"Sorry kids, you don't get to see my party trick after all."

Bruce stalked away from the lab, shaking, his hands clenched into fists. How could it almost have gotten so close? Why did he almost yield to the other guy? And in front of her of all people! Natasha was so beautiful, and as with most things in nature, a hundred times more deadly then her looks would suggest. She was more than a pretty face however, someone that could actually understand pain and suffering (he could see it in her face, and he saw it in her fear). She was a breath of fresh air, and he was the toxins that spilled into the air, polluting it, killing it. He was a fool to think that she'd even look at guy like him, other guy or not...

Feeling that it was her responsibility, a part of her worried about him, Natasha followed after Bruce, hoping to talk to him. She hated being afraid, uncertain, and anxious, not used to the unknown. As a spy, she danced with death often, tip-toeing past danger, but she wasn't frightened, as she knew exactly what she was dealing with. But being with Bruce was a different story, every second with him more unpredictable than the last. He was a sweet guy, she saw that when she had recruited him to the team, but this wasn't the place for those kinds of emotions, nor was it the was time.

Ka-boom!

The Helicarrier veered, its side taken out as one of the engines was blown. The series of explosions set off sent people flying, glass shattering, and metal twisting. Caught in a close enough proximity to be affected but not near enough to be injured, Bruce and Natasha fell through the floor, her leg getting pinned underneath a couple of loose cylindrical tanks. Bruce landed on all fours, anger bubbling out of control...

"We're going to be ok, I swear on my life," She sat up, awkwardly due to her leg, opening her arms up for a hug, "Let me calm you with my boobies."

"Your life?" He shouted at her, shirt ripping away completely as his skin turned green and his body expanded.

The rest is history...

Several Minutes Later...

Strapped down in Natasha's room (because apparently taking him to his own room was out of the question for no adequately explored reason), Clint tossed his head and gritted his teeth, trying desperately to sweat out (however you could sweat out a mind-controlling tap to the heart) the influence of the Tesseract. For a few seconds, everything looked weird and colors sharpened to the point where it looked like he was on an acid trip (not that he's done that...recently).

Gazing apprehensively at her partner, Natasha leaned over Hawkeye, "Let me calm you with my boobies."

His answer to that wasn't "no".


Ok, so this is actually taken from other Avenger's fic "Pieces of the Past", but since they kind of cluttered it up, I'm moving them to another story. The first two were already written, so anything after that (if there is anything) will be new. Yeah, this isn't just a series of one-shots...

Actually, I thought of this one when I was watching the movie on the big screen (opening day!) Er, forgive me, I'm just insanely in love the Avengers. And being so in love, one would think that I would keep it exact, and yet I haven't... Most importantly, drugs are bad, m'kay?

Bonus points to anyone who can tell me where "let me calm you with my _ " originates from! Or what the blank actually is.