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004 II NR + PBP II run until your lungs give out and your legs break

Hydra AU, No Spider-Man AU, No CivilWar AU, I forgot the maximoffs existed so they don't exist sorry :( AU

[2000+ words]

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"Tony? Tony!" With the finally punch, she continued cursing out the genius.

"Cut the shit, what happened to the lights!" As much as Natasha liked playing pranks on the gang, and receiving them in turn, she liked to train in peace. So having the lights cut off in the middle of pummeling the punching bag was not appreciated.

"Boss asked me to tell you, It wasn't him. I am able to—"

F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice glitched then cut off, resulting in the backup generator to start up. Dim lights illuminating the rooms and hallways, just barely allowing them to see.

As she steadied her hand on the punching back, trying to still her ragged breathing and fast beating heart, her mind had started thinking of all the probabilities that could have her current situation as the outcome. Because this was strange, so out of the metal man's nature. Tony never— not once —turned off F.R.I.D.A.Y. for any prank, or any other occasion as a matter a fact. She assumed it was for security reasons, as he kept her open every second of the day, for all days of the week.

"Guys?" As she tried to rationalize her situation, she slid out her knife that was kept inside her pants. She flicked it open with a finger, and left her hand shield it as she lowered it by her right side.

"Nat? Clint!" That was Steve calling. The rest had probably assembled already. She was already walking to the stairs, when she heard footsteps— Clint. Nobody would stomp as loud as him.

"Yeah Steve, calm your tits! Clint and I are going up," As she yelled out, Clint had opened the door for her and bowed down with his right arm extended towards the upper staircase.

"My Queen," He stated in a British accent, his dirty blond hair hiding his smirk. That comment had him get smacked on the back of his head.

"Shut up," She chuckled at his antics, then made her way up the stairs. He followed behind her quickly.

As they ascended, faint yelling could be heard. Sounded a lot like Steve and Tony arguing again.

"Steve, stop shouting at me! I didn't do this, you know that! Stop blaming me," Steve knew he was wrong for this— blaming Tony. Tony wouldn't do this, he wouldn't voluntarily use someone's triggered against them. A sigh ensued— ah, he must finally hear himself.

Just faintly both super spies could hear Steve's voice talking, probably apologizing. Just as the agents arrived to the floor full of heros— the sound of breaking glass could be heard.

They shared a glance, before rushing up the last flight of stairs and almost knocking down the door while opening it.

As they opened it, Clint withdrew his gun and flashlight, placed one atop the other, and Natasha holding her knife in the right hand and the left hand ready to strike.

The others where in a similar forte, all in fighting stances, expect for Bruce who was surrounded by the backs of Steve and Bucky, and Tony who was working on, what they all assumed, the backup generator.

Bucky was in a fighting stance, both fists held up, and Steve held his shield in one hand and the other ready to punch the living day lights out of anyone.

Tony was sitting cross legged on the floor working on the generator with his bare hands, his tool box opened with a wrench placed beside him, and a couple of screws lose, some surrounding him.