I do not own Marvel, The Avengers or any of its characters. I only own my original character Arabella and anything else that seems out of place.

So here is the next installment in the Fallen Angel series. I really hope you enjoy it. I want to say thank you in advance to anyone who chooses to favorite, follow and review this story.

Russia, Solenski Plaza, 3rd floor. The same night, on the outskirts, near a railroad, inside a construction building. Gerogi Luchkov, a large, Russian General and his two thugs are standing before a red headed woman, barefoot, in a black dress, tied to a chair.

Natasha Romanoff, a slewing, foxy, unbelievably sexy spy.

The taller of the two thugs backhands Natasha's face. She feels the pain, but does not breakdown, simply rolling her head back and then around gazing at the men. Luchkov, smiling, walks up to her, he speaks in Russian.

"This is not how I wanted the evening to go."

Natasha replies in Russian, "I know how you wanted this evening to go. Believe me, this is better."

"Who are you working for? Lermentov, yes?"

The tall thug rocks her chair back, balancing her off the edge of an open floor. Natasha looks slightly afraid now. But only slightly.

"Does he think we have to go through him to move our cargo?"

"I thought General Solohob is in charge of the export business."

"Solohob, a bag man, a front. Your outdated information betrays you. The famous Black Widow, and she turns out to be simply another pretty face."

Natasha smirks, "You really think I'm pretty?"

The tall thug squeezes her mouth opening it, Luchkov slowly walks over to a table filled with tools. "Tell Lermentov, we do not need him to move the tanks. Tell him he is out. Well…" He picks up a pair of pliers, turning back to her, he speaks in English, "…You may have to write it down."

Suddenly, the other thug's cell phone rings, confused, he answers it. "Ya?" He looks at Luchkov, "It's for her."

Luchkov takes the phone, he's pissed. "You listen carefully…"

Agent Coulson is on the other end, "You're at 1-14 Silensky Plaza, 3rd floor. We have an F-22 exactly 8 miles out. Put the woman on the phone, or I will blow up the block before you can make the lobby."

Luchkov looks stunned as he walks over, placing the phone against Natasha's ear and backing away.

"We need you to come in." Agent Coulson tells her.

Natasha is flabbergasted, "Are you kidding? I'm working!"

"This takes precedence."

"I'm in the middle of an interrogation. This moron is giving me everything."

Luchkov gives him men a look, "I don't give everything." Natasha gives him a look. "Look, you can't pull me out of this right now."

"Natasha… Barton's been compromised."

A beat sounds, something flickers across Natasha's face. "Let me put you on hold."

She nods to Luchkov, who takes the phone from her. Natasha hits him in the leg and head butts him. Like a spider she stands up elegantly and starts attacking the tall thug by kickboxing him in the face. Still tied, she rolls over the smaller thug after she trips him. She then stomps on the tall thug's foot with the peg of the chair, then knocks him out with her head.

During all of this, Coulson is still waiting on the phone, he hears the fighting going on.

She then flips over and falls down hard on the smaller thug, breaking the chair. She sees the tall thug stand up. Giving her momentum, she runs at him drop kicking him. She falls to her back and then flips back up and wraps her legs around his neck and knocks him out cold.

She grabs Luchkov, wraps his leg around with a hanging chain and drops him down the open floor, dangling. She picks up the phone and her heels, sauntering towards the door.

"Where's Barton now?"

"We don't know."

"But he's alive?"

"We think so. I'll brief you on everything when you get back. But first, we need you to talk to the big guy."

Natasha smirks as she speaks. "Coulson, you know that Stark trusts me about as far as he can throw me."

"Oh, I've got Stark. You get the big guy."

Natasha stops, her breath catching, "Bozhe moi."

In an Indian slum, night, a little girl runs through the crowd, trying to force a way through. She runs up a flight of stairs into a room, only to be stopped by an attending woman. Then, the little girl notices him. Bruce Banner, their local Doctor. Their speaking in another language.

"Who are you?! Get out! There is sickness here!"

"You're a Doctor! My father's not waking up! He has a fever and he's moaning but his eyes won't open."

"Slow down."

"My father…"

Banner kneels down, he sees the little girl staring at the people, lying down, looking very sick. "Like them?"

The little girl holds all the money she has in the world, "Please."

Banner follows the little girl hastily, nearly to the edge of town. The little girl gets ahead of herself, Banner spots a local government car, he turns around holding the girl, blocking any view of his face. After it passes, he quickly follows her inside her house. As he walks in, the little girl escapes out a window. Banner is left standing there like a dumbass.

"You should've got paid up front, Banner."

"You know, for a man who's supposed to be avoiding stress, you picked a hell of a place to settle." Natasha appears from behind the curtains, Banner turns around quietly.

"Avoiding stress isn't the secret."

"Then, what is it? Yoga?"

"You brought me to the edge of the city. Smart. I uh… assume the whole place is surrounded."

"Just you and me."

"And your actress buddy? Is she a spy, too? They start that young?"

"I did."

"Who are you?"

"Natasha Romanoff."

"Are you here to kill me, Miss Romanoff? Because that's not gonna work out for everyone."

"No. No. Of course not. I'm here on behalf of SHIELD."

"SHIELD. How'd they find me?"

"We never lost you, Doctor. We've kept our distance. Even helped keep some other interested parties off your scent."

"Why?"

"Nick Fury seems to trust you. But now we need you to come in."

"What if I say no?"

"I'll persuade you."

"And what if the… other guy says no?"

"You've been more than a year without an incident. I don't think you wanna break that streak."

"Well, I don't every time get what I want."

"Doctor, we're facing a potential global catastrophe."

Banner chuckles, "Well, those I actively try to avoid."

She takes out her cell phone and slides it across the small table in between them, as she sits down. "This is the Tesseract. It has the potential energy to wipe out the planet."

He puts on his glasses, picks it up, taking a closer look. "What does Fury want me to do, swallow it?"

"He wants you to find it. It's been taken. It emits a gamma signature that's too weak for us to trace. There's no one that knows gamma radiation like you do. If there was, that's where I'd be."

"So, Fury isn't after the monster?"

"Not that he's told me."

"And he tells you everything?"

"Talk to Fury. He needs you on this."

"He needs me in a cage?"

"No one's going to put you in a…"

"STOP LYING TO ME!" He yells slamming his hands down on the table.

The thunderous tone in his voice coupled with the smacking of hands on the table, makes Natasha quickly grab her gun and point it at him, but something is now off in the atmosphere. Banner stands up straight, smiling.

"I'm sorry. That was mean. I just wanted to see what you'd do. Why don't we do this the easy way, where you don't use that, and the other guy doesn't make a mess? Okay? Natasha?"

Natasha, still wary, lowers her gun and speaks into her earpiece. "Stand down. We're good here."

Amazingly, dozens of SHIELD Agents are surrounding the shack outside, they lower their weapons as they hear Natasha's voice. Banner looks at Natasha, charming a smile at her.

"Just you and me?"

Natasha fidgets now that she is exposed her guard down.