So in case more of you are confused yes Natasha is in an alternate universe. Sorry this chap's short I couldn't think of what else to put in

Chapter 2 – Introductions

'Clint' and 'Rosie' were in the front of the jet talking in hushed voices. Natasha watched them from the back listening into the conversation intently. What she heard though confused her more than she already was, if that was even possible.

"She's a class B," 'Clint' whispered whilst flying the jet.

"You really think she's a class B? Class C surely but not class B," 'Rosie' asked shocked. 'Rosie' turned round in her seat to check on Natasha. She glared at her and Natasha retured the glare. 'Rosie' sat looking at her for a minute before turning back round to 'Clint' to listen to him rambling on.

"Yep, she defiantly is. B's usually the highest you get, I've only ever met two class A's one's way up north and the other's sitting right next to me." 'Rosie' scoffed at this idea before turning to him.

"I'm not a class A, I'm not even a class I'm a-" 'Rosie' started to protest but 'Clint' cut her off.

"Look Adder, what you've been through, what they've done to you makes you a class A, you can be both." 'Rosie' didn't reply. She just growled at him and crossed her arms. Natasha had been listening to the conversation intently. Classes? What the hell were they on about? Who was the other class A? She'd only been in this dimension just over twelve hours and already there were too many questions for her liking and she wasn't too happy about being put into a class either. Natasha had had enough of sitting in the back pretending like she wasn't there so she undid the seatbelt, walked over to the pilot seats and leant between them. 'Clint' at her out the corner of his eye but said nothing and went back to flying.

"So who are you guys, really and don't give me code names again," Natasha cut in. 'Rosie' turned round in her seat and glared at her.

"You've got our code names, that's enough." 'Rosie' hissed. Natasha glared back at her. Did this girl really think she could intimidate her? Her, Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow? But then again she doesn't know who she is, not yet anyway or do they? Is that why 'Rosie' constantly glares at her? Is there even a version of her in this dimension? If there is she's defiantly not with 'Clint' or with S.H.I.E.L.D. if that exists…

"No it's not," Natasha fired back. She didn't know how long she was going to be here and if she was going to be put into "class B" then she wanted more information, a hell of a lot more. Thankfully 'Clint' answered her.

"I'm Clinton Barton aka Hawkeye," Clinton winked at her before going back to flying. Natasha's heart fluttered. Great even this dimension's Clint had a hold over her. God she hated being weak. Wait, did he say Clinton? Clint hates being called Clinton!

"Barton…" 'Rosie' growled glaring at him. Let's put it this way, if looks could kill Clinton would be dead a hundred times over.

"What? She's going to find out sooner or later we'll be–"

"I'm Rose Stalingrad aka Death Adder," Rose sighed.

"Natasha Romanoff." Natasha smirked. So maybe this was going to be a bit harder then she'd already thought it would be, but she could deal with it, right? She's the Black Widow, best spy there is of course she can deal with it.

"Good for you. Get hidden we're here," Rose hissed as a building came into view. Natasha hesitated for a minute and studied the building, it looked familiar but she couldn't quiet place it before going off to hide.

"Welcome back you two," Natasha heard someone say as the door opened. She kept her back against the crate and kept the gun next to her face. That voice it sounds familiar but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Too busy trying to give the voice a face she nearly missed Rose speaking.

"Coulson com off," Rose intrusted as she got up, "Get Hill we need an emergency extraction." Coulson, how didn't she get that the first time? So he was alive here too, he hasn't been killed by Loki or he has and he's been 'brought back to life'.

"Another one?" Coulson sighed. He ran a hand through his hair before loosening his tie. Why did those two always come back wanting an emergency extraction?

"Blame Barton, get her to our apartment. We'll distract Osborn and the others," Rose ordered grabbing a rucksack right next to Natasha's face before walking off the jet with Clinton at her heels. Man that girl had him on a lead. Just like Natasha did Clint.

Coulson groaned as he watched his two Agents walk out the jet and towards the base. To be perfectly honest he didn't want to know what the distraction they were going to create was and he wasn't too sure he wanted to know… Their distractions were always interesting, sometimes (most of the time now he comes to think of it) lethal. He knew for a fact though it was going to be big, it always is with those two everything they do is always over the top. Causing riots and havoc wherever they go.

"Those two will be the death of me…" Coulson muttered.

"All hands to the hanger levels, fire sweeping through," a voice blared over the speakers. That was his distraction, time to get moving.

"Right whoever you are you need to get the hell out of here now," Coulson spoke to the apparently empty jet. Natasha slowly got out of her hiding place and walked towards him.

"Good now let's get going because you're obviously enough for an emergency extraction," Coulson chucked a hoodie at her. Natasha caught it with ease before quickly following him out the jet and through the panic on the flight deck unnoticed. Natasha looked out from under the hood of the hoodie at the building. As soon as she saw it this time she knew where she was, the S.H.I.E.L.D. New York base. Above the door they had just passed was the same logo she saw on Rose's catsuit with Oscorp written around it. So maybe they weren't in the S.H.I.E.L.D. New York base after all…