Book 2 of Love, Monsters and Magic. After The Avengers deal with Loki for the second time and he is returned to Asgard bound in titanium shackles, Fury lets the avengers leave the ship on the condition that they all stay together. The team moves into STARK Towers and although they are no longer living on the aircraft carrier they are still working for S.H.I.E.L.D, all that is except for Natasha Romanoff, or the infamous Black Widow. Natasha is now the assistant of the delightful Pepper Pots, who is CEO of Stark Industries and girlfriend to the marvellous, billionaire, philanthropist, Tony Stark. Things have been going well between Pepper and Tony, well that is until the team moves in to STARK Towers and implications begin to arise. A string of implications that leave Tony, single, depressed and drinking his way into an oblivion and with the team pulling itself apart there is not time better for the Enchantress, Amora, to make an appearance. This story is from Tony's point of view. I do not own Marvel, sadly, but there will be one or two of my own characters in here.

"Now, Now put the gun down there's no need for violence." He stepped towards me and kicked me back, it was an unexpected blow I didn't fall and I went to shoot him once i'd steadied myself but he grabbed my shooting arm and twisted. I gasped in pain. "Just like your father. I guess I'm going to have to do this earlier than expected." A golden glow appeared around him and a scepter was in his hands. A blue object was shining near the end. He pointed it at my heart. "Stop, please." "Begging for your sanity, how human of you." He touched the spear to my chest and I could feel cold seeping through me. Then calmly I returned my gun to its holster and went to my room as if it was the only thing I could do. After Isabella is taken from her foster parents by the infamous Loki seventeen years after the first war in New York she is used by him as his personal slave to take down the Avengers.

Read for clintasha and pepperony action! (Or Clintmacintasha and pepperony pizza :D)

Clint writes letters to Natasha during his times of struggle but they are most definitely not meant to be read by anyone but himself. This is the story of two assassins and their struggle to find emotional communication, something they both pretty much suck at.

Hey guys! well this is the first story I've ever written and all my friends loved it and convinced me to post it so here you go! As always i don't own anything, the characters reserved to Marvel, the fan art is something i just found and edited i don't own anything except the story. Summary: Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff never thought twice about having each others backs while fighting, so why are they having second thoughts about their feelings? Why does Natasha keep pushing Clint away? Will this ruin them forever, or perhaps come between a mission? I guess that's for me to write, and you to discover.

A Clint and Natasha/Hawkeye and Black Widow Fan fiction. Set after the Avenger Initiative. Why don't you read to find out what happens?

Agent Clint Barton is sent to Hungary where he must take out the infamous Black Widow. He knows she is a ruthless killer, what he doesn't know is that they'd end up falling in love.

Budapest. What do you think happened? Clint and Natasha made the hardest of decisions. And it may lead to a death. Of her? Of him? Of Bobbi? Of Fury? Of whom? What could possibly happen? The danger arises in a small town, continuing onto Budapest. The hotel room. The Soviets after Clint and Natasha both. The Americans after Natasha, possibly Clint depending on his decisions.

~ W A T T P A D F E A T U R E D ~ A Natasha Romanoff & Clint Barton origin story. ❝My name is Natalia Alianovna Romanova and I work for the KGB. But my life is something of a lie. I work for no one. I work for myself. And I always work alone. I have a very specific skill set. I have charm. I have wit. I have sex appeal. I play to the common weaknesses of men, pulling them in on an invisible thread, ensnaring them in my inescapable web and striking mercilessly like a poisonous spider. For that reason, they call me the Black Widow. I'm cunning, ruthless and utterly unstoppable. I am a one woman fighting machine. I can do more damaged unarmed than most people could do armed. ❞ ❝My name is Clinton Francis Barton and I work for S.H.I.E.L.D. I'm the deadliest agent they have on a squad of suits and scientists. I'm the masked vigilante with a bow and arrow and I never miss. I have keen eyes. I have perfect aim. I have agility. I can shoot down any adversary from any distance, and they never see me coming. They call me Hawkeye, because I have the vision of a bird of prey and I strike just as precisely. I'm strong, I'm dexterous and utterly remarkable. I'm a one man invasion. I can cause more destruction with a Palaeolithic weapon than most people can do with a gun.❞ Two nomadic souls; one American, one Russian. Completely unlike one another. Or so they think. This is a tale of prejudice, politics and passion in Budapest. #60 in Fanfiction (23/10/2015)