Widow's Shield

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Ana walks in the NewYork Post. Ana walked up to the front desk, Ana cleared her throat, "Excuse me?"

The man in the front desk sighed not looking up from his computer, "What do you need?"

Ana took out a printed copy of the image of her kissing Charlie. "I need to talk to the bastard that posted this…"

The man finally looks up and scrambled to his feet, "Oh, I am so sorry, ma'am, right this way…"

Ana smirks as the man opened the door for her; her smirked faded into a frown when she saw the thick elderly man sitting behind the desk. His white pasty face had a cruel smile plastered on it and a crazed look on his eyes. "Hello," the man looks up, "Ms. Rogers, sit down."

Ana walked towards the chair and sat on it, My God! He stinks!

"Now, what can I do you for?".

"I need you take this image down!" Ana tried her best to sound intimadating but she was failing, this wasn't her. Mom might be intimidating but I am not. I'm Americas Sweetheart, all smiles and sunshine, yup that's me. God! I hate my life!

Ana slammed her fist down on the desk, "You're gonna take that image down or I'll send my mother in to take care of this… your choice…" Ana hated herself for saying it, as soon as it left her mouth.

But it worked. "Okay. Okay." the man started typing on his computer. "And done! Tell your mother, we meant no harm, Miss."

Everyone knows how overprotective Natasha was of Ana. Ana managed a smirk, as she left the building.

In the Avengers' Tower's common area, Morgan walks in. "What the hell are you doing here?!" Morgan demanded.

"What?!" Lila demanded.

"I told you to go with Ana… we all know she'll make matters worse."