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The next day, the Avengers had assembled under the direction of Nick Fury. Bruce sat calmly in his spinny chair, ever so often finding his fingers tapping against the plastic of the arm. Barton had taken a similar pose of calmness, lifting his feet up on the desk, his hands rested behind his head and his eyes closed. Romanoff sat beside him, texting randomly every few minutes or so. Both were in casual attire. Thor had brought breakfast in with him, and needless to say it was a hardy helping of whatever he could get Jarvis to order for him.

(AN: We're just going to call the fake "The Captain" and the real one "Steve Rogers.")

The Captain had taken a somewhat relaxed position. He didn't really know what to expect from a meeting held in SHIELD. Hydra hadn't necessarily trained him for such a situation. Nick Fury sat in the middle; he flipped idly through a newspaper. "We're waiting on Iron Man, yeah?" Barton said, still with his calm pose. The Captain eyed each of the Avengers each one by one, analyzing them and determining their profiles. There were three superior forces at work that required him to take such an observance in his new 'team', so to speak.

His superiors, being Hydra, Ezekiel Stane, and lastly Justin Hammer.

Hydra wanted to rid the Avengers from existent for the basic reason of having no one stand in their way. Ezekiel Stane wanted vengeance and it had Natasha Stark's name written all over it. She had been the one to build the Iron Man suit and Iron Man had been the one to kill his father. Natasha Stark had also been his competition for many years, in both his father's attention and intellect. Obadiah, granted, had despised the genius girl, only becoming a father figure in the name of greed. But that alone had been enough to set a feeling of neglect for Ezekiel Stane. And Justin Hammer had his obvious reasons. He couldn't build his own weapons and with Stark out of the way, he'd be able to take over the manufacturer industry without competition. He already had weapons since Stark had dropped out, but he wanted all of industry to recognize that Hammer Corp was a force to be reckoned with. And the only way to assure that was to get rid of the Stark Industries prime inventor. The plan was clever, combining like forces to destroy a single enemy. But getting rid of a team such as the Avengers would not prove to be an easy feat.

The Headcount:

The two assassins who were trained for just about anything. Deception was their game and they killed for a living. The Captain was somewhat surprised that the two hadn't been a bit more observant. It disappointed him in a way.

The man with breathtaking anger management issues. The Hulk was invincible, there was no doubt about. Taking him on would be a death wish.

The god of thunder who possessed glorious power yet had the character of a genuine and kind man. The Captain thought it odd how different of a persona the god had.

And then there was Iron Man, the body guard to Natasha Stark. Iron Man was, beyond a doubt, a threat to be reckoned with. His way to get to Natasha Stark would be to seduce her. From observance, it was somewhat clear she had feelings for the super soldier out of time. To get to Iron Man would be a different strategy completely. He'd have to get Natasha to reveal his identity, and from there and only there could the Captain proceed to kill whoever it was that had the honor of manning the Iron man suit.

One step at a time though.

The door slid open, eyes wandered over expecting a red and gold suit, but instead came to find the much smaller in stature genius. She looked a bit better than normal in terms of her health, but she still held the same demeanor. "You're not Iron Man. Pfft." Barton mocked in a teasing manner, still happy to see the snarky genius enter the room. "Where's Iron Man, Ms. Stark?" Fury said, looking up briefly from his paper. His tone seemed extremely disinterested as he continued to flip through the pages. "The suit had a few kinks so I still have to fix them." She said offhandedly, taking a seat next to Bruce. He greeted her with a warm smile.

"It's nothing too crucial, Avengers." Fury paused. "Ms. Stark." He added, almost forgetting that she had a secret to keep. Bruce frowned momentarily at the realization that Natasha technically wasn't part of the team, even though she ought to be. She put her life at risk just as much as they did. "I have a few files here with some profiles of some potential heroes on the east coast of the U.S. Look through them and tell me what you think since the best judges are the ones who have been through it all." Fury ended his order, looking each in the eye before nodding. He stood up, placing the paper under his arm and walked out.

Natasha was the first to move. She didn't want to be there. Ever since her realization, she felt uncomfortable under the leering gaze of the Captain. If she wanted to tell the others, she'd need more proof but otherwise she was on her own. She placed her earbuds in her ears and played some music, anxiety getting the best of her. The team sat in silence, looking through the folders at various paces. Some would stop every now and again due to boredom, others would stare off briefly.

Ezekiel Stane took this opportunity to start a conversation with Steve.

"You know, it took me a while to think of this plan…" Stane said, taking a seat next to the glass containment. Steve looked over, a bit unnerved that he was attempting conversation. "Look at her…" Steve looked up again to see what he was talking about. Over the last hour, the group had shifted positions constantly, Natasha distancing herself the most, not really noticing her subconscious actions. "I've known her for a while. She may not know of me but I've always known of her. She was always loud and obnoxious. Party girl, the socialite, you get the point. And yet…" He frowned, as if trying to figure something out. "After being in that cave, she changed. She became content with the loneliness."

As Steve listened, he couldn't help but somewhat agree with the villain siting outside of his imprisonment. Natasha did seclude herself a lot. "She has her reasons." It was purposely vague. He didn't want to divulge any information accidently. "She doesn't know me, at least I don't think. But we met once." Steve didn't know how to describe his tone. "It was at MIT. She was buying the last sweatshirt they had when she turned and saw me. I had thought it was her, but I had tried to not focus on it. I looked in front of her and saw she as buying the last sweatshirt. Just my luck, right?" He took a long gulp of water, before taking a bite from a plate of food that was next to him. If Steve had noted anything, it was that his captor ate quite often. More so than himself.

"She turned around, bought the sweatshirt and gave it to me. Not a word was said…" Steve frowned, not knowing why the man as telling him of such things. "It made me hate her more."

The two of them looked up once more, noticing conversation occurring between the gang. "Hey, I'm on my last one!" Clint said loudly, breaking the silence. Everyone jumped at the sudden outburst besides Natasha, who had her music too loud to actually hear. "How come Iron Man isn't here to help us?" The Captain asked, he too finishing up his last one. "He could just come in, not in armor and help…" He frowned. Natasha didn't respond, not hearing the question. "Hey Stark." Clint through a crumpled piece of paper in her direction, which she swiftly caught, acutely aware of the projectile coming towards her. She smirked when she looked up, taking a headphone off.

"Sorry, what was that?" She maintained her smirk before throwing the paper back at Clint. "Natasha, can't you convince Iron Man to tell us who he is? We're a team, after all…" He glanced up meeting her confused gaze. "Iron Man has many things in his life he likes to keep private. Friends that don't need to be put in danger. So he'd like to keep it a secret." The Captain frowned. "But you know who he is?"

Natasha frowned, beginning to see the reason there was a fake Steve in their presence. She had been up all night trying to find out where or who could have taken him, but nothing came up. The Captain had been bringing up the identity of Iron Man more often. "I do. We have a special sort of relationship." She bluntly responded, signing the bottom of the page with a swift motion. The Captain gave her a questioning look before turning to the rest of the team. "Alright, once finished I think we can move out, team."

The discussion wasn't over.

The conversation hadn't continued verbally but it was implied, and Natasha could easily tell. Since then, The Captain had been making more advances on her. Slowly and in private. Steve Rogers had been sitting in containment watching with a queasy stomach. Thinking of possible ways to get out. To escape and somehow save her. It was clear he wasn't in danger. But Natasha. That was a different story all together. If they had wanted to kill him, they would have already. But Natasha was the primary goal at this point in the game.

The tower went quiet as each member had the respective things to do. The Captain was in the gym with Thor, Clint and Romanoff. Bruce was in his room, researching things that Rhodey had suggested. Natasha sat in her workshop, scanning every possible source she could find on who the stranger in her home was.

"Looking for something?"

She turned, forgetting that Loki had been in the lab with her, sitting patiently, waiting for recognition or some form of banter. Her glanced at the screen and immediately caught on to what she was doing. "Ah, I'm not the only one who has grown suspicious of such things." He nodded thoughtfully. "So I'm right then. It's not Steve?" She questioned without looking at him. He didn't respond, which was enough of an answer for Natasha. "Steve's not dead, they're using him for bait, obviously. And the Captain up there has been putting the moves on me and I can't decide what I need to do." She grunted and she spoke fast, clearly distraught. Loki paused before asking her. "What exactly are you struggling with, Stark?"

She sighed. "I could tell them that someone kidnapped the Captain. But then they'd ask questions like how I know and it would eventually lead my identity being ruined. I could fight it on my own. I could tell them everything and hope they believe me…" She laid on the cold ground, trying to compose her mind into a straight and linear thought process. What Loki said next was possibly the only solution that was logical.

"I've noticed how strange the Captain had been bolder in his courtship with you. Might I suggest playing the game back? He wants to find the identity of the Man of Iron. This fake Captain of yours might have secrets worth finding in his quarters. You're obviously his target. Get to him first before he gets to you."

She opened her large, wide brown eyes; they met with a pair of sullen green eyes that looked down at her. Loki extended a hand for her to get up, she took it slowly with reluctance. She stood up across from him, her hand still in his. He could feel her pulse following a gentle but quick rhythm. He quirked a curious eyebrow up. "You're fearful? Because this isn't the Captain you love, you're fearful?" Under normal circumstance, she wouldn't have been nervous. But the idea did send a rush of anxiety through her. She was fearful. It wasn't an emotion she showed often. It was something she preferred to keep to herself. After years of being demeaned and criticized, fear was an emotion she couldn't afford to show.

She had a few reasons to be fearful. One being that she was walking right into enemy lines. Who knew what would happen. The Captain could kill her or something far being she was going to play with the likes of someone who took down Steve. Steve Rogers. Her Steve Rogers. Anyone who could take down Captain America successfully scared the shit out of her. He packed quite a punch for an old guy. Three being an underlying fear. The rush of anxiety and fear that she had been feeling over the recent span of time because someone had gone missing from her team was torture.

Her team?

She paused her thought process when she realized what she had just admitted to. Not only that, but she had thought about her Steve Rogers. It wasn't a lie when she admitted that the idea someone took him of all people from under her watch pissed her off immensely. Especially when they took him because of her. Loki was right in all aspects of his inquiry. She was fearful and she was even more fearful because she was about to seduce and perhaps even have sex with someone who wasn't Steve Rogers. She wanted it to be with Steve. She was stuck in her thoughts before she realized she hadn't answered Loki. She had been blankly staring. She blinked, coming back to reality. She pulled a seat over that was within arm's length and sat in it. She leaned her elbows on her legs and placed her hands in front of her face in a thinking position.

"Of course I am."

A/N: Hi there! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, school, theater stuff, etc. I hope you guys are doing well though. I have a few questions for you guys though that can be answered in the reviews and such. Okay.

Question 1: Would you guys like to see Bruce/Fem!Tony and or Loki/Fem!Tony in separate fanfics? Oneshots or something like that? Because I can make that happen. I really can. Your choice though!

Question 2: The next chapter may or may not get slightly graphic with sex. It all depends on what you guys want. You have three options.

I can write the chapter, sex and all, and you guys can read it and it's just like a normal update.

I can write the chapter, section it off so you know where it is, and if you aren't comfortable with reading it, you can skim the page till you see the marker that says the sex is over and done with.

I can write the chapter, but with no sex at all. Just a "And then they had sex… Then the next day…" kind of thing.

I can make them ALMOST have sex, but something interrupts, thus solving this whole problem on what you guys are comfortable with reading.

Let me know what you guys think! :) I'll update as soon as I can though, don't worry.