Avenger or Assassin? (UNDERGOING HEAVY EDITING)

Save Her, Soldier.

{Natasha}

{THREE WEEKS LATER}

I stepped into the meeting room, Captain holding my hands behind me with a set of cuffs, gentler than the last. My ankle was no longer swollen but I was still in pain, and I limped to my seat. The room was silent, and I could feel the tension. I sat down, and Tony tensed next to me, flinching.

"Please, somebody, talk," I said. Still silence. Cap sat down on the other side of me. He rubbed my back, gently, avoiding as many of my injuries as possible. "Wait, where's Bruce?" I asked.

"That's why we're here. He's off on a rampage and we're deciding whether it's safe to let you sing him a lullaby," Tony said.

"I'm not going."

"Natasha Romanoff, you're the only person who can get him to stop. You are in no condition to go after the green monster, but we have to get him shut down. Look at yourself. You look terrible but we have to send you," Fury stated bluntly. I looked down. My weight was coming back slowly. I now weighed a hundred and fifteen pounds. The welts and bruises were healing much more slowly, but they were healing.

"No," I said.

Fury shook his head. "Natasha Romanoff, this is crucial. S.H.I.E.L.D. is already being poked for several things we didn't do. We need you to do this."

"No," I said again.

"Nat, please," Steve begged.

"Fine." I glared at everyone. If I'd had my way I would've stalked out of the room, but Steve had a hold on my hand cuffs.

They loaded me in the Quinjet with Cap and Clint. I shifted in my seat, the straps causing me discomfort. Hill was at the controls. "It should be easy to find him," Maria said. "Just follow his trail of destruction." And sure enough, I saw burning buildings in a trail. Cars and high ways were in disarray. "He's right there, Maria," I said, pointing to the little green pinpoint on the ground. "Land us on that building and I'll get down to him."

I dropped out of the bottom of Quinjet onto the roof, curling and rolling. Then I shot a grappling hook onto one of the facilities on the roof, and dropped over. I landed on the ground and left the grappling hook behind, launching after Hulk. "Hey!" I shouted.

He turned and threw a car at me, which I dodged. It scraped across the pavement behind me and burst into flames. He stopped for a moment, then burst into an even more infuriated rage. He ran after me, and I took off, sprinting through screaming people, red hair flying. "Get out of the way! Move!" I yelled, pushing people aside.

I felt a bullet go through my shoulder. I dropped to my knees behind a car. I had to keep going. Those idiots should've known - bullets don't stop the Hulk. He's bulletproof. I'd lost his trail, and I was losing blood. But it didn't matter. There he was again, slamming cars together. I walked up behind him slowly.

"Hey," I said, this time more gently. Gentle wasn't my specialty.

He dropped the cars and turned around. "Hey, big guy," I said again, dropping to my knees. He grunted. "Sun's getting real low." He slowed down and walked towards me. I put my hand out in front of me. He paused, then lifted his fist. Spreading his fingers, he matched my hand. I turned it over, palm up. He repeated the motion.