Obvious by the chapter title, this is going to be the fight...well chase...between Hulk and Widow and Barton fighting Natasha because I wanted to include them both in this.

Just a warning this does have references of rape, but nothing actually happens.

Previously

I landed face down on some grating with my leg trapped under a metal tube and saw beside me Bruce getting very agitated.

"Doctor." I said in an attempt to bring him back to reality.

"Bruce, you gotta fight it. This is just what Loki wants." He seemed to be trying to shake it off somehow, but it wasn't working.

"We're gonna be okay. Listen to me." Two agents came to ask if we were injured, I viciously wave them away and they saw the situation. They ran for their lives to go and report what had happened.

"We're gonna be okay. Right? I swear on my life I will get you out of this, you will walk away and never-"

"Your life?" he interrupted sounding like the Hulk.

And then he began to change. Shit.

He looked up at me with human eyes and I asked "Bruce?" wondering if he had any humanity left.

Turning back around and getting angrier, he grew in size and I couldn't get my leg out from underneath the pole.

Finally, I pulled my leg out from under the beam and gasped from the pain shooting up my leg.

I looked back at Hulk to see whether he was okay, but he just looked at me and started to growl.

He was going to kill me.

I ran up some stairs and jumped onto a banister, before he could tear the stairs down.

I kept running across grates before he could pull them down or throw them at me.

How the hell am I going to get out of this? I need to find Barton!

I crept around silently looking for where the Hulk was, not hearing any movement.

Suddenly, I looked around to see him screaming in my face. I took my gun and shot the vent above him releasing some kind of gas onto him.

I ran round a corner and started running through a glass corridor that I think was used to control some kind of radiation or something.

I ran through them trying to find a way out, but the Hulk caught up to me and I looked round.

I now began to full on sprint trying to get away from him whilst he was smashing the glass around me.

I put my arms around my face to try and prevent myself from being cut.

As I got to the end of the glass, now demolished, corridor, I got chucked to the side of the room by Hulk's arm.

I hit a wall and crumpled to the floor. I scrambled backwards away from him, getting nowhere.

He started to walk towards me and I knew I was going to be killed.

I looked up at him preparing to strike and then shut my eyes.

"I'm sorry Clint." I whispered.

Just then, I heard a massive crash.

Thor had tackled Hulk into another room and I looked at the whole that was left in the wall.

It was only when I pulled my knees up to my chest that I realised that I was shaking. I think I was having a panic attack. I wanted Clint back.

After 5 minutes, I tried to take deep breaths and slowly, but surely, my breathing returned to normal only with a few shaken breaths.

I put my right leg back down to give it a rest, because it was the one that was caught under the pipes.

Go and find Barton I told myself, but the rest of my body didn't seem to cooperate.

It wasn't until Fury's voice came through the comms that I decided to move.

"It's Barton. He took out our system. He's headed for the detention level. Does anybody copy?"

I need to go and find him. For the mission's sake.

"This is Agent Romanoff. I copy." Let's go.

I saw him walking along a huge corridor and followed him.

He ducked under a beam and I copied him. I silently ran to catch up with him before he took his bow and arrow attempting to shoot me.

He lined it up just right of my head and I kept it there as he shot.

Then the fight began.

I kept hold of his bow as he elbowed me in the face.

Then he took his bow and tried to hit me with it. I kicked him in the face and then slipped underneath the corridor floor.

Whilst he was distracted trying to look for me there, I came up the other side, kicked him in the chest and backed up when he tried to shoot me.

He lined up his arrow and took the shoot just before I swung round the side of a beam another platform. How did he miss?

He kept swinging his bow at me, attempting to hit me, but I got hold of the string with my forearms.

He pulled it back, but I kept a firm hold. He pushed the bow forward hitting me in the face and then pushed me against the railings.

I hit him in the face and wrapped his bow around my back.

He brought a knife out and charged towards me, I blocked his arm and swiped his legs out from under him causing him to drop the knife.

I kicked the knife away and it fell over the platform., but he grabbed my weak ankle and pulled me down.

I clenched my fists from the pain my back and ankle were causing. The bow hitting my back will definitely make a mark.

I tried to move, but before I could do anything he was straddling my waist and pushing my arms above my head with one hand.

I looked at him, he smirked just like Loki did and his eyes were replaced by a sharp blue.

He drew his face close to mine, so our noses were touching and started to slowly pull down the zipper of my catsuit. Slowly and intimately I recalled.

It was not going to happen like this I thought as I head butted him, he fell backwards and I rolled onto my feet.

As he did a backbend kick over to stand up, I zipped up my catsuit and thought did I just say it was not going to happen 'like this'.

Barton brought me back to the present as he advanced towards me.

He made a swing at me with his knife, but I blocked it, pushing him back.

He tried to stab me again, but I caught his arm and pulled it back as he shouted in agony.

Sorry Clint.

He threw his knife to his other hand and swiped it around. I ducked out of the way and grabbed his arm.

We struggled against each other both trying to gain control of the knife, but eventually he grabbed hold of my hair, pulled me backwards and aimed the knife at my neck.

I bit his arm, making his drop the knife and swung around his arm getting the momentum I needed to throw him against the railings.

He hit his head and I hoped that it had worked. He tried to grab hold of some wire on the railings, but failed and fell to the floor.

He looked up at me and said "Tasha."

He still had Tesseract blue eyes, so I had to punch him in the face and pretend he was Loki to get enough force. Sure I had punched Clint before, but I have never had enough power to knock him out. Okay maybe once.

I stood there and told a medical team to make it's way up to the floor.

I walked over, crouched beside him and stroked his head.

I cupped his face with my hand and whispered "I'm sorry".

I saw the medical team come over to check on Barton, I stood up, stared at them and they got the message not to tell anyone about me being so close to Barton.

I went over to rest on the railing and think about everything that had happened.

"Agent Coulson is down." Fury said over the comms.

"A medical team is on its way to your location."

"They're here. They called it."

I was frozen, staring forward. Coulson. He was like a father to me. Always there for me and Clint.

How am I going to tell him when he wakes up?

If he wakes up.

Oh my goodness. I cannot believe I am already onto chapter 9 already. I seriously need to focus on my mock exams...oh well :) I hope you enjoyed this! Will probably write chapter 9 tonight knowing me!