The Avengers meet Percabeth

Natasha Romanov p1

'When Steve gets a phone.' That used to be their go to phrase. "I won't go to your party Tony."

"Will you when the world ends?"

"No. That's too soon. I'll go when Steve gets a phone."

And now, seeing as Tony had impeccable memory, she was stuck going to his party. It was one of those welcome to the new year ones, that involved staying up til midnight and getting drunk. Essentially the kind of gathering rich idiots went to. Which meant there would be no suitable company to socialise with.

Great.

Even Pepper wasn't going. She was going to turn up for the midnight toast and that was it.

Great.

Grumpily sauntering into her room, she listened out for any sign of someone disturbing her room. None. She was alone.

Fishing into her pocket she threw a drachma into the sink and whispered, "oh Iris! Goddess of the Rainbow! Accept my offering and show me Rachel at Dare Enterprises!"

A grumpy goddess's face showed up in the rainbow, "the price has gone up. Two drachma a call."

"What?"

"ROLF needs funds for it's newest project."

"Well I only have one on me." A lie, Natasha always carried at least ten drachma for bad situations. But no way was she paying for it to rain lactose and gluten free vanilla cupcakes.

"Then call later." The face disappeared and Natashas drachma clinked on the bottom of the sink.

Fine. No way she was admitting defeat to the goddess of lactose intolerant rainbow hippies. She'd just see Rachel there.

. . .

Arriving at any of Tonys events as a guest of Tony required a grandiose entrance and getting drunk. Which is why Natasha found it upon herself to acquire an excuse to arrive late, and alone.

Her excuse was still in the works when she hit the guy walking across the zebra crossing.

Her first instincts were; keep driving. Make it a hit and run. Messy, but they'll never know. And then the whole; yeah, you're a good guy now hit her. She had to help him.

She stopped her car in the middle of her lane and got out to help.

Fortunately, she wouldn't be causing any traffic jams, because she was in the middle of a nobody neighborhood at 10 o'clock outside a dairy. There was no traffic that she could jam.

As she exited the vehicle, she noted that the guy was tall. Probably too big for her to lift alone, despite the fact he looked to be very fit. He had, from standing above his upside-down form, no obvious personal identification.

The problem of not being able to lift him was solved when he groaned and sat up.

"Ouch. I think I broke something."

SHe stared at him bug eyed. After a hit from a car going 70km p/h he should have been unconscious for hours - maybe even in a coma.

"Are," he gave her a cautious glance, "are you okay ma'am?"

"Oh yeah. How about you? Sorry about hitting you with my car by the way."

"It's fine. My friends think it's funny and do it to me regularly."

She gave him a glance that she hoped portrayed, 'I'm not sure if those are the greatest friends.'

Offering him a hand up was a kind gesture, but pointless. She could tell that he wasn't going to put any weight on her for fear he might topple her onto him. An understandable fear, should it not be her he was thinking about. She was the Black Widow for crying out loud!