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2. "You want to watch Romanoff interrogate someone?" Nick Fury considered Bruce Banner with a slightly amused look. "You. You want to watch the Black Widow conduct an interrogation." Bruce nodded.

"I have heard she was good, and she is my team mate. I want to see her skill." Director Fury snorted and mumbled something along the lines of ' Oh you'll see something alright'.

"I'll strike you a deal. You can go and watch the interrogation, heck, you can run it, but no crying to me when she scares you out of your pants." Bruce winced.

"Deal, he agreed.

"Oh," added Fury with a small smirk. "You tell the Deadly Duo." Bruce winced again. "Thank you director," he said, shaking the man's hand.

"Thank me after you see her," Fury said with a hit of amusement. "You won't be so thankful."

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Five days later, Bruce Banner found himself taking a deep breath. In four, hold four, out eight, he told himself. Natasha was intense, Insanely so, in his opinion.

"She's not mad, you know," commented Clint to the doctor, eyes locked on the Black Widow through the one way mirror. Bruce grunted, unbelieving. If that was not angry, he didn't have a green rage monster alter ego. At that moment, Natasha Romanoff was the epitome of angry. Bruce thought he had a pretty good idea of a not angry Natasha. She might usually have hard eyes, a death glare and a stiff body, but something about her usual manner said that she was not mad. Frustrated maybe, but not mad. This was different. This time, Natasha was totally still. Her eyes were flashing and her lips were drawn into a thin line. She glared daggers into the woman whom she was interrogating.

"You lie," she hissed. The woman, a tall, blonde American, shook her head violently.

"I swear, I do not-" Taking a step forward, Natasha slapped her face.

"Do. Not. Lie to me Miss. Jones. Tell me what I need to know." Natasha's face was stony.

"Please, am not lying."

"TELL ME NOW," roared Natasha.

"Not mad, huh?" asked Bruce dryly.

"Nope," chirped Clint as the woman began to sob and scream. Natasha slapped her again, harder.

"Ok, let's get her out of there. She has been in there long enough." Bruce moved to call over the com device. Without giving the him a single glance, Clint reached out to stop the doctor's hand.

"One hour isn't that long. She is about to get the final piece of information." Bruce shook his head.

"No, Clint, she hasn't gotten anything." Clint removed his face from the window long enough to stare at Bruce incredulously.

"Nothing? Natasha has gotten everything!" snorted the assassin.

"Like what?" asked Bruce.

"The place where Harris is hiding, what time she is supposed to meet him, the reason he wants the item, where she got the item, all Natasha needs is what the item is. She is almost there!" Bruce shook his head as the lady screamed again.

"I want her out. Widow, abort the mission," he told the assassin.

"No," she said quietly. "I almost have it."

"Black Widow, out. Now." There was a moment of eerie silence, punctuated by sobs from the lady.

"Fine," replied Natasha, in a barely audible voice. Then, louder, she told the woman, "We will continue this later." Natasha spun on her heel and stormed out if the room.

The second Natasha was out of the room and into the room Clint and Bruce were in, Clint told her.

"Wasn't me." He sounded slightly scared. Natasha nodded stiffly.

"I know." She turned her glare onto Bruce. He instantly shrunk down into his seat. He knew this time that Natasha was mad. He would go as far as to say livid.

"Bruce," she said in a voice completely void of emotion, yet full of anger. "Why am I not in that room doing my job?" Natasha's green eyes were sharp. They chilled Bruce to the bone. He gulped. Bruce thought that how he felt now was how a person facing a firing squad would feel. Full of terror at the killing machines all aimed on him.

"She isn't telling you anything," Bruce stated calmly. "She is sobbing."

"She has given me everything," hissed Natasha. "If you had given me just five more minutes, I would have had her. Five minutes."

"Tash," said Clint.

"Stay out of this," Natasha cut in furiously. She didn't waver her gaze from Bruce for one second. "I am going back in there, and I am finishing my job." With that, she spun around and stormed back into the room with the woman. Bruce sighed and sank further into his seat. And there was a mad Natasha

"She' still not really mad you know," Clint commented offhand. "Just annoied." Bruce groaned. Not mad? He supposed he would know when she was really mad when she cut his head off with a pair of kitchen shears. Natasha Romanoff scared the heck out of him.

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Natasha returned, all smiles, exactly five minutes later.

"Hello boys," she greeted them cheerfully, apparently oblivious to Clint's smirk and Bruce's terrified gaze. She typed a few commands into the laptop, and called up Agent Hill.

"Yes?" Asked the agent tersely. Bruce looked questioningly at Clint. He shrugged and smirked.

"James Harris is in the Regient Hotel. He is to meet Karis Jones on May Fifth at sixteen hundred hours in Hong Kong. The item is a death serum that causes the victim to die and quickly decompose, leaving a small amount of soil in it's place. He wants to kill the president of America. The serum is being held at the National Palace Museum in Taipei." Hill nodded curtly to Natasha.

"We will sent a team. Take Jones to her cell." Natasha nodded.

"Yes Ma'am." The video clicked off, and Natasha turned to the two men behind her. "I found nothing?" She asked Bruce with a sickly sweet smile. He gulped. "I am the best in my field," she continued with deadly cheerfulness. "I always find something." She spun on her heel once again and swayed her hips as she exited the room. Bruce sat in shock.

"She is mad now," Clint told him cheerfully as he began to pack the equipment up. "Really mad." Bruce gulped. "I can tell," he said faintly. Sweet and Natasha were not a good mix.

"Ooohhh, I haven't heard her this mad since Belarus!" Clint sounded strangly happy.

"Belarus?"

"She was about to get the last piece of info about a big human trafficking gang when Coulson called her to abort the mission. You should of seen her then. She had her suit unzipped a little and she was grinning. Grinning!" Clint zipped up the last bag. "I think she'll get over it. In a few weeks!" Clint cackled evily, then walked out to meet Natasha and a still sobbing Karis Jones.

"Oh God," whispered Bruce. "And I live with her!"