Why am I here?

Chapter 16

I was to go out with Valkyrie to see what could. Occasionally, we get a disturbance. I love disturbances... From what we could see, a man was being attacked by a bunch of hobos. My armour materialised around me and I jumped into action. They were really drunk so I ended the fight in a few punches before I threw a net over them for Valkyrie to collect behind me. "Are you okay, sir?" I asked him, helping him up from his fazed state no the ground.
"Lady Cerrie?" He asked, hugging me. 
"Who? I am Natasha Jefferson." I wheezed.
Valkyrie yanked me from his grip. "What do you think you're doing? This is official property of the Grandmaster." I hate it when she pulls the property card, but I guess it has gotten us out of some very difficult situations.

"The Grand-who?" He asked, confused. This was starting to tire me out, so I tasered him.
"What was that for?" Valkyrie asked.
"I was getting bored." I shrugged as I grabbed the back of his shirt and dragged him to the ship. "You know, I hate it when you pull the 'Grandmaster's property' card." I complained.
"I know." She smiled. He woke up a few times on the way back, but we just kept tasering him. Valkyrie loves tasering people...

"Natasha Pet, you need to go and entertain me." The Grandmaster said, grabbing my waist in a sexual way. "Yes sir..." I muttered before walking off to the changing room and to meet my partner. "Hulk! How are doing old friend?" I asked, giving him a friendly punch on the shoulder. 
"Hulk is good." I smiled, gently tapping my back as not to hurt me. "Tiny Natasha good?" I grinned. "Yes big guy. Tiny Natasha is good." I said, changing and grabbing my scythe and sceptre. The space stone in the scythe, the reality stone in the sceptre. I also strapped the 'Natasha' gun on my thigh using the holster.

The man's door in the colosseum opened and his hair had been cut like everyone else who had entered there. Apart from me of course, the Grandmaster forbid it. I threw my wig off and let my red hair drop loose whilst Hulk brushed it. (He likes brushing my hair.) "Hulk finished brushing Tiny Natasha's hair." He said, handing me the brush. I tightened the holster on my thigh as the door started to rise. 

"YYYYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He yelled, smiling as big as he could. He started to shout something to one of the people in the Grandmaster's box. Everyone started to watch in anticipation as me and Hulk started to creep closer to him. When we got close enough, I nodded to Hulk and he grabbed his ankle. Whilst Hulk swung him around, I looked up to the Grandmaster's box and saw him talking with a man with raven hair and green clothes. The man in green looked at me and realisation swept over his features, fear also when his eyes met Hulk. Have we all met before Sakaar? 

I was snapped out of my dreamy daze when Hulk roared as the man threw Hulk into the wall, earning 'boos' from the crowd. I used my sceptre to freeze him until Hulk regained his balance and could reach him again. "Off with your head!" I yelled. Mid way though the swipe with my scythe, red tendrils stopped it. I was about to attack whoever cast them, but I was tackled to the ground by a woman with striking blue eyes and fiery red hair like mine. "Who are you?" I growled. "Natasha Romanoff. Who are you?"
"Natasha Jefferson." I said, throwing her off of my slender body.

We pulled out our guns from our holsters, her actions mirrored mine. The guns were also identical, they both said 'Natasha' on the side. The tendrils crawled towards Hulk's head, his eyes flashed a scarlet red and he started to rush towards me in an attack. I jumped high upon his shoulders, gripped his hair in my fingers , and pulled with all my might as we made our way to the dirt of the ground. As Hulk's body lay motionless on mine, the crowd and the new-comers waited to see if I was okay. 

Grunting, I rolled the unconscious form of my team mate off of me and the crowd cheered. So it's me against...about 11 different people. This will be fun... I had five tranquilizer darts, some of them are going to have to share. I shot the man with the bow quickly, the bow couldn't do anything. The man whom I was fighting earlier, the one with a shield and the man with a metal arm needed two, this was a problem. 

I shot the woman to get her out of the way. If she had a Natasha gun, she was trouble. The rest went pretty smoothly. Only, the woman was conscious again. I try not to use the Natasha whenever I can, but she can shake off a dart in a matter of minutes. The crowd saw me pull out the gun and shoved their fingers in their ears, those that had them, knowing wheat I was going to do. I pulled the trigger and aimed for her abdomen. The shot rang in both our ears as she let out a grunt and a sharp intake of breath. I grabbed them all by their collars and dragged them off to my quarters, which doubled as the infirmary, I needed to stitch up her wound.