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Natasha had had a good life, even though it hadn't started out the best. She left the SRP to join an organisation with the intention to save lives. She had found a boy she loved, and also despite all the odds, her sister. But here and now, she found herself trapped with Clint. She had defeated many a warrior with shield, but now she was defeated. Natasha stumbled backwards, exhausted as the men crept closer and closer. Clint was by her side – the man she loved but never really told him so. She looked up at him with no fear in her eyes for fear didn't make things any better, and Clint looked at her. Then instantaneously, Clint rushed forwards and placed a kiss on her lips. It was a kiss that told a thousand words – desire, love and the hope of life they would never live together. Natasha kissed back. For one fleeting moment, all their problems they were in didn't seem to matter. Although they both wished the moment would last forever, it had to end. Drawing back, the turned hand in hand to meet their destiny.

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In the meantime, Natasha's sister was having the fight of her life. Every move she made, Garrick seemed to find some way of stopping. She made a blow to his knee only to find herself blown back to the ground again. It was relentless. Isabella briefly thought about her sister and wondered how they were faring, but she had to almost constantly think about fighting Garrick. The man who was too big for her and too strong, but the man who she had to fight. Her head felt faint as she struggled to her feet again and again, only to be knocked back down each time. She was almost at the end of her strength when she had an idea. The only way she could defeat this man is if he thought she was defeated. Maybe then, and it was a big maybe, would she be able to overcome him. Garrick threw her to her feet once more, but instead of getting up to her feet, she stopped. Wearily, she rested on the ground. It wasn't hard to pretend she was defeated, after all it wasn't that far of the truth.
"Is this it then? Are you all defeated? You have finally come to realise that there is no way out of this future. All the bases around the world have been preparing for this moment. Waiting for you to destroy them one by one. Didn't you think it was too easy that you happened to come across a map of bases." He paused slightly in his 'victory' speech. "You are all fools. This was what had always been planned from the beginning. And now, to mark my victory, you will die my hand."

He lurched forward at the same time that Isabella kicked her feet out. Caught off balance, Garrick stumbled and crumbled down to the ground. In the same moment, Isabella jumped to her feet and stepped over him. She placed her foot down hard on his chest to stop Garrick moving.
"I'll die, will I?" Isabella retorted back, hardly believing what she had just done. She had stopped him. There was a tense few moments as Garrick struggled around on the floor desperately, trying to gain the upper hand, but Isabella just picked up a gun that was conveniently placed on a nearby table, and pointed it at him. He paused suddenly.
"You going to kill me Isabella." Garrick said as though he were wishing Isabella do so.
"No." Isabella said quietly as she thought things through. This man was a killer who wanted to take over the world, but he wasn't going to die today. Not by her hand anyway.
"No." she repeated again, a lot more confidently this time, "that would make me as bad as you are." Then she looked up and spotted the man and the women she had seen talking before.
"Your leader is defeated. The avengers have won, so I suggest you do as I say." She threatened them. "You have a communications device. Let me speak to your people."

The rest of the avengers were still on the ground fighting for news hadn't got to them yet. All of them were tired and were making mistakes, including Natasha and Clint who had now found themselves surrounded and trapped with no hope for escape. A gun was pointed at them, but before the men behind them could take their shot, they heard a burst of static through the enemies' comm units.
"Hello, hello, is this thing working?" a voice called out that was very familiar to them – it was Isabella. Clint and Natasha spared a glance to each other. They felt a burst of hope. "Right then, umm…" Isabella continued, "Your leader is defeated. I am in charge now. Stand down. Shield is in control." Isabella ordered in a firm voice. The enemies all stopped and looked at each other as though they were deciding what to do. Then, recognising defeat, they stopped and laid down their weapons. It felt to Natasha and Clint as though they were in something from a movie. The men stopping fighting seemed too good to be real.
"Remember this. I defeated your enemy, and if you retaliate, the avengers will get you." Isabella threated finally. With this, the army of men turned away back to where they came from. It was all over. Shakily, Natasha, Clint and the other avengers got to their feet and came together in a group.
"She did it." Clint whispered,
"That's my sister." Natasha proclaimed proudly.
"And that's my girl." Steve thought to himself at the same time. Then Thor began to laugh loudly in glee and perhaps disbelief as it was all over. Tony followed and soon enough they were all laughing despite all the pain they had just been in. Even Bruce transformed back into his mind and joined in. There was nothing that could happen now that would stop their happiness. Nothing… until…

Isabella breathed deeply as she rested from her battle. Garrick was now being restrained by the two people on the ship that had once served him; there was no escape for him now. All of a sudden, a loud ticking noise interrupted her thoughts.
"I'm not quite defeated just yet." Garrick sneered. It was the bomb. In all the panic on that final battle she had completely forgotten about it. Racing over to it, she saw the traditional countdown clock shown on the outside. In bold letters, 1 minute showed all too clearly. Isabella felt like panicking. She would defeat Garrick and the entire organisation only to have the world destroyed by this piece of machinery. Trying to clear her mind, Isabella tried her comms unit again, fearful that she would once more receive just static. Luck appeared to be in her favour however, for the system was working again.
"Guys. I need a little help here." She said in a small voice. "There's a bomb that needs to be defused Stark."
"How long?" she had never been so glad to hear Tony's voice in all her life.
"Err. 50 seconds." She said. In the background she could hear Tony swear loudly.
"Are there wires?" he asked at a million miles an hour. "Look for the red wire and cut it." Tony ordered.
"There's nothing but wires." Isabella shouted, eventually losing her calm.
"The red wire. Cut the red wire." Tony repeated before static took over once more. The system was down again. Tony had given clear instructions, but Isabella couldn't find any red wires. She searched her hand around in the bundle, trying hopelessly to find the right one. But the timer kept coming… 40 seconds… 30 seconds… 20. Then she saw it, right down in the bottom. 10 seconds. She quickly demanded for the person restraining Garrick's knife and reached down to the bottom. 3 seconds. 2 seconds, 1 seconds. She cut the wire. The timer flashed slightly on the screen before it flickered and died. The device was destroyed and the SPM were finished.

I'm almost at the end now! I hope you enjoy this chapter just as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks to my reviewers, Demigod-GallagherGirl and Okumura Ichigo.