A/N: Welp. It just got worse. Enjoy! *runs and hides* Thanks for all of the reads and reviews!

Natasha mumbles as she hands Clint his weapons, adjusted to aide in the destruction of the Asgardian monsters. With the arrival of Thor things keep getting worse. She shakes her head full of disappointment;

"I trusted SHIELD would put Titania and Crusher in an unbreakable prison."

Barton grumbles back, "It's not SHEILD Nat, it's the defectors. You did the right thing at the time."

She pushes forward, edging pedestrians from the street;

"Are you sure about that? Now I'm watching my friends get pummeled."

"Keep positive and everything will be fine...is that?"

"Ugh,' she snarls with a split lip, ready to take on the demigod as Thor gets knocked from the Asgardian beast, 'I'll get Loki."

"Bad idea-"

"You're gonna talk me out of it?"

Clint points to a roaring Hulk as he charges for the trouble making Asgardian. Natasha lifts a shoulder;

"Guess he's got it covered."

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A John Jameson works overtime on SHEILDs computers, uniformed in his politic wear as he argues with local authorities to send him more technological aide. Fury holds a com and shifts away from the astronaut momentarily;

"Hill? We need any and all documents from Banner's Black Hole encounter?"

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She holds the meta children's information between her teeth on the USB, shifting in her chair to access the Center's computer;

"It would help if I knew where Banner kept everything! Some organizational classes wouldn't be a bad idea. Nothing is alphabetized- I thought he had OCD."

Fury retorts, "Ask the Russian girl. She's bound to know."

"Yeah she's a little busy taking down Black Ops."

"She's injured, give her a real job."

Maria forced herself to stand, pain shooting up through her body. She clutches her torso and reaches for a nearby student. Brody turns around over the tap on his shoulder. She softens her voice;

"I need Izabella. Can you get her for me."

He salutes and gives a nod.

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Jameson turns to order the agents about, turning back only to see his wife take a knock out worthy punch to the face. He shakes his head;

"Don't make me come down there."

A green Jennifer echos back through his com, "Relax J. You do you."

John scoffs, "Hey Fury. You know who would be a huge help right now? General Ross."

Fury shakes his head, disappointed over the joke, "You're not helping."

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Maria bangs her hand against the desk, restraining her anger upon the entry of Izabella;

"You need me?"

Hill nods and offers a hand to the computer, "You're Banners little prodigy and I need codes and information from the previous black hole."

She nods and accesses his documents immediately, typing away despite the pain in her fingers. Gritting her teeth she retracts for a momentary breather, "Why?"

Maria sighs, "Because there's another one forming nearby."

The girl whips her head over her shoulder, her eyes full of fear. Hill shrugs;

"We just gotta do what we can. The codes will help. Any information you can locate will help."

Izabella nods and returns back to her searching through the files;

"I remember coordinates."

"That's helpful. I need you to share that with Fury along with anything else that you find. Okay?"

"Okay..."

The girl looks down guiltily over her hands. If only she still had the ability to warp, "Agent?"

Maria leans in, "What."

"Can you search lab for gamma?"

Hill freezes for a moment with her expression firm. The determination in the girl's eyes turns off any thought of arguing. She nods and moves toward the door;

"Okay. Don't let anyone back in here but me, you're pretty vulnerable at the moment."

Izabella glares with a sideways smirk, "I'm Russian. I am not vulnerable."

"Right. Never heard that one before."

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"Hold him Ian!"

The older man complies with Lucy's request, aiming her arrow toward the agent's throat;

"Where is Olga?"

The man chuckles, "You're a bunch of stupid kids."

Darcy grits her teeth and crosses her arms;

"Listen bud, these guys are trained by mega big time demigods and assassins. I wouldn't be screwing around with them."

Lucy looks over her shoulder with her peripheral, "Brody? Laser focus."

The boy complies and encircles their captive's feet in a burning flame. Lucy presses;

"Talk."

"You're children!"

Lucy nods for Riley to go invisible and take her punches from each direction, followed by Garrett who lifts his pistol. Lucy snaps;

"Stun?"

He shrugs, "Doesn't matter."

The agent surrenders over his pummeling;

"Alright! Olga is on the bridge of the carrier. She has a drug she plans to use on the Hulk that's all I know."

Lucy's eyes widen, tightening her jaw as she aims her weapon;

"Which one!"

Darcy drops her arms;

"It doesn't matter we need to get going. Let's lock up this guy with the rest of them and get out of here. They need us on the field."

Ian drops his jaw;

"I'm sorry, not to echo this turd, but! THEY'RE CHILDREN!"

Lucy fires an arrow over the agent's head as a warning;

"We're going to the battlefield and we're going to find Olga. You're staying in the closet with the rest of your defective degenerates. We've taken back the center! Good work team!"

Darcy claps;

"Yay! I'm useful again."

"Tie him up."

Ian shakes his head, "I'm taking orders, from a teenager."

Lucy snaps, "Do it Ed Sheeran!"

"Alright! Alright!"

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Izabella types and scrolls, extending her pinky finger to adjust the screen size. With each pull down she scans for the necessary files. She types once again, gasping over a sudden arm around her throat. Squirming from his grip he lifts her higher and up from her position. Her hands betray her, far too beat up to pull the limb from off of her. With the sound of a gunshot her problem is no longer. Falling to the ground she gasps for air with her hands smashing into the ground. Hill circles around and replaces her gun to it's holster before helping her up;

"Still feeling invincible?"

Izabella smiles, "Spasibo."

"You're welcome,' she lifts a vial, 'Does this look right?"

She nods, "It injected."

Maria twists her jaw, "You think this is going to help you to take down the black hole..."

"Yes."

Hill exhales, turning the vial in her grasp. Izabella points to the screen;

"I have codes. And backup but one plan."

The agent steps forward to scan the documents and forward them to the director;

"You're a brave kid. But I can't let you hurt yourself."

Izabella pleads, "I have to. It only way."

Maria bites her cheek and clutches her earpiece, "Fury? I have a determined kiddo with a plan..."

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Thor raises his hammer toward the hole, eager to blast their problem while he is guarded by the Captain. Stark lands opposite the demigod and fires their minions away;

"Anyone else ready for a nap?"

Thor shouts loudly, "How does one mention rest at a time such as this?!"

Steve blocks with his shield, "He's kidding Thor!"

The She-Hulk plows through the group with a pounding toward Titania;

"Look out imbeciles!"

Tony shouts, "Fore!"

Rogers tumbles into a forward roll while Iron Man and Thor fly upward to avoid Titanias crashing back to Earth. The three-some move as Jennifer claims their space, pushing and pulling her enemy.

A roar from the hulk echos through the city, his rage taken out on Crusher who has taken the form of the wild demigod.

Barton dodges behind a vehicle with a child in his arms, ducking to hide from the explosion.

Natasha pushes forward, met with a heel to the chin by a uniformed blue minion. She reaches for the staffs strapped to her back and swings forward. With a gasp she feels a weapon hit her head. The sharp pain disorients her enough fall backward- her world goes black.

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Romanoff finds herself in a daze, the frantic echo of roars and screaming come to an immediate halt.

Not seconds ago she was on the battlefield, another brutal fight in the middle of their home city. Now she finds herself in their oasis. He's here.

She crouches to his level in the darkness with the sound of the steady waterfall slipping into the lake underneath.

Bruce points from under the Willow, eager to show her some stars. Eagerly she moves beside him, adjusting a familiar long turquoise skirt. Her hair follows her movement, watching him reach to point in an equally familiar brown sport coat.

She lays back beside him, opposite his direction so their heads can lay together. His voice soothes her, the familiarity and zen of the place causing her arms to fall at her sides. Lying flat on the ground she looks up to spot his 'Orion'. Even through the smoke and the smog she grins over it's subtle visibility.

Being back in Morningside remains calming to her soul, wanting to stay here- wherever here was- for all eternity. It's calming. It's everything she wants. Just the two of them, beside the Willow and the Waterfall. The world suddenly has no meaning, no fears held over her.

His laugh makes her laugh. She turns her head to see his smile. She wants to brush the curl from over his eyes.

Natasha wants to speak- she can't. Her mind tells her it's a dream. She refuses to wake up.

His warmth is suddenly evident against her shoulder. His soft brown eyes staring back at her. She swallows hard, pushing away any tears that form in her eyes.

Bruce knows she loves him. She doesn't need to repeat herself. He knows her heart. She doesn't need to ask his forgiveness. Lifting a finger from the ground is a struggle but she pushes through. She's just too far to brush his shoulder. Clenching her hand into a fist she brushes her knuckles against her lips- he's just out of reach. All she can manage is a whispered, "I want to be who you think I am when you look at me like that."

"All I see is my wife."

Her eyes shut tight over his reply, coming in as clear as her current illusion. For the first time she's safe. Her own mind giving her something secure and yet painfully regrettable.

Natasha knows there's a battle to be fought- but he's here. He's warm. He's safe. He's happy...

There is no confusion in his eyes, no tension between them other then her own pooling guilt. She forces her eyes closed despite not wanting this dream to end;

"I need your forgiveness. I need this calm. I need everything we are."

Open their reopening she realizes nothing has left her mouth. He reaches gently for her cheek. She turns her own head into his warmth. It's real; his thumb against her cheek. Natasha is ready to boil over only able to manage an, "I'm sorry..."

...She reaches for him, her open palm suddenly pressed against a firm bare chest. With a breeze in her hair she knows she's being held in his arms. As the cars rush by, the screams return and the pain returns to her shoulder she can see only green.

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He is tender as he lays her down. Natasha pushes herself up over his crouching and eyes full of concern. She stands, aided by his hand as she grasps a few of his large green fingers;

"I'm alright...are you ok big guy?"

He grunts with his eyes focused on her shoulder. She nods, "I'm ok. You jumped right in there huh? I don't even remember seeing you that close."

"Hulk always catch Spider."

She smirks, brushing a stray hair from her face with an 'I love you' on the tip of her tongue. Her eyes widen abruptly over the bullets grazing his flesh, his soft brown eyed suddenly filled with pure rage once more.

Romanoff reaches for her pistols only to come up empty handed, hearing him roar as he tries to deflect with his arms and protect the Black Widow. She dodges out from behind him and fires her venom toward the aircraft, the two dodging the explosion with his protective stance. With a stumble forward he struggles to catch his balance and shake off the pummeling. His eyes flash red, dark green blood surrounding his frame. Natasha's eyes stay alert, taking in their rooftop surroundings as he scrambles back to his feet. She searches over the side, breathing easier as Tony Stark flies over and hovers;

"Lost your com?"

Natasha makes a face, "I blacked out. He just got shot up-"

Stark reaches to remove the assassin from the roof as Hulk charges forward without warning, the pitch in his roars changing abruptly. Romanoff snaps;

"Why did you do that?! I need to help him-"

"Red! He's in maniac mode. Do you see his eyes?!"

"He got shot up with who the hell knows what- what do you expect?! He went after you not me! Put me down! Now!"

"Can't do. I swore to Banner I'd protect you-"

"Not from himself."

Stark moves to comply, lifting back up as the hulk charges aggressively toward Jennifer. Natasha clenches her jaw with a sudden realization. She connects the visual to a previous illusion and abruptly decides against continuing any conversation.

Tony waits for her direction;

"Uh Red? I need to know what you want so I can go help Elphaba?"

Natasha shakes her head, "Ground is fine."

Leaving her back on the ground she stumbles backwards, her hands trembling until Rogers yells out to the spy to catch one of her previously missing weapons. She obliges single handedly and moves to push Barton from an impending attack.

"Fury?! We need to hulk on the craft he's not stable!"

"Welcome back to the living,' Clint scoffs, 'Point the goons in this direction, Hulk will see you're in trouble and clear the traffic."

"Clint he's drugged-!"

"And? It's you."

Natasha whistles, "Hey Cap! Send Jen and Titania this way."

He nods and holds his com to pass on the orders to Stark.

Barton gives Romanoff a glance;

"Get ready to run."

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