Friends With the Monster

Black (Widow) Magic

Zipping around a ghost town to knock out 6 targets was never on Natasha's 'must do' list.

Climbing stealthily through the floors of an old building and hoping it'll stand is one way to spend her Saturday, leaning beyond a post only to fire her weapon at a well dressed officer.

The spy is loading her weapon and assessing the area as she balances on a creaking beam. Her targets are all a part of Thaddeus Ross' team, in search of the hulk. Based solely on the way they're behaving, Romanoff has been mistaken for Banner. She snorts, willing to gamble that she's a far better shot than the mad doctor they're after. Clearly they've messed with the wrong agent.

Now they're whispering to each other, one urging the other to be less trigger happy;

"Don't! We don't want to piss him off."

Maybe it's rash, perhaps a bit prideful but she can't help the boast;

"I would listen to your friend if I were you."

They scramble on their heels, lifting their weapons toward the post, "Who was that?"

Romanoff clicks her own weapon and takes aim, "Your worst nightmare."

The men are trembling underneath their armor, standing one story below the balancing Black Widow in her now crouching position. Decked out in full catsuit gear, she knows her bite is charged and should the pistol be shot from out of her hand, she has an entire utility belt full of gadgets.

"Get- get down here Miss. We're not after you."

"We're after the hulk," his counterpart chimes in.

Natasha tilts her head, "Put your weapons down and I'll think about it."

The two men shake, eventually lowering their weapons. Her mere existence has that sort of effect on people, able to bend them to her will.

She stands slowly and walks her post as if it were a balance beam. With her opposite hand over her side she holds her weapon and steps closer;

"The doctor isn't worth your time."

"That's not up to you, ma'am."

The widow is tempted to fire her weapon, injure the loud mouth by aiming for his knee. She has the upper hand and they have no idea.

Stupid man.

"This is what my tax dollars are paying for; two of the government's finest," she mutters sarcastically.

The two stare at each other with a blink, then back up toward the redhead, "Now-! You get down here right now or we'll have to-."

"Have to what," She tempts fate because she can. With a smirk on her face she crouches to get a few feet closer.

"If you're hiding the monster-." The bolder one calls out.

"He has the hiding part covered-" she scoffs.

"Where is he?!" They lift their weapons once more, "You're hiding him."

Natasha tries her hardest not to point upwards. Her head drops with a sigh; she pities them.

So dumb. So useless.

She knows exactly where Bruce Banner is, tip toeing one floor above with a blue backpack full of test vials. She hasn't seen him once today, she doesn't have to. His footsteps and light breathing have given him away. Clearly, however, not loud enough for two ex-air force men to track.

Before her two targets can utter another word, she lowers her pistol and fires her widow's bite to knock them unconscious.

The collision startles Banner who begins to run faster on the floor above. Natasha aims her bite toward the next figure who enters the creaky building, tapping his com to get in touch with Ross. She swings down and strangles the man with a spin, channeling the momentum from her push off the post. The next figure enters and fires carelessly. She twists his arm, springing back off the wall to take a defensive stance...