It was Tony Stark's idea to drag his motley crew from the Tower and out onto the streets of New York City. Clint had made a special effort to keep his eye on Natasha, watching her green eyed haze focused on another individual.

Thor rested his hand on the shoulder of Hawkeye with concern in his tone, "My bird friend, you would appear disheartened once again."

Barton released a heavy sigh, "Nope. Everything's cool."

Thor releases his hold, "Alright my friend. But know that I do not consider your statements to be factual. I fear that you are simply embarrassed to state the truth."

Clint kept his mouth shut knowing Thor was right.

Tony smiled looking up at the pub. He opened his arms, "Uh! Pepper, look, two for one."

She nudges him, "Well then let's go,' she looks at Steve, 'It's not a 'pub' like a bad place. It's actually very sophisticated."

Rogers shrugged his shoulders, liking the sound of someplace 'sophisticated.'

The Captain held the door as the group of heros entered the small place, quickly rushed to a nice large table close by a window.

Natasha had awkwardly managed to find herself between Bruce Banner and Clint Barton, much to the amusement of Tony as he watched from the side.

Natasha knew that place would bother her friend, with all of the completely intoxicated costumers. She was slightly angered that Tony hadn't taken into account how Bruce would feel about it, focused only on himself. Then again, it shouldn't have surprised her.

Banner was obviously uncomfortable, eyes roving a bit before lowering downward. There was an obious uneasiness Stark had not even acknowledged. She turned her body towards the doctor trying to remain inconspicuous, "You okay?"

Natasha knew she saw a different shade of green in his cheeks. Not the sort that caused him to explode, but the shade that outwardly expresses nausea. He smiled nervously clasping his hands with his elbows rested on the table. His brown eyes glistened with pure tension as he lied, "I'm fine, but I know why your asking."

She smirks sarcastically. Her knees are crossed as she tugs at her thin sweater, "If I thought you were fine, I wouldn't be asking." Natasha nudges her side into his in a friendly way, as if to assure him that it would be okay.

Natasha Romanoff had lately showed a much softer side, giving Bruce an oppertunity to see who she really was under all of her defensive exterior. Under that pretty smile and hazel-green focus she had troubles, more then she let on to have. Why on Earth would Romanoff trust him with her secrets? Did she want some stupid piece of information? -Why else would she all of a sudden feel a need to be with him? Didn't she have Clint? - Dr. Banner hoped he wasn't just a tool for her.

But then again, she told him things Barton didn't even know about, she must have trusted him. -But why? He didn't even trust himself.- Something about her tender and compassionate nature made the girl almost endearing.

His felt his cheeks flush a bright red. His forefinger twirled over the lines on the table in an attempt to refocus. It bothered him that he could never repay her for everything she had done for him. She really was perfect, beyond her physical appearance, but that wasn't a secret. Bruce was sure that she was pursued by too many males already and the last thing he wanted to do, was overwhelm her no matter how comfortable she made him feel.

He knew she had been abused too many times which plagued Banner to no end. Even by those she should have been able to trust. How could someone even think of hurting the girl? Were people really that selfish and corrupt? Natasha didn't deserve to be treated like a second-class citizen. She was worth so much more then she thought, she was one in a million. Whatever transpired between Natasha and that man obviously did not go as planned. She needed someone to trust and rely on and deserved a well-mannered gentle hand to catch her when she 'fell'. He hoped Barton would always be there, and give all the respect, dignity, and freedom that was owed to her.

There was a strange glow in his cocoa stare, something that made her heart beat quicken. There was something about him that was endearing. His eyes? It went beyond the exterior. She looks down at her hands in an attempt to refocus. Bruce was different from anyone she'd ever met. Under that sarcastic and independent outward appearance, she could see a tender, caring, and strong individual. She wished he wasn't so insecure and always second guessing himself. Romanoff had built up a hatred for his father just from the little that she knew. That jerk had managed to brainwash Bruce, wrongly convincing this genius that he wasn't worth a thing. Unfortunately the doctor believed it, being the sensitive person that he was.

Whatever happened between him and that girl obviously didn't help any. The poor guy did not deserve another heart-ache. He needed someone worthy of his affection, who could pull him from all of his bitter emotional tension. There was another side to him that was unfortunately shadowed by all of his defensive and tough sarcasm. He needed some way to hide and stop his big heart from always getting involved. And she couldn't blame him being that she had a 'wall' of her own. Natasha felt special to be able to see past that and view a gentle, tender, and stronger side of someone who was unbelievably similar to her.

Seeing him give a genuine smile had to be the most rewarding thing she had ever experienced. It made her feel accomplished to watch him escape reality, even for a quick second. She felt confident in his company like someone else had her back. Bruce could say what he wanted, she doubted the hulk would tear her apart. Sure, if he got really angry he might give it a try. After all, it used to be her number one fear. But after that mission, watching 'the other guy' protect her; it convinced Natasha otherwise.

She felt her phone vibrating on her hip as she reached down to answer. Clint leans in, eyes on hers, "Who is it?"

Natasha throws her head back, "Fury. What does he want?!"

Stark yells across the table, "Don't answer it! We're on 'vacation'!"

Clint nods in agreement, "Seriously Nat."

Steve rolls his eyes leaning in on the table, "I think you should answer it."

Tony raises his eyebrows, "No! I'm not getting involved in anything!"

Thor leans back in his own strange way, "If director Fury requests our presence, it must have to do with a dangerous situation. Lady Romanoff, I suggest you respond to our director."

Stark continuously shakes his head 'no'. Clint narrows his focus, "Please don't answer it!"

She rolls her eyes, "If it's important, he'll leave a message."

Tony smiles lifting up his menu searching through the alcoholic beverages, "Atta girl!"

Natasha feels a second buzz, altering her of a voicemail. She clicks the button, nervous about what he wants. Bruce remains quiet listening to Fury's voice as she plays back his message.

Her own eyes widen, nervously remaining quiet herself. Clint leans in wishing she held her phone on his end instead of Banner's so he could hear, "What? What is it?"

She hushes him, waiting until the voicemail is complete. She clicks a button, sending it on a repeat.

Natasha looks at Bruce realizing he's heard the same thing she has. She whispers to him nervously, "You heard him? Where is Kravis Children's Hospital?"

He nods in a whisper, "Between Upper East Side and Harlem." Of All Places- He jumps up from the table without delay eyes wide and in a bit of a panic. She hands her phone to Clint, "Here! Call Fury and tell him we're on our way."

He lowers his eyebrow, "We?"

"Yes Clint. I'm going with Dr. Banner."

Steve leans in becoming curious, "Where? Why?"

"Call Fury!" She yells as she runs after doctor.

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