Chapter. 10 Trapped

"No!" Barton yelled in frustration, he almost had her in his arms again, but like that she was gone again. Natasha stared at him, a cool evil simmering in her cloudy blue eyes. Steve, who was bracing himself for her attack murmured, "Damn," then lifted his shield to his chest. Natasha took a step towards Barton and her eyes softened she looked up to his face and whispered.

"Please, help me." Clint blinked, not knowing what to do, before running up to her and embracing her body. "Tasha! But... how?"

He didn't realize it was the wrong move until he felt her knee connect with his jaw. He gasped in pain, and fell to his knees. Natasha went to kick him again but he saw it coming and grabbed her leg, spinning her around and pushing her away. She stumbled for a moment but got her balance just as Clint leaped to his feet. Natasha quickly grabbed her gun, cocking it and aiming right at him. Steve ran at her but her hands were too quick, her aim too good. The bullet landed in Barton's arm, causing the S.H.I.E.L.D agent to fall to his knees once again. Under normal circumstances he would have been able to dodge it, a least for it to only skim the surface of his skin, but this was different, this was Tasha. His breath came in shallow breaths, more from the shock then the pain, he had been shot before, but this somehow hurt more. Emotion pain and physical pain all in one.

Steve threw his shield at Natasha hitting her in the stomach; he had realized that right now, Natasha was one hundred percent the enemy. She flew into a wall as her legs buckled beneath her. She sent him a glare that mirrored one of Loki's. Quickly she got up and ran at Captain America sending a punch into his gut, while kicking out his legs. Steve stumbled and sent back a powerful blow, directed at her head, but landing at her shoulders. Natasha was about to make her next move when behind Barton landed Thor.

"Has she hurt you yet," he asked while causally throwing his hammer at Tasha. It flung her against the wall, trapping her there. Barton looked up at the God and in a low growl said,

"What the hell do you think!?" The blood from his wound was slowly sleeping through his jacket and dripping onto the ground.

"We must get you away from here, I shall take you." Thor commanded, soon after lifting Hawkeye of the ground.

"I'm fine! Worry about Natasha more than m…" He was interrupted by a loud crack and some bricks from the nearby building raining down around them.

"We have to leave, the building is collapsing!" Thor yelled over the cracks and moans of the falling building. He summoned his hammer and as usual it flew into his waiting hand. They saw the building lean dangerously over the alley way they were all in. "We must leave!" Thor announced once again and grabbed Barton tighter and flew off, soon followed by Steve running in their direction.

"But Natasha!" Clint protested, and the moment he said that the building came flying down, bricks smashed into the concert at such and incredible speed they left imprints. Glass rained down, like freshly sharpened knifes. And somewhere in that mess, Barton thought, laid Natasha, alive…or not.

Natasha woke up with a sudden motion. She was confused, couldn't tell where she was, why she was here, or anything. She blinked and looked around, the first thing she noticed was the bricks, and they were everywhere. Paper lay silently on the ground, some sheets looked half written, half finished. "Just like me…" she thought to herself. A few meters away stood a desk, an up turned computer, stationary, on its left. Bricks piled on top of it and all around it. She pushed away some of the bricks that lay on top of her. She stood up but stumbled, as if she hasn't walk for months. Slowly she made her way down the mountain of bricks and cement. She finally got to the bottom and collapsed. Her breath came in short gasps. She looked for signs of any of the Avengers, to no avail. Finally something caught her eye; a bright light was blinking from one of the buildings. The floor it was on was partially collapsed in one area. She took a quick look for signs of Loki or the giants but found none. Natasha sprinted across the road and into the building. She felt out of shape and was exhausted from the eleven feet she had to run.

After she caught her breath she flung the door open and ran up the stairs until she got to the floor she wanted. There was a gray door blocking the entrance; luckily it wasn't locked. Slowly she pushed the door open; her gun firmly grasped in her other hand, loaded.

"Clint!" She called out, her voice echoing in the empty office building. Official looking papers fluttered by. "Steve!" She yelled, getting no response. "Tony? Bruce? Thor!?" Natasha was questioning what she had originally seen, was it just her eyes playing tricks on her? Just as she turned around to head outside her ears caught a faint sound. At first it seem like a tap, barely left on, but as the sound got clearer, and closer, she made out footsteps.

"You forgot someone." A voice called out, a playful purr intertwined with each word. "You get one more chance to guess who I am."

"Loki! What the hell are you doing here?! Shouldn't you be commanding your army?" She sneering as the green eyed appeared from the shadows.

"Well," he said, now only standing inches from Natasha, "the tables have turned, and we are on our own." With that he grips her face his lips landing on hers.