The Infinity Stone

3

TWO YEARS LATER:

The snow kissed her cheeks as she made her way to the run down bar in the deserted town. For the past few hours, she's been trying to shake off this feeling. The bar door opens, and drunk men tumble out.

" Is it your night again Tiny?" The taller drunk slurred out. She ignored them and pushed pass them, snarling at the intoxicating smell that radiated off of them. The bar was dim lighted, a few scattered chairs, and a bar counter. The drinks were no good, but would suffice. In the center of the bar was a fenced out arena. Poorly made. Two men where currently using it, stinking the place of sweat and blood.

Out in the outskirts, near a railroad, was a construction building. Inside said building was Three Thugs, interrogating a spy. All was going well, until one of their phones began to ring, confused, he answer it. " Ya?" Then looks at his boss.
" It's for you."

" Who the hell is...?" His once angry tone turned into fear as he looked at the spy. Slowly he places the phone against her ear.

We need you to come in.

" Are you kidding? I'm working." Nat told Phil on the other line.

This takes precedence.

"I'm in the middle of an interrogation and this moron is giving me everything." She said frustrated by the interruption.
" I don't give everything." Natasha gives the man a look.
" Look you can't pull me out of this right now."

Natasha. Barton's been compromised.

" Let me put you on hold." Phil waited on the other line, listening as Nat finished up her mission. After several minutes, he hears her pick the phone up. "Where's Barton now?"

We don't know.

" But he's alive?" She asked getting ready to leave the building.

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

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

No, I've got stark. You get the big guy, and Tiny while you're at it.

" Bozhe moi." Nat cursed out into the empty building.

A fist connected on its appointed face, making it turn in its direction. The woman staggers back and spits out the blood that had formed in her mouth. " Give up now." The much taller man said down to her, making her grin sadistically in the process. His fist went to attack her again, but a smaller hand caught it before it could hit. His arm was twisted backwards, allowing her to have the upper hand.
She kneed him from behind, making him fall on his knees. " Give up now." She whispered in his ear. He shook his head, eating an eye roll from the idiotic man. She tugged his shoulder, dislocating it.

The man let out a shriek of pain, and began to leap forward. He was let go off, and feel to the ground, forfeiting. The woman was named winner, and was given her earned reward. She looked over her shoulder, feeling eyes on her. She made her way to the bar, and placed the bag of money on the counter. " That should cover everything I owe, right?"

The older man handed her a cloth for her bruised and cut cheek. She took it gratefully, and waited for him to take the money. " I don't understand why you fight." He admitted to her, making her grin.
" I haven't lost yet, plus how else would I pay off my tab?" The man sighed and poured her drink. She poured it down her throat in one go and slammed the glass down. " I best be off, see you tomorrow," the man nodded and took her glass back.

The frosted air, soothed her burning cheek, but soon became the less of her worries. A hand pulled her over, slamming her against the wall of the bar, blocking her way out. " Oh come on Nat, you know you need to buy me dinner first." She said teasingly to the woman in front of her.