what Tironian had never knew what he had forgotten was that she was once not worthy of him. All of it was a fantasy. She being with him was definitely a fantasy. What was he to her huh? He was probably a broken man with only a purpose to kill to her. He was broken. She was beaten. The average person would have thought of them as the perfect couple. Tironian had been hit on by many women but once they knew who he was they would be disgusted. Natasha stood out amongst them all. She had thought of his body as a piece of artwork carved on the body of a forsaken man.

She was a goddess and he was a peasant staring among the stars.

"Who the hell are you…Doctor Phil?" Tironian asked.

"One of my friends actually has that as my contact name." the kid said with a chuckle.

"What is your name kid?" Tironian asked.

"Edward…Edward Wayland." The young man responded while holding out his hand for Tironian to shake. Tironian stared at the hand before shaking his head.

"Well Mr. Wayland let me tell you something cause I'm really not going to want to see you in the future…" he was saying until interrupted by Edward.

"Do you ever say anything nice?" Edward asked.

"I have my times." He responded.

"No wonder you don't feel worthy," Edward said causing Tironian to release a deep throat chuckle," but for real can you say anything worth wild?"

"As my heart burns my soul cries from the thought you will never release my ties. I feel your light, I feel your heart beat against mine, but I can never feel the power of your love compared to mine. As I am bound to you and you alone that you will never let me go. My heart broken, my brain washed, my body forsaken, and my soul died but you will never let me go. My strength and your light no one will be able to defeat our might. My soul relies on you and you alone so please never let me go." Tironian said looking down at the empty glass of rum. Edward stood astounded by the words of the mysterious man.

"I will be seeing you around kid," Tironian said as he put the money on the table and walked away from him," and hey kid! Don't fail like I did."

"Hey! I never got your name." Edward yelled.

"You don't need it." Tironian said with a real smile while walking amongst the rich and favored hoping to find something else to delve in. He was becoming impatient with Natasha as she had took her time with the man. Why couldn't he do this mission all by his self huh? He could kill all the people in this room, get the information, and walk out like a boss. Ugh what he would do to rip Loranus' arms away from Natasha? What he would do to be with her. The thought of her being his made his skin ignite with fire. But he knew it was all a fantasy causing the flame amongst his skin to be extinguished.

He decided to distract himself with another conversation. He got up from his seat and paid his tab and went to socialize. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Natasha quickly look at him but soon went back to her mission.

Looking for practically anything to distract him from the red head he had walked past a group of elderly rich men which looked about the age of fifty six or fifty five.

"Hello young man," one of the elderly men said," we would like to settle a dispute between us."

Tironian put on his fake façade and helped with this dispute," What may I help you gentleman with on this fine evening?"

Natasha

Every single word that came out of his mouth disgusted her. The way he tried to seduce her wouldn't get any woman in bed with him. Loranus also tried to slip his hand lower and Natasha let it happen for many reasons. She felt as if she was back in the KGB seducing men for the fun and kill. The KGB taught her how to enjoy the kill even though you knew you were taking someone's life. It was God's power to take the lives of people not her. She couldn't believe what she became. She used to be nice and caring and loving until the KGB took her. They redefined her. They gave her new definition to life. Bucky was taught the same but was…upgraded. They both were given the same serum but she was given a bigger dosage because they believed she was the new face of the KGB. She then met another who was given the power also but it was a power beyond anyone's repair. She and Bucky were a mistake but the Dark Avenger was perfection. She and Bucky didn't go what Tironian went through. They weren't given tattoos. They weren't given that many scars. They weren't given his vibranium bone structure. Tironian was left in the dark for years alone. The thought of being alone in the dark for years made her pity the man. He was fully reformed while they were brainwashed. She felt connected to him somehow. She felt as if they both were destined for greatness.

"So beautiful may I get a name?" the idiot asked. She mentally rolled her eyes.

"I don't know handsome I might have to make you work for it?" Natasha said flirtatiously but only to looked at the man wondering the ball room. He looked like a puppy. Batting his blue eyes and giving his charming fake ass smile he received respect from everyone.

"Is the work worth it?" Loranus asked.

"Am I worth it handsome?" Natasha asked leaning back against his hand against her hip.

"…definitely." Loranus said.

"Yeah," she said looking around the room one more time," mind if we go somewhere private?"

"Yeah sure beautiful." Loranus snapped his fingers at his bodyguards who opened a private door. She stepped inside the door and looked back at the lonely man wondering the ball room. The lost soul who wondered the mysterious world but couldn't find his own purpose.

Tironian

Tironian looked Loranus' hand wonder Natasha's back as it tried to sneak its way lower. He quickly turned away from the gentleman and let his eyes glow yellow before returning back to blue. He would kill. He would die. He would sacrifice. He would do anything for this woman. But what he didn't understand is how she practically had all the control over him. He was going from Leonard's bitch to Natasha's bitch real quick. He turned back to the conversation at hand and put on his fake smile.

"The Dark Avenger is a menace to society and should be put in jail. My friend here says the Dark Avenger should be defended because he is a lost person who doesn't know what side he is own." The eldest man said.

"Uh….I feel as if…the Dark Avenger brings a sort of…justice to todays…corrupted society. The police really don't serve their purpose anymore. They smuggle drugs, women trafficking, rob, steal, and cheat. Society today doesn't really know who to trust and I think the Dark Avenger gives a new…definition…a new purpose." Tironian said and the elders were astounded. He didn't realize Natasha was listening the whole time.

"Това, което прави го по-добре от Winter Soldier (What makes him better than the winter soldier)?" one man asked.

"I'm sorry for him. He is Bulgarian-" another elder was trying to say but was interrupted by Tironian.

"The Dark Avenger е по-бърз и по-силен. Той не знае какво прави. Той има вниманието на хората. Не само хората от САЩ, но в света. Той също така разполага с вниманието на престъпниците. Поведението му вещи техните действия. The Dark Avenger има по-голям контрол, отколкото хората си мислят. The Dark Avenger също ще отиде за милиони на черния пазар. Зимният войник убит две дузини хора в последните петдесет години и Тъмно Avenger е убил стотици хора през последната година. Няма съмнение, че Тъмно Avenger има голямо влияние и е всъщност да е направил нещо. (The Dark Avenger is faster and stronger. He seems to know what he is doing. He has the attention of the people. Not just the people of the United States but the world. He also has the attention of the criminals. His behavior effects their actions. The Dark Avenger has more control than people think. The Dark Avenger would also go for millions on the black market. The winter soldier killed two dozen people in the last fifty years and the Dark Avenger has killed hundreds of people over the past year. There is no doubt that the Dark Avenger has a bigger influence and is actually getting something done.)" Tironian said in the purest of Bulgarian. He sounded like he was from Bulgaria. The elder Bulgarian looked impressed as did everyone else.

"Have you been to Bulgaria my dear boy?" an elder asked.

"No sir I have not but I have heard that it is beautiful this time of year." Tironian said sipping his ciroq.

"How do you know all this my dear boy?" the main elder asked.

"I…take an interest in his work." Tironian responded with a devious smile.

"The Dark Avenger is an idiot dressed in a silly costume like the Avengers." The elder said causing the others to laugh.

"I wouldn't speak about him like that if I were you. I heard he could kill a man with a handkerchief," Tironian said as he eyed the elder man using the handkerchief. The elder with the handkerchief slowed his movements and eyed the handkerchief," If I were you I sure as hell wouldn't speak about him because he has a knack for killing the innocent rich idiots who think they own the world cause they have money but truth is the man who needs no money has more power than you ever will. Judge me if you like but I can kill all of you without anyone knowing…with that handkerchief."

"Why do you speak of him as if you were him my boy?" the elder asked a little frightened at the words of the mysterious young man.

"Cause," Tironian said leaning in," I am him…oh and don't bother telling security. They won't believe you because their ego is bigger than their muscles. Spread the word of my presence for I…Am…Coming…have a good evening gentleman."

Tironian gave them all a killer smile flashing his sharp teeth before walking away while whistling a tune. He still noticed the pretty red heads attention was wavering between him and the gentleman surrounding her. She had heard conversation…good. He wanted her to listen of his capabilities. So when it came time she would know. What was with this woman and her men? He was going to make her come to him. He didn't know what was happening but he felt more confident than ever. He felt alive. Suddenly he felt a hit of realization. Tironian slowly looked and saw Natasha leaving the ball room with Loranus.

No…no…no no this was not part of the plan. She was supposed to wait till he was in a secluded room. He was starting to speed walk then run toward the grand door which held his most important interest in life. He practically ran over the two muscular testosterone filled guards as he tried to enter the hallway but the big muscled small brain idiots grabbed his arms.

He didn't hesitate when he grabbed the back of one of the security guards head and snapping it. He quickly punched the second guard in the nose before bringing his head to his knees.

He looked at the guards in the hallway aiming their guns at him and Tironian didn't hesitate in picking a fight. Tironian's eyes quickly turned red before a growl emerged from his throat. He ran toward the wall, gaining momentum. While running toward the wall he jumped up in the air, bringing his right foot to push off the wall, he punched the guard hard in the face.

The guards then rampaged Tironian with their bullets but it had no effect on the Dark Avenger. A dark mist quickly erupted and every guard was blind. Soon enough Tironian emerged from the darkness in his Dark Avenger uniform.

"The Dark Avenger… I have been waiting to kick your ass." One guard said raising his fist for a fight.

"I'm afraid you will be disappointed." Tironian said as the guard threw a punch. Tironian did a back bend while dodging the punch. He quickly came back up only to see a fist an inch close to his face. The Dark Avenger moved his head to the left before grabbing the guard's arm and snapping it in half. The guard screamed in pain as Tironian then grabbed the back of the guard's head and bringing it to his knee. Tironian still kept hold of the guard's head before twisting both of their bodies. He then bent backwards causing the guard's spine to snap.

Natasha was forced on the desk by Loranus as he tried to get under her dress but was interrupted by the sounds of screams.

"What is going on?" he asked.

"My date is here." She responded and his hand was still under her dress. She wanted so badly to break all of the fingers in Loranus' hand but Natasha wanted to see Tironian's reaction.

"Your date?" he asked and one of the guards went flying through the locked door and into the wall…on the opposite side of the door. Someone was jealous Natasha thought. Tironian walked through the door and was acquainted with the sight of his hand under her dress. He was next to Loranus in seconds.

"You're the Dark Avenger." Loranus said with a smile but that smile faded when Tironian grabbed his knife from his back pocket and plunged it into Loranus' hand.

"Ahhh!" Loranus yelled while his hand bled in pain as it was attached to the desk. Tironian then grabbed Loranus' throat and throwing his body across the room while ripping Loranus' hand to shreds.

Tironian raised his hand to deliver the blow that held Loranus' life as Tironian's eyes immediately grew into a yellowish color. But before Tironian could hand Loranus to the depths of the earth he was stopped by Natasha who was watching intently from the desk.

"We need him alive…for now." Tironian still hovered over the body of Loranus.

"Tironian," she said and his attention turned to her,"…stop."

Tironian slowly walked over to Natasha who still sat on the desk. She put her hand on his cheek and his face only appeared to get closer. His hot breath brushed against her face as her hand went from his cheek to his neck. His eyes slowly faded into blue and he released a deep breath. His only control.

"You can be the king…but watch the queen conquer." She whispered to him as he helped her down from the desk. She walked intently over to Loranus who was holding his hand with tears in his eyes.

"What are the names of the ex-communicated?" she asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Loranus said. Natasha looked at Tironian who was pacing back and forth. Couldn't he maintain stability for once while we were on a mission? Natasha thought.

"Tell me or…I can let him handle you." She said and Loranus shook his head quickly.

"Their names are Boris Babushkin, Viktor Vasilyev, Pyotr Vorobyov, Andrey Zaytsev, and Ruslan Nuriyev." Loranus said quickly.

"Good…Tironian handle him." Natasha said.

"Wait! No please! I have more information! They all have separate missions so they won't be in one place. Like Boris he has a mission of going to the black market with some thugs from his old crew. They plan on taking over the Kor'jan black market. Viktor will be going to this bootleg fighting ring in order to build an army. Um…um…Andrey is going on the streets and building an army of his own. Ruslan is um going to the Pentagon and Pyotr is leading all of it."

"Is that all?" Natasha asked.

"That is all I know please…please get that psycho away from me!" Loranus screamed and Natasha eyed him for honesty. She realized he was telling the truth and left him to bleed. She got up from her crouching positon and walked away with Tironian in tow.

As Natasha walked out of the room she slowed her movements at the sight of the blood bath before her. There were men hanging from the ceiling by knives, men lying on the ground either unconscious or dead. Yes he was jealous…but he can't get jealous so… what is this?

"You alright?" he asked with innocence written on his face but not his heart. He really didn't know what he was capable of.

"Um…you did this?" She asked.

"You know anyone else who could do this?" he asked with a smile and looked back at his work," Beautiful isn't it?"

What the hell was going on?! He was…it was…that…she didn't know how to describe it but he looked like one of those dudes on the horror movies. This was the first time Natasha had ever feared anyone in her life. Tironian walked toward the back door and held out his hand. She looked at his hand then his eyes before hesitantly grabbing his hand.

This mission was going to be interesting.

. . . . .

"Put it on." The man said to the criminal.

"So you sure he isn't going to kill me?" the criminal asked while putting the hoodie on.

"I'm positive. Pretending to be the Dark Avenger will get you noticed. All you have to do is kill a few people." The man responded.

"But the Dark Avenger uses a chain but mostly his hands and he has the black-." The criminal was interrupted.

"Shut up! let me handle things." The man responded.

"I hope the real Dark Avenger doesn't kill me." the criminal said with hope.

. . . . .

Fury sat in his office while reading up on his files until he heard a creak. He quickly sat up and held his gun into the shadows only to end up on the couch on the other side of the room.

"Who are you?" Fury asked.

"You don't remember me?"

Skull on the shirt

Guns in both hands

Creepy jacket

"Frank what the hell are you doing in my office in the middle of the night?" Fury asked throwing his gun back on the desk.

"I heard about your little…dilemma and I wanted to see what I could do to help." Frank said as he waved his guns around with a smile.

"Ah you heard about the Dark Avenger. So you want to help frank?" Fury asked.

"Please don't call me Frank anymore call me…the Punisher."

IMPORTANT NOTICE! IMPORTANT NOTICE!

My story the Dark Avenger will clash with Not Ready to Die by Jokerang. MY STORY WILL BE CLASHING WITH 'NOT READY TO DIE' BY JOKERANG FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER. YES YOU HEARD IT RIGHT. THE PUNISHER AND THE DARK AVENGER WILL BE CLASHING TOGETHER. FOR MORE QUESTIONS PLEASE PRIVATE MESSAGE OR REVIEW ME OR JOKERANG.

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