Chapter 7: What is going on?

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Raised, were the eyebrows of Jasper Sitwell as he, along with many S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives were staring at the many monitors that formed one image. So much had happened over the last three hours for everyone that was in the control room. Deputy Director Hill had dropped from her responsibilities so now Sitwell was left in charge due to his level of clearance. Director Nick Fury has been assassinated by an unknown adversary. And last to make matters worse for S.H.I.E.L.D., they came face to face with the evidence that showed why Satellite BETA erupted in space.

It had taken a large amount of the organization's best tech experts' time but with the right procedures done they were able to salvage most of the software including security footage of multiple surveillance cameras that had been downloaded into the main data system. What had been recorded had brought everyone up from their seats.

"What is that?!

"It's a Women!"

"A Women in space." Came the voices of some of the younger and inferior S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. Normally Sitwell would have scolded at them if not for his similar inner expressions and questions.

The image on the screen was a frozen frame of the blackness from space with just a hint of the blue below that was Earth. But what made the scene different was the frame of a blonde-haired women with her face heading directly towards the camera until the playback harshly ended in static. Sitwell had to tell his inferiors to rewind the video and pause it multiple times to get it just right. Sure enough, the disturbance was a Women. Many asked how, but Sitwell was smarter than the silly question.

"Alright everyone, listen up….it appears we are dealing with yet again, another predicament involving mythical people from other dimensions or another one of our many enemy's secret experiments. Whoever this individual is she most likely does not share anything related to that of a person. As of here I want all satellite footage monitored every twenty-four hours, this Women is now under the watch of S.H.I.E.L.D." nobody argued with the high-class agent and he received major salutes from several field operatives who just so happened to be in the room.

Sitwell pondered in thought, not only was he going to have to report this to Senator Pierce, he was going to have to accept that the whole situation was no doubt going to become a thorn in H.Y.D.R.A.'s side to the initiation of their unfolding plans. The bald man could only hope they could delay this case and get back on track.

"What the hell is going on?!" yelped Natasha as the blonde girl's grip tightened just a tad bit more to secure her from falling.

They were flying.

It was hard to believe it but they truly were flying! Natasha knew that she shouldn't be surprised by what was going on. After all these last few years have really drilled the fact into her mind that some fictional stuff can become a reality. So called Gods, suits of advanced armor, mutated scientists and alien invasions were enough to prove it. But she was only human. The Black Widow was smart enough to know that she hasn't seen it all. But still, how was this girl flying? And with perfect rhythm in place.

The height didn't scare Natasha, she couldn't remember the exact number of times she had to jump out of a plane with a parachute. How could she even forget the time when Tony was testing the Mark-43 and he playfully instructed J.A.R.V.I.S. to suit the rocket boots onto her before autopiloting around the construction of the tower. Of-course the redhead got her revenge with the help of the A.I. and suited herself up with the repulsors and chased the man child around for hours. But not even those cheerful flashbacks answered the question at hand.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the two began to slowly move away from the window, the redhead did her best not to reach out for the open frame as if it were her ultimate salvation.

"Okay, okay…argh dammit what did you do to earn such a grip." Natasha tried to squirm but no matter how hard she moved she could not shake the grip of the young girl. The spy's eyebrows were raised when she grabbed onto the arm that was holding her and was shocked to feel the thin appendage a rock hard through the layers of sleeve and skin. Who was this girl?

Knowing now that this wasn't going to get her anywhere Natasha dropped her natural stage of wonder and shock and calmly reverted to her proper posture, being in a panic wasn't going to help. Instead she took to steady breathing through the wind and tilted her head to see Kara staring back with an understanding glare. Both of their styled hairs were blowing between their eyes and cheeks.

"Okay, just listen…..as I said before there is a lot of stuff going on, you are doing the wrong thing but you have something I need." The redhead made the gesture of poking her wrist causing Kara to stare tentatively. "You don't understand me I know, but you got yourself involved, it seems we have to work together, don't say I didn't warn you about what you could encounter. We need to head to my place, I have a lot of things to do in the morning due to my work."

Kara only tilted her head to the side causing Natasha to face palm herself. Of course speaking full sentences to this kid wasn't going to help her understand and this was the first time Natasha's knowledge on certain languages wasn't going to help. This girl spoke in such an odd way and she didn't even look foreign. One of the oldest languages the spy learned to read and somewhat speak was Latin but if she recalled the blonde's tongue was incredibly unrecognizable especially the weird throat clicking.

If the Black Widow was going to make these unwanted events happen she would have to try a different approach.

Kara stared at the women she was holding and was startled when her cheek was padded lightly and the human female pointed in a certain direction with her finger.

"Over there." Natasha replied as she pointed towards the parking lot several yards away. The caped women stared in the direction before looking back at the spy.

"Yes, over there. I parked my car over there, I can take us to my place, but first you gotta put me down."

Kara had an intensive look on her face, the inhabitant was interested in the parked terminal ahead below. Could it be so? The alien focused her vision and sure enough on the farther edges was this women's transporter. She wanted to go to it to leave this place.

"Hey are you paying attent…." Natasha didn't have time to finish as Kara flew towards the parking lot at a quick pace, causing the redhead to protest drastically. "Hey slow down we shouldn't get caught like this!"

It fell on deaf ears but it mattered not to Natasha when Kara began to lower herself in the middle of the large concrete field full of cars. The human looked around as their feet touched the ground with a click, hoping that neither of them were spotted during the flight. She was just happy the sky was dark and nobody seemed to be leaving since all the cars were parked and turned off. The spy fixed her posture before giving one final look to the hospital automatically getting a feeling that she would have to come back here soon. After all, Steve would return thinking that the hard drive he left in the vending machine was still there when it was in the sleeve of an unknown women with the ability to fly with a red cape and thin metallic leotard.

Putting her mind to her goal, Natasha looked around and raised a brow when the girl began to admire the vehicles around her, with a face as if someone was fascinated by something for the first time. Did this girl not know what a truck or SUV looked like. Had she been raised in solitude?

Shaking her head of unnecessary questions, the redhead sighed in annoyance and sped walked to the blonde when she crouched to look at a Harley Davison.

"Alright enough, you are coming with me…..you've done enough tonight." Natasha grabbed the cape of the alien and pulled only for physics to take over and nearly fell on her back. She would have broken her fall by twisting her hand to hit the cement first to stop the impact but instead she was caught by the caped girl who appeared out of thin air while holding her.

"How did you do that?" the only answer the human got was being raised to her feet by the blonde. When Kara brushed Natasha's shoulder of imaginary filth she gave a small smile. It was awkward at first but Natasha crossed her arms before giving a small smirk herself.

"I just met you…..and even though I've seen stranger things happen before, you are something." The spy only got the same stare. "C'mon let's leave."

Without reacting badly Kara's hand was taken into the palm of the primitive and found herself being pulled by her towards the end of the stationed terminal. They drifted and dodged between vehicles, all in which caught Kara's eye but after a while, they had reached their destination. The obsidian transporter was right in front of them. Kara admired the design despite being primitive.

"I know, a good friend of mine gave it to me, she's in charge of the world's biggest western corporation and man child." Of course Kara did not heed her words. Instead the spy pulled out the keys in her pant pocket and unlocked the Corvette to hop in the driver's seat, but not before looking at the girl who staring oddly at the doors. Natasha leaned over and unlocked the door for Kara before gesturing with her palm.

"C'mon, you'll be okay." After what felt like an eternity when it was only just a minute, the girl, with a curious nature leaned into the tight space and looked inside. Such odd accustoms. When the blonde noticed the obsidian colored seat she moved slowly into the vehicle to sit down. Kara also spent a good moment trying to wrap her cape up so it wouldn't be loose or spread in the tiny compartment. Afterwards Natasha leaned over to shut the door and inserted the keys into the ignition, bring the loud motor to life. To hell with seat belts.

Kara braced herself but quickly remembered that these transporters do not fly, they are ground bounded. So instead her tension ceased.

Natasha being the expert driver that she was, got them out of the parking lot, approached the edge of the hospital campus and drove onto the streets, the ride quickly becoming quiet and awkward. The spy was glad that the girl was distracting herself by looking through the window and the lid up lampposts they passed by. Kara's repetitive gave caused her to look away and simply stared at her hands wrapped in her cape. Natasha caught this and took this time to switch her gaze back and forth between the road and this rare girl who's name she didn't even know.

Name she didn't even know.

"Natasha." Kara looked up from her hands before looking at the first human she had ever met before tilting her head in question.

"Natasha." The redhead pointed her fingers to her chest and repeated it one more time. "Na-ta-sha."

The redhead head was half tempted to smile when the blonde gave a beautiful understanding look with a curve of her lips.

"Na…..tasha?" to the spy's surprise she said her name well without a single flaw or throat click.

"Yes, Natasha." The human pointed to herself with callous soft and then bent them to point towards the Kryptonian, indicating that she wanted to know her name as well. Kara stuttered for a moment as Natasha looked at the road for several seconds and then back to her.

"Kara." the alien spoke following Natasha's same gesture.

"Kara?" asked the spy but the blonde shook her head no.

"Ka-Ra." That sure was a weird way to pronounce that name. At first Natasha thought it was Kara with the pronouncing of care followed by an "a". Instead it sounded more like the word car but finished with an "a" and to top it off, the "r" in her name was incredible lifted.

"Kara?" the spy asked again earning a comforting nod from the girl.

"Well I'll admit, it's a pleasure to meet you Kara." a devilish smirk from the former KGB and an outstretched hand was enough to make Kara extend hers out and firmly shake the human's hand. Natasha was impressed how the girl had managed to keep her palms smooth despite enforcing an iron grip.

"Natasha." The Kryptonian nodded. There it was, a perfect way to exchange names, now the other knew who was who.

The rest of the ride was smooth and tranquil, they would've have engaged in more interactions if not for the limited capacity of understanding for Kara. Instead the blonde went back to burying her hands into her cape that was wrapped around her and relieved the events that happened not too long ago in her memory. Natasha, was the name of this inhabitant, was more than an ordinary primitive. Kara could tell.

She could tell that the redhead was iron-willed. Along with showing peacefulness despite their first true encounter back at the infirmary. This Women was no doubt deadly as well.

"Hey." There was that word again in the human's tongue, "hey." As far as the alien learned quickly "Hey", could only mean Natasha was trying to get her attention. So she gave it to her.

"We are here." The Corvette stopped in its designated spot and the spy pulled out the key and got out of her seat once she opened the door. Kara was hesitant at first but soon followed the same gesture, impressing the human when she came around the corner to find the girl already up and closing the door to the sportscar.

When the alien adjusted her cape to drag on the cement floor again Natasha quickly grabbed her hand and issued them out of the parking lot and into the plaza of several complexes. They looked similar in appearance to the ones the soldier with the crimson shield was living in. Kara kept up with Natasha but the women was too busy looking around her vision as they proceeded. Kara recognized the contraption of a door they were heading to, an elevator, a bronze metallic and less advanced elevator but overall an elevator. Natasha clicked the ivory button icon for up and surprisingly it opened dew to no one being in it. The redhead thanked whoever God was listening. The ride up was quite relaxing while both women shifted on their boots. The Kryptonian not once minding that her cape was being stepped on by accident.

The satisfying ding of the heavy doors sliding to the side opened but Natasha blocked Kara from moving. The spy peaked out slightly to make sure the coast was clear and signaled Kara to follow her. Why was she being so precautious? They got to the end and Natasha waited for Kara to be by her side and opened the door to a room using a special key unlike any of the ones she pulled out before.

"This is one of many apartments I have, I mostly come here cuz it has the most space and it's where I crash if I'm not at work."

Kara was issued in when Natasha opened the door and closed it as soon as they found themselves in the complex. It was dark at first but not before a light came on with Natasha now stripping herself of her jacket, secured knife belt and even went so far as to shrivel out of her boots but not before fetching her shuriken from it. Just for the sake of it Natasha dismembered them with her fingers and spun them at a fast rate between her digits and finally throwing them one by one into a disc like object on a nearby wall. Each one of the star knifes hitting the center while having a little bit of room for them all to fit.

Kara was impressed! Natasha was an excellent blade thrower!

Natasha sighed heavily and shed her ivory white socks and tossed them by a recliner. The spy then went to the kitchen in hopes of finding something that could relax her troubles…..more like tragedies that she had endured this very night. Just her luck when she opened the fridge she was greeted with left overs and a big pizza box, although not being in the mood for food instead the redhead grabbed two beers that were on the inside of the door. A nice brewski should do it…..and maybe one for Kara. Upon coming around the counter corner Natasha noticed her jacket neatly folded onto the recliner while Kara was staring at the white socks that were in her hands intensively. There it was again, the girl acted like she had never seen a pair of socks in her life. However, the women let out a chuckle and set the beers down on the coffee table and politely took them from Kara.

"Relax, they're just socks, you where them on your feet." She pressed her toes into the floor. "Don't you have them under your boots?" the silence was all she needed as an answer, so instead she handed Kara the beer.

"Here, hope you like Corona." Kara took the glass bottle, eyeing it for a couple seconds, it was cold. Did Natasha just offer her a beverage? This sure was the opposite of Vertoon Broth. She watched as the redhead sat in the furniture and crossing her legs while opening the tip of the glass bottle, she set the rigged cap on the table before issuing Kara to sit in the recliner next to her, the girl complied from the hand gesture. Not wanting to seem disrespectful Kara followed Natasha's actions and with just a flick of her index and thumb, the cap came off and she too set it on the table. The spy raised her drink while looking at her and the alien did the same.

Natasha clinked the thinner part of the bottles together before saying silently to herself.

"For you Nick, thank you for all you've done."

Kara watched as Natasha gulped down several sips before she herself raised the glass to her lips. Rao bless her soul.

The Kryptonian felt the cold liquid in her teeth and gums before feeling the crisp fizz hit her esophagus and slowly evaporating into nothing thanks to her now advance system that was only meant to nourish Mother's milk from birth, Water, Vertoon, and several other fluids. Kara however, was excited from the feeling, she took several more sips before ceasing her drinking and licked her lips cautiously for excess moist. This beverage was quite refreshing if she did say so herself. Natasha on the other hand kept chugging her drink to where the bottle was halfway empty and brought into her lap once she let out a small belch.

"I'm not much for drinking but a beer is always good for a stressful night." her comment didn't matter at all as Kara took this time to stare at the human's feet.

The Kryptonian raised an eyebrow when she just now noticed that the human's toenails were painted a bright crimson. Was this normal according to Natasha and her people?

"Don't tell me you've never seen a pedicure before?" Kara could only stare, guess that answers that question. Natasha knew that Kara did not understand anything but the spy was not going to bend her spine back to make hand gestures and expressions all the time. It was always better to say what was on her mind.

"Seriously though, where have you lived since your childhood? In some kinda sacred cult or something? You get confused even when you see a pair of socks." Kara only took another sip of her drink. She was liking it every second.

The question always came back to bite Natasha's ass. Who was this girl? That and several other questions would always come back to bite her. When she got the time, if she ever got the time she was going to investigate this girl. What does that symbol on her chest mean? If she is not an Asgardian, which Natasha didn't believe at all, then where did she come from? She seemed too thrilled and innocent to be part of H.Y.D.R.A. then again when people dedicate themselves to the organization they tend to fall into a different level of madness, and Kara was not like that. She was always calm, but she seemed way different. She seemed lost. She seemed like a child exploring the world for the first time. She spoke a language that didn't even suite the color of her skin. Just who for all that is sacred was this girl?

To top it off she even demonstrated the ability to levitate herself, or fly for that matter. Speaking of flying Natasha lost focus in her thinking when Kara began to gulp down the remaining contents of her beer and threw her head back with a playful laughter by floating into the air while spinning circles, this young Women defied the laws of physics itself. She for sure was no Asgardian, not even Thor could do what Kara was doing and when he did, he would have to use his Hammer, and even that was considered (especially by Tony and Bruce) pseudo-flight.

The blonde regained her posture and moved her cape around to sit back in her seat while placing herself there via levitation. She smiled at the empty cold bottle before shaking it in her hand and setting it down on the table.

"Guess you do like Corona. I hope you're over twenty-one, and I sure as hope you don't have a guardian or someone if there looking after you, or for you." the girl just licked her lips casually. Maybe she wanted another.

"Kara?" the alien lifted her face to meet Natasha's assuring smirk.

"More?" the human asked while making a gesture with the bottle of her own. Kara took a while to process the human's single word but soon came to grasp the term "More" and nodded her head gracefully. Natasha playfully rolled her eyes and set her beer down to back flip behind her couch and walk straight for the refrigerator, her bare feet pattering the linoleum floor when she opened the compartment and found five Corona's remaining, with a six-pack new case behind the pizza.

Suddenly an idea popped into her head. The redhead opened the freezer to find a large beer mug made of glass and pulled it out to set it on the table. She grabbed two Coronas and capped them open to pour into the holder. Thinking quick she grabbed a nearby salt shaker to smear the grains along the mug before the foam reached the top. With the beverage complete Natasha grabbed it with two hands and carried it to an awaiting Kara who had a surprised expression. The former KGB giving off one of her deadly playful smirks.

"For you." with the mug cold as ice the spy clenched her fingers on the handle and Kara took it gracefully with both hands.

"Thank you, Natasha." The emotion behind the words were enough to let the human know what she said.

"You're Welcome." She took her still single bottle off the coffee table and almost grinned when Kara grabbed her mug by the handle and ushered it to Natasha, mocking the cheers gesture from earlier.

The clinks were heard and the women went back to drinking, Natasha finished hers in seconds but Kara had eyes the size of discs as she gulped through salty grains, foam and liquid. It was quite exquisite. Several drops of the brewed liquid escaped her lips and drizzled now her throat but the mess was wiped with a mere back of the hand.

When Natasha checked the time, she was internally surprised to see it was thirty passed two in the morning. Where did the time go? She only had several hours left before she had to return to S.H.I.E.L.D.

It was best to get some sleep, but what about Kara?

The girl still had the drive in her sleeve but it didn't seem like she would be leaving the redhead's side for quite some time from now on. Waiting for the girl to finish her drink Natasha casually stroked her hair and sat in a criss cross position.

Kara couldn't get enough of the rare fluids and completely emptied the crystal container with foam all over her lips. She grabbed her cape that was wrapped around her legs and used it to wipe her lips and chin. Rao above it felt so refreshing despite not having the contents in her incredibly small stomach. The inhabitant had caught the Kryptonian's attention when she grabbed a royal blue fabric from the end of the larger furniture and unfolded it resembling a cover. Natasha wrapped her form in the blanket and leaned to the side, spreading her body longways and resting her head onto one of the cushions. It appeared she had prepared herself to rest for the remaining evening.

"I need to sleep Kara, I don't know about you but I got some important things to do in the morning. You're coming with me ok? We need to set things straight." Kara could only stare as the human female buried herself in the position she was in and closed her eyes. The redhead soon began her breathing exercises pace by pace to steady her heart beat to drift off into the world of sleep and after what felt like forever, the only living Romanoff submitted to slumber.

This of course now left Kara to simply admire the human who was now sleeping. She wouldn't dare try to move because she did not know weather Natasha was a heavy sleeper or not. Instead the blonde girl tried to mimic the redhead's actions but figured out that she couldn't due to sitting in a furniture that was only fit for one person. The alien tried to adjust the best she could but it was no use. That was until she felt a hard icon next to one of the arm rests and accidently pressed it, thus startling the young beauty and fell backwards into the chair. The recliner now sprawled horizontally with the ceiling entering Kara's vision. After understanding what just happened and how the primitive contraption worked Kara instinctively brought her cape around her bare legs and used just enough to bring the fabric over her crest. Should she try to sleep, she wasn't exactly tiered, not after just waking up several hours ago on the other side of the planet.

But perhaps there was nothing wrong with just resting one's eyes, so she tried. Kara did her best to try and close her eyes to fall into a slumber. But nothing prevailed.

Rao on the other hand was watching beyond the cosmos and soothed her conscious into a soft melody, therefore helping her enter a dreamless sleep. Blocking out any worry the universe had to offer.

The door to the apartment was aggressively barged open with a tact team marching in. Kara and Natasha woke up from this sound and the redhead immediately side flipped off the couch, dug within the cushions to pull out and cock the .44 Magnum in her hands faster than Kara could comprehend after harshly waking up.

"Agent Romanoff hands where we can see them now!" came the order of the leader cladded in black armor with a concealed helmet. Natasha loosened the grip of her gun when she rubbed her eyes and realized there was a group of six S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives counting the leader aiming the automatic machine guns at her and the blonde who was slowly getting up from the recliner. Knowing that it was foolish to act on the offense Natasha dropped her gun and placed her hands behind her back.

Kara watched with a bit of horrorstruck as the uniformed men aimed at their bodies with the weapons. Why were they here? Had the authorities found her? Why were they being hostile with Natasha? Did they want to hurt Natasha?

"Agent Romanoff you are under arrest."

"On who's authority."

"You have the right to remain silent…."

"I said on who's authority!" the women growled through grit teeth. Her eyes focused on the logo on their shoulders and got the shock of a lifetime.

"Of S.H.I.E.L.D."

This couldn't be happening, it couldn't. Maria or anyone else with a higher clearance than the redhead wouldn't do such a thing. The spy's curiosity was getting the best of her. Why was this happening?

"Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

One of the tactical operatives pulled out a special set of handcuffs, the metallic pressurized ones used to make any attempt of break or escape impossible. He placed them on the women's wrist and Natasha could feel the squeeze of the handcuffs gripping her skin and bones.

"You have the right to an Attorney, if you can't afford one then one will be appointed to you."

"Take it up with Stark, I'm covered." This remark earned her a hit to the gut by the leader's gun hilt but the deadly women only whizzed from the impact. She fought through the pain and looked at the innocent looking women across the room.

"Kara do as they say, just do as they say…"

"Sir, it's her." One of the Kevlar dressed men interrupted while adjusting his rifle onto Kara. Many stopped to eye the caped girl and they all stiffened minus Natasha. The leader spoke next.

"So, you're the one who destroyed Satellite BETA." Kara only watched with hurt in her eyes from how they treated Natasha.

"We have direct orders to bring you in if you are seen on sight. Stay where you are and do not move." He turned his head towards his men. "If she tries anything use immediate methods of capture."

"Yes sir!" they all yelled.

The armored man proceeded with his mission and pulled out his own set of specialized handcuffs that looked more advanced and thicker than Natasha's, he harshly took Kara's dainty hands and locked them up, activating the intensity of the magnetism. He stepped back a few feet admiring his work minus the unfair look on the girl's face.

"Now get this place cleared and report back to….."

Everyone's gasped when a mere flick of the girl's wrists broke the cuffs with a loud clang. Natasha watched in awe. She learned that Kara was strong but holy shit. Even Steve would have a hard time getting out of those. Those cuffs were made of the enforced alloy Tony used for his armor. They all aimed their weapons again at the caped girl, even the ones that would have been Natasha's escorts.

"Your orders sir." One yelled.

"Stand down, I got this." they lowered their weapons

Being the true crooked operative that he was the unnamed man pulled out his taser stick and cocked it to bring out the projectile sting and dart.

"So, you think you can show off just like her and the rest of those circus freaks do you?" he asked Kara who gave a tilt of her head. "You think you're special just cuz you can do things that no others can't, all high up and above just like Stark and his precious Avengers tower."

Kara surprisingly didn't cower as the agent got closer.

"Well guess what baby cakes? You're in my town now." finishing his insult he jabbed the taser into the blonde's stomach only to hear the snapping of electricity but overall a very still leotard clad women with raised eyebrows.

Natasha's morning could only get intense as the girl's eye's glowed a menacing red and reached for the stick in her abdomen to bend the alloy at ninety degrees. The leader then slammed his fist into her face causing his Kevlar gauntlet to shatter on impact, earning a groan from him. Kara didn't once flinch, blinked but didn't once flinch.

Lucky for everyone her eyes reverted to normal but the luck didn't last long when Kara grabbed the man by his throat and launched him at his comrades. Natasha took this opportunity to knee an escort in his crotch damaging his testicles and swung her leg around to wrap it around another's neck and with a swift move of her calve and leg muscle, broke his neck. No remorse coming from the Black Widow at all.

Natasha ducked over the counter thanks to the distraction and hid behind it while bring her head around to observe what was going on.

Kara stood still as the rest got up while tailing their weapons on her again, this time strapping the silencers on their automatic rifles. The leader shrugged off the help he was trying to get while holding his swelling, broken knuckled hand.

"Alright boys, kill her."

Natasha witnessed an absolute miracle when the magazines of bullets were peppering Kara and the lethal led pieces made no form of harm on her body. The room was filled with the sound of gun silencers and clangs of metal hitting Kara. All while she stood still.

Natasha opened a cabinet next to her to bring out a .50 cal. Desert Eagle with a load clip. She cocked it through cuffed wrists and stood up once everyone in the tact team was out of ammo.

"My turn." The others didn't have time to look back and Natasha fired into the unguarded nape of every S.H.I.E.L.D. agent's neck. One by one they fell in a bloody mess.

The leader however, fell to the floor holding his nape while choking through blood from his mask. He somehow managed to still be alive after the shot…..but not for long.

Natasha walked over to him and slammed a foot into his chest.

"Who fucking sent you?" she grabbed his helmet and pulled it off revealing the scruffy face of a native man she never once met. The spy hit him right on the nose with the bud of her gun, breaking the muscle and spilling his crimson fluids like a pig in a slaughter house. He still wouldn't talk.

Kara walked next to Natasha, feeling no sympathy for this primitive what's so ever. How dare he breaks into the home of an innocent women and then asserts himself as an authority figure. Corruption did exist after all on this planet. And corruption was never tolerated by her standards.

Never.

The man smiled wickedly through blood and laughed followed by closing his mouth when the World's Deadliest Women submitted to rage.

"Don't wanna talk huh? Open your mouth." She twisted the barrel into his lips with her cuffed wrists. "I said open you fucking mouth!"

Kara encouraged Natasha's rage and with a dainty hand, grabbed his forehead and started to add pressure, soon enough he screamed giving Natasha the perfect time to shove her gun against his tonsils.

"If you're answer is S.H.I.E.L.D. I swear I'll blow your knee caps off then squeeze your neck till it breaks." She pulled the barrel out and he coughed before saying.

"You wouldn't." that was the last mistake Lance Corvin, undercover H.Y.D.R.A. agent said.

Natasha stood up from him and with precise aim, fired two rounds into his knee caps. Lance would have howled in agony if not for the small hand of the blonde women shutting his blood covered mouth, her eyes glowed red from rage.

"Burn in hell." The Black Widow leaped onto him and with callous fingers she dug them into Lance's neck, constricting his throat by the second and with a flick, the cracking sound echoed throughout the large apartment, he was dead.

Kara gritted her teeth. May Rao have mercy on his dark soul. Without further hesitation Kara grabbed the women's wrists and broke the cuffs off her skin, granting her freedom.

"Kara?" the girl looked up to see Natasha.

"It's not safe. Not anymore. We need to leave." Natasha grabbed Kara's hand and issued both towards the sink in the kitchen. The women turned on the capacity of water to harsh spray and they washed their digits of access blood with hot water.

"Kara, I don't know where you're from or how you were able to do that but it could be useful, shit has just hit the fan we are being hunted."

"Oh my god." Came the voice of an unknown through the broken door. Natasha rushed to the other side find Winn, a tall young college prep with spikey black hair who had been her neighbor for some time now. He was inside the apartment eyeing the massacre when Natasha tackled against a wall.

"What the hell Natasha?" he immediately got scared.

"You listen to me alright!?" she said automatically intimidating him despite her small size. "You're a good kid Winn, you have so much potential so here's what your gonna do."

The redhead opened a cabinet next to a lamp and gave him the yellow envelope inside.

"500,000, all Benjamins', you did not see anything. You will not talk about this and you will move out of this complex as soon as possible. Do I make myself clear?" the boy could only take the money being shoved into his chest and gave a shaky nod.

"I didn't see anything, godspeed Natasha." That being said he left the place, leaving Kara and the human alone again.

Natasha ran to her bedroom spending a good five minutes in their before turning on her plasma to the morning news.

"My God." On the screen, it showed the Trikskellion in all its glory from a helicopter view but what caught Natasha's eye was the quinjet stationed in the air above the ground entrance firing at a moving motor cycle.

"Steve." She whispered. What the fuck was going on? She had to find him. She had to bring Kara along and find him so they could discuss what on earth was S.H.I.E.L.D. doing. She had no doubt the super soldier would survive, he always did. And where exactly would he go when he escaped, the hospital. And where was the disk drive Steve was looking for? In Kara's sleeve.

Sipping up her hoodie and adjusting her sports shoes Natasha ran back into the kitchen to find Kara piling up the bodies of the dead operatives. The girl must have thought the same thing, guess there was no need for the gasoline when the blonde's eyes glowed red and two laser-like streams shot out, starting a fire with the agents serving as the holder.

"Perfect." Kara turned towards the redhead. "We are not coming back, let the place burn."

The blonde followed the human out towards the balcony widows that she had opened and bent her fingers, telling Kara to join her, and so she did.

"We can't take my car. They'll track us for sure. You need to fly us out of here." She pointed with her finger up. Kara followed her gaze and sure enough wrapped an arm around Natasha.

The Black Widow braced for the worst and they both shot into the air at a fast rate. Leaving a complex to burn and a mission by H.Y.D.R.A. to be labeled as a failure.

Natasha's hoodie blew back and grabbed on to the Kryptonian as the flew higher and higher.

"What is going on?"

A/N: Phew….hope you guys liked it. I know it wasn't what yall expected but don't worry, you can defiantly picture what phase comes next. Did like the little reference of Winn? Please let me know in the reviews. Pretty Pleeeeaassseeee!"