Supergirl And The Avengers

Dudes, we're getting the Team Together!

Natasha Romanov sat in an abandoned warehouse in Russia, strapped to a chair, while being interrogated. The General she was tasked to get information from, was teller her it, much to her benefit. The plan was originally to try and seduce and get information from the General. But he knew who she was, and that's how she was in the 'predicament' right now.

But to her amusement and her own knowledge, she could easily get out, and whoop everyone's ass's as if it was nothing. One of the perks of being one of the most lethal spies/assassin's in the world.

One of the guards walked over to her, and slapped her hard across the face. She reeled a little, and took a deep breath. It didn't really affect her, she had taken much worse.

"This is not how I wanted the evening to go."Luchkov said in Russian.

And Natasha knew exactly where he was going with that, but he wasn't her type.

"I know how you wanted this evening to go. Believe me, this is better," She dryly said in Russian.

"Who are you working for? Lermentov yes? Does he think he that we have to go through him to move cargo?" Luchkov said and motioned to one his guards.

The guard closet's to Natasha, tipped her chair back a little, so she was over the opening that led three stories down.

"I thought General Soholob is in charge of the export business?" Natasha said, pretending to sound weak and scared.

"Soholob, a bagman, a front. Your outdated information betrays you. The famous Black Widow, and she turns out to be simply another pretty face," Luchov said, trying to imitate her.

"You really think I'm pretty?" Natasha said, trying to annoy him.

Luchov motioned for his thugs to Natasha. The thug walked over and forcefully grabbed her jaw.

"This idiot will get a couple of punches to his face." Natasha thought and smirked internally.

"Tell Lermentov we don't need him to move the tanks. Tell him he is out." Luchkov said.

He then walked over to a table that some very lethal looking tools. Natasha knew that was her cue to end this soon. Or else getting manicures would be a little more tougher.

And the fact she was planning on visiting Kara in National City, once she had a few days off, and they could hang out.

"You may want to write it down," Luchov said in English, while grabbing the pliers.

Before he could do anything, one of the goons phones went off, which confused everyone. The goon then answered it and then said to Luchov after a second.

"It's for her."

Luchov grabbed the phone and angrily said," You listen carefully."

"You're at 114 Solenski Plaza, third floor. We have a F-22 exactly eight miles out. Put the woman on the phone or I will blow up the block before you can make the lobby." Phil Coulson threatened in a calm voice on the other end.

Luchkov had a confused, and slightly fearful look, and then put the phone between Natasha's shoulder and head. Natasha got the phone situated and waited for the response.

"We need you to come in." Coulson said.

"Are you kidding? I'm working." Natasha said, slightly irritated.

"This takes precedence."

"I'm in the middle of an interrogation, this moron is giving me everything." Natasha said and glanced at Luchkov.