Thanks to all of you for your advice; I'll reply to all your lovely reviews here:

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Now to get on with writing (and it'll be longer this time)!

Stark stared at the bleeping machine and near-hysterical doctors, then backed away slowly. Exiting the room, leaving the doctors to deal with Clint, he went to find Natasha. He walked into a room labelled 'Natalia Alianovna Romanova's Recovery Room'. He smirked, and walked in. Big mistake. Despite a broken leg, Natasha managed to leap out of her bed into a fighting stance, palm flying towards Tony's nose, ready to smash it upwards into his skull in a fatal blow. Stopping, she looked confused, then grabbed his collar and yanked backwards while pivoting his waist with her other hand. He landed on the floor on his his back with thump. She stared at him coldly, while he let out a shaky breath and groaned; winded.

"Natasha... why?" Tony squeaked.

"You annoy me." Came the cool reply.

"I... annoy you? I'm a playboy, apparently. Of course I annoy you! Apparently, I'm self-obsessed, volatile, and I don't play well with others, so-"

"True. But still, very irritating when I'm thinking." Natasha cut him off.

"I... well, sorry." Tony smirked, not sounding sorry at all, but a second later, Natasha had her elbow at his throat, her other hand gripping his chest. Wincing in pain, but using pride and gloating to hide it, Tony managed to gasp,

"You wouldn't kill me."

Natasha gave him a steely look that made a chill run down his spine.

"Who says so?" Natasha spoke.

"Uh..."

"I work for S.H.I.E.L.D., I am a trained assassin. Given the order, I would kill you."

Seeing her head jerk slightly at the shouts of, 'Emergency in Barton's room!' and, 'Cardiac arrest! Help!', Tony smirked again, pain and fear practically leaking from his features as he saw her expression.

"In love, are we, Tasha? The famous Black Widow-" Her head snapped back into focus and she slapped him hard across the cheek, then picked him up and threw him out of the room. He couldn't help but notice that she hadn't denied his statement.

"We were flying over the ocean. A rumble had sounded ominously from the sky. Agent Barton had looked worriedly out of the window, expecting a storm. He looked at me, the Avengers assemble leader Nick Fury, and I was also looking out at the sky. It was dark; the sky lit only by glowing forks of lightning shooting through the grey clouds.

"Sir... we should turn back. We can't land in the ocean, and we're only just halfway to-" Agent Barton stopped speaking as a loud noise caught his attention. The roof of the helicarrier was torn off - and whatever was silhouetted against the sky was tearing it apart. It jumped into the airship, and grabbed me. It flung me against the wall, where I lay as it grabbed the metal sheet it had torn off the ship. Tearing it into confetti sized pieces, it grabbed Agent Barton and used it's claws to tear his abdomen. It then shoved all the metal inside his ribcage. Then it grabbed Agent Romanoff, and snapped her leg like a child would snap a twig. Before it could do anything else, though, Agent Rogers grabbed it's neck, that was as thick as his calf, but still was determined to strangle it. It grabbed him and crushed his ribs in one, massive hand. Then it grabbed me and threw me into the sky, through the hole in the roof. I landed in the ocean.

"That was when I blacked out, and the other agents must have still been in the airship when it crashed. That is all I remember, Coulson."

Phillip Coulson sighed, and steepled his fingers.

"Was anyone compromised?" Coulson asked wearily, with the air of a man who's patience had run out, tolerance levels down to zero when evil creatures were concerned. Nick Fury shook his head, sighing. Suddenly, a huge rumble echoed in the ship, then a roaring, bellowing shout. Nick Fury looked alarmed.

"Coulson! Arrange forces! The Hulk has been released!"

Another cliffhanger. I just really didn't think of anything else to do... any suggestions for why the Hulk is free, and how/why Banner was outraged (the change wasn't voluntary)? Short again, I know, but I need to do other stuff... like, not to do with a computer screen. If I had nothing else to do, I would download and type, like, ten chapters per day. But I can't do that seeing as I already have a busy schedule. And one last thing... try to guess how old I am! Leave your guess in a review. Ten guesses and I'll tell you all my actual age... maybe! R'n'R! Chapter 4 coming soon! Also, more ideas for Loki, further chapter story lines, etc, are very welcome!

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