Hey all!

Thanks for all the guesses on my age - seven so far! Only three more guesses to go before I reveal the BIG NUMBER ITSELF! (Hint: Older than 10 but younger than 20. That should narrow the guesses down, right?)

So, on with the story. This one'll be longer than the last! R'n'R!

Natasha sensed a movement in her peripheral vision; but as she spun around Loki lunged at her chest, sceptre extended. A piercing scream made Clint, in his bed, look up. Struggling out of bed, he leapt up to help her. Grabbing his bow and arrow, he saw Loki laughing as Natasha, now with glowing blue eyes, ran to start attacking Phil Coulson.

"Yes! Someone's been compromised!" Fury eventually yelled an answer to Phil, who replied,

"I can see that! Put a blow to their heads!" The agents acted fast; but given the inhuman strength Thor had, and the assassin training from Natasha, gave them a difficult struggle. They couldn't kill these people. An arrow suddenly flew through the air, and pierced Thor's neck. The pulsing blue vein there turned a bright purple, and Thor crumpled to the ground amidst the other fighting.

"Hit his head, Natasha!" Clint hadn't realised that Natasha was under Loki's control, and Loki, realising this, silently commanded Natasha to run over to Clint. Natasha did as he asked, still under the trance.

"Ok, right, Clint told me to do this. I'll hit his head. But he didn't specify which male, so I'll assume Clint was talking about himself." Natasha spoke softly, and Clint, noticing her eyes, staggered back.

"Natasha! Please-" Clint couldn't finish, but before Natasha could do anything Steve Rogers rugby tackled her to the ground, before giving her a ferocious blow to her temple. Clint objected.

"Hey, hey, man! Not so hard!" Clint dragged Steve off of Natasha's limp form, before picking her up and putting her on the bed he was on before. For a moment he stood to catch his breath, before going back to join the battle.

An hour later, the battle was still raging, but Nick Fury's side was winning. With Natasha now conscious, they eventually got a heavy hit to Thor's head. They all turned around, to see that Loki had slunk away long ago. Cursing, they cleared up the mess and returned to the jobs that needed doing.

A few weeks later, the avengers had transferred to an airship. In his laboratory, Tony was tinkering with a small, metal object on his workbench. He got a match, and held it cautiously against the strangely-shaped item. A huge explosion ripped through the airship, and an alarm screamed as Jarvis spoke,

"Red alert, sir. Get on deck for emergency evacuation. All four engines have malfunctioned due to your lack of-" Tony looked up at this, and interrupted the computer-man.

"Thanks, Jarvis, but I'd just like to get on deck." Tony grabbed his important equipment and jumped up the stairs two at a time, then swore as he tripped. Grabbing his Iron Man suitcase, he jumped onto deck, into the ships with the others.

OMG too short again!

Sorry!

I do need to sleep though. I'm not a vampyre... or am I?

Mwahahahahahaha!

Just joking.

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