Natasha (***$)
A/N: Hey! Thank you guys for your comments and guess on how to next chapters will unfold! This is my very first fanfiction and I am super happy to finally have a good enough story idea to put this up for the world to see. Writing is so much fun, and after this one, I have other ideas for more fanfics! So please keep on reviewing! I will accept any criticism good or bad and enjoy!
Natasha was curled up in one of the unspecified Avengers living room lounge chairs. She sat with her legs close up to her chest, dressed in civilian clothes with one of her favorite Russian books in hand. The room was big and roomy with plenty of windows to survey the New York skyline during the day. Today was rather nice to, so Natasha was able to read her book with natural light while maintaining an excellent vantage point of the room in her comfy seat.
The space was big enough for every one of the Avengers to enjoy it comfortably. Along with her chair, there was a smooth long red leather sofa accompanied with many other love seats in what could be considered as the living room all facing the ridiculously huge plasma screen TV. The dining table was at the far left right behind the sofa and surrounded by eight chairs for each Avenger including Pepper and Jane- whenever she came. On the left side of the room separated by a tasteful granite island surrounded by bar stools lay the kitchen in which the group would assemble- or, more often than most, Steve would assemble- to make their meals. Along with a bar adjacent to the kitchen, a few painting and drawings done by none other than Cap himself, and a few other simple touches, this room alone had the potential to become the Widow's home, not that she would tell Stark she said that.
This morning was quiet, and considering her roommates…Natasha was almost worried. Avengers Tower was rarely if ever quiet. So just to be safe she had asked-well, more like threatened, because the AI was too darn smart for its own good- Jarvis, before settling down, where everyone was.
Steve was on his floor sitting on the balcony drawing. Tony and Bruce were in the lab doing God knows what. Thor was in Asgard. Pepper had a few errands to run and a business meeting. And Clint was sitting on the floor beside her hip propped up against the couch doing a weapons check. Natasha didn't mind his company as long as he wasn't really poky. As a matter of fact, he hadn't left her side since she came back from her last SHIELD mission. But she had a feeling as to why the SHIELD spy, and trusted companion, was following her around like an eager puppy.
Natasha had come back from the mission with the usual cuts, scrapes, and bruises, but it was the fact that she had to have Bruce align and bandage her broken nose that made Clint go all guard dog on her. The corners of her lips came up a bit in the shadow of a smile as she remembered that mission and the poor stupid men who suffered more than a broken nose at the hands of Black Widow.
~FLASHBACK~
I am surrounded by idiots. Natasha thought, as she watched to dark skinned Angolan men rush back and forth from where she sat tied up in a metal chair in the center of the room. The men were yelling and shouting commands to each other in Portuguese while carrying all kinds of illegible weapons and boxes so full of blood diamonds that she was pretty sure could buy up Tony's entire industry with them.
She understood what was going on around her of course. Portuguese being one of the many languages that she could speak fluently thanks to the Red Room, but it was rather amusing that these men thought of her simply as a pretty, red haired, and ignorant American tourist who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. But unbeknownst to them, this "stupid red head" was a SHIELD spy who was sent to confirm suspicions of illegal weapons and diamond distribution through the Black Market in Angola, Africa, and considering how her plan was working so far, the evidence was running all over the place.
Natasha chuckled to herself earning several curious glances from the arms dealers, this is why she considered herself independent of men. She could have easily gotten out of the restraints hours ago, but where was the fun in that? I mean honestly, who wouldn't want to be in a hot metal bunker in the middle of a desert in the dry season of one of the hottest continents in the world! She does! But when one really thought about it, SHIELD was the one who found the places and gave the orders. So, it wasn't really her choice. Come to think of it, Natasha sat there in the uncomfortable chair and thought about what she was going to do once she got into the air conditioned jet after going over a few things in her head.
She already had the evidence all around her, the exists mapped out, a head count of all the sweaty men bustling about, she had discreetly turned on the tracking beacon attached to her thigh in the skin tight skinny jeans she was wearing, and, just for the fun of it, came up with some interesting ways of disposing of her captors when the opportunity was right. All she had to do now was see who was in charge, and that question was just about to be answered as a group of five black men approached her chair.
The one in the front smiled wickedly at her. Natasha tried to fane innocence to cover the growing satisfaction that these men had no clue who they were dealing with as they fanned out around her seat.
The man who was obviously the leader stood in a position of power with his shoulders squared hands on hips and feet shoulder width apart. His teeth were amazingly white against his dark skin and bald head, while black eyes took her in hungrily. He looked over to the other men, who she assumed where his minions, and commented on her body in Portuguese. The other men in turned eyed her and laughed as Natasha started to squirm a bit in the chair.
"Ah, is the ginger worried now?" His accent was thick as it left his big lips.
Natasha just glared at him. "No,' she replied smugly,' I am more worried that spit will fly out of your mouth any moment from your constant drooling, than anything else. I already took a shower today."
The man's expression turned from hunger to rage as her lashed out at Natasha, his ringed hand connected with her cheek with a loud smack. Her head was jerked to the side due to the impact, but Natasha sat up again tongue massaging the new hole inside her cheek as her cold blue eyes glared.
"Why do men always go for the face whenever they hold woman hostage? It's always face and hair. I never understood that," Natasha replied, then turned to the guard on her right and spit a stream of blood and mucous on his shoes. The man reflexively drew back shaking off his shoe and made a move to approach her, but the leader put his hand to halt his progress.
He turned around to snatch a chair from right underneath one of the men working with the blood diamonds and placed it in front of Natasha straddling it; as the man from whom the chair was stolen got off the ground and continued working rubbing his sore glutes and glaring at the back of his bosses head. He sat there observing her, and she him as the world around them continued.
As he was watched her, Natasha was trying to figure out which one of the twins he was from the files that SHIELD gave her before the operation. They had beliefs that it was either one or both of the brothers that was working on this raid. She mentally went over the files for the now named Enano and Helder Angola. When she had first received their information, Natasha had almost laughed at the irony of their last name.
They were identical twins, but she was good at finding subtle differences between people, due to her assassin training. After all, the last thing you want to do on a mission is kill the wrong family member in a weapon specialist weapon and diamond raid. Natasha was good yes, but still, one rightly placed bullet could be the end for her.
Both brothers obviously looked similar, but no two things are alike perfectly. These twins had different eye shapes, that she could see right off the bat when viewing the files. Enano had wider almond shaped eyes, while Helder had thinner ones. But there was one way to completely confirm which twin she was dealing with.
Helder has a black tribal tattoo on his ribs on the left side, while Enano's body lacked any marking besides a dark birthmark on his right knee.
Natasha averted her eyes and glanced at the floor. Appearing to be toeing some sand in front of her chair while looking at his right knee from the upper corner of her eyes. She thanked whoever was watching from above that he was wearing shorts, because sure enough, right smack in the groove of his right knee was a dark black birthmark. She was dealing with Enano.
Now her brain remained strictly on this man. He had a lengthy track record from armed robbery, to assaults, rape, and murder, but so did every bad guy. The only difference was that Enano here, liked to play and torture his hostages, while his brother just flat out shot them. Now, this was going to be interesting…
Enano's accented voice brought Natasha out of her strategic thoughts. "Red head, how did you manage to come to my bunker? Get lost?" He smiled evilly. Natasha schooled her face in cold unconcern.
"I was coming out of the museum to go to the restroom when I saw some of your little lap dogs throwing duffels and carrying heavily artillery. As I was trying to turn around one of them grabbed me and shoved me into the back of your sweat smelling van, put a bag over my head, tied my hands, and then dropped me off here." Natasha ended while looking around the room and scrunching her nose with distaste.
Enano chuckled and placed his hands on the top of the chairs back before resting his chin on it. "How do I know that you are not a spy? Everyone here in Angola is armed with weapons such as these." He waved one of his hands out, gesturing towards the room. She answered back, not skipping a beat.
"Men with as many guns as you had outside an art museum throwing jingling boxes back and forth into the back of a windowless SUV is really suspicious to just about anyone." Enano's faced morphed into pure surprise in three seconds flat as he looked up toward the other men surrounding them.
"You did what?!" Natasha smirked, that big burly men around then seemed to shrink back under their command's voice much like the agents at SHIELD do to Fury or an angry Agent Hill. His exclamation was enough to make some of the worker piss themselves.
She loved her job.
Enano brought up a hand and rubbed it down his face, messing up his eyebrows in an act of utter frustration and stood form his chair. "You were supposed to smuggle them here without anyone seeing. You fools already screwed up there! You brought a hostage. Who, judging by her appearance will be noticed when missing! And now she knows where one of our bases is! This was supposed to be a clean job! Get the diamonds, bring them here, and then put them on the black market! How the HECK COULD YOU SCREW UP SOMETHING THIS SIMPLE!" That was the clean version.
Natasha looked around at each of the men and smirked at each and every one of their faces, all in a state of shame, embarrassment, and fear. Also, just to put the cherry on top, Enano had not only said, but shouted his whole plan to the world of SHIELD undercover microphones.
Today was a good day.
Before one of the men could respond, a scrawny looking kid came running into the room. All work had stopped by then due to Enano's yelling. The boy stood there for a moment panting heavily but still being able to relay the message, horror reflected in his dark eyes.
"There are American officers approaching!" The boy yelped as his shirt collar was yanked closer to the angry weapons specialist.
WHAT?!"
"American soldiers are coming! And they have helicopters and everything." Enano threw the boy to the ground and started shouting orders to the now scrambling men in the room. Things were haphazardly thrown into wooden craters, people running with stacks of paper in their arms toward metal barrels that where now set ablaze, men who fell where being trampled. The whole nine yards, as they were trying to do a cleanup job.
Natasha could now hear the thwop thwop of helicopter blades above the shed as sand poured down on her head. The men who were previously around her scattered to do other assigned tasks. Leaving Enano and her in the middle of the room. He turned to her with cold eyes,"You work for the Americans?!"
Natasha shrugged, "The one and only SHIELD."
Enano paled and drew out his concealed .45 hand gun. Natasha let the ropes fall off her hands and tackled the man. Silently thankful that the guards so her as weak enough to only tie her wrists and ankles together. The two fell to the ground and Tasha heard more than felt his head connect with the concrete floor as the gun went off. That started a chorus of other weapons as the men inside the building opened fire on the SHIELD agents outside. Natasha rolled off the now unconscious man and hurriedly untied her ankles, eyes never leaving her surroundings. She let the ropes fall where they lay and tried to grab Enano's fallen fire arm, when someone grabbed her from behind.
Natasha instinctively threw her head back and smacked the back of her skull against the face of her captor. He loosened his grip enough for her to turn and punch him in the throat, then make another lounge for the gun. She grabbed it and fired two shots into the men as he tried to grab her again.
Many more came at her now, but Natasha was prepared. A group of about eight full grown men surrounded her. Two decided to make the first move. The one in front tried to fire his weapon, but Nat grabbed his gun hand and twisted it behind his back and over her shoulder to fire it at the man behind her. Then she knocked it out of his hand and kicked his butt with enough momentum to make him eat floor. Someone else came at her with a knife only to have his wrist broken, ear drums burst, and kicked in the groin. By now three of them chickened out and ran for cover against enemy fire. Natasha used one of the two as a human shield against a knife and a few stray bullets, until she turned and found a fist hurtling toward her face.
Natasha's head was jerked back by the sear force of the blow as something warm gushed from her nose and into her mouth. She stumbled a bit, but regained her balance as more knuckles approached her. She was able to block most of them successfully until she was able to punch the man in the throat thoroughly cutting off his air supply. Nat roundhouse kicked him in the head and he went down. By now SHIELD officers were storming in and taking things as evidence. Natasha was breathing heavy through her mouth, but more from the broken nose than the actual fighting.
As she surveyed the damage, Coulson came through the front and handed her a wet rag and a bottle of water. Natasha took them with a grateful look and gingerly wiped at her nose. She grimaced at the amount of blood before proceeding to clean her mouth. Placing the water to her lips, she almost groaned in pleasure as the cold liquid slid down her throat. She put the now empty bottle in Coulson's waiting hands and wadded up the cloth to hold underneath her now flowing nose.
"Vhat took you so lwong?" Natasha asked, and silently cursed at how nasally her voice sounded. She wasn't going to hear the end of it once she got back.
Coulson smirked at her predicament. "We were waiting for his admission-'he stopped midsentence as a pair of paramedics proceeded to lifting Enano onto the stretcher.' He's not death is he?"
Natasha turned around and watched what was happening. She shrugged, "I bidn't hit 'im dat hard." Natasha glared.
Coulson softly chuckled and motioned for her to follow him back a waiting helicopter.
~END OF FLASHBACK~
After she got back, she removed the SHIELD given ice pack from her nose and allowed Bruce to reset it for her. Natasha didn't talk to anyone but Clint since her return and she was perfectly content to keep it that way. Judging by the looks on everyone else's face, they liked that idea as well.
After all, it was kind of hard to believe that Natasha could even break her nose. Let alone what her voice would sound like. So for the most part Tony left her alone.
However, Natasha did have a childish too. And just because he wasn't messing with her now doesn't mean he won't do it later. She looked up from her book and at the ceiling to the waiting AI. Clint snickered at what he knew was coming and put his rifle in his lap watching Natasha like an evil five year old.
"Hey, Jarvis?"
"Yes, Ms. Romanova?"
Natasha smiled wickedly despite the way her nose protested. "Ste is still in 'is room bight?"
Jarvis caught on to what she was going to do and probably would have sighed. Both spies looked at each other. Jarvis was cool and all, but you think about it, he did have the potential to make you nervous.
"Yes, Ms. Romanova. Sir is still in the lab and Captain Rogers is currently in the shower. Would you like me to open the communication system throughout the tower?"
Just then Pepper walked in with a few colorful bags in hand and proceeded to put them on the counter, but halted at the sight of the two smiling superspies. She brought one hand up and touched her ear piece eyes never leaving them, "I'll call you back, Chris."
"What did Tony do?" Pepper asked in an exasperated voice.
Clint's shoulders were now shaking in silent laughter. "It's more like what he didn't do…."
Natasha kept her eyes on the ceiling, smirk never wavering. "Yes, pwease."
She sent Pepper a look of apology before yelling as loud as she could into the room.
"STE!"
A/N: I know it's short, please don't kill me! But next is Steve and Tony. *Smiles Evilly*
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