I just found the perfect thing to add to the plot and I am soooo proud of myself :)

I also just realized that this story not only focuses on Clint and Bobbi but everybody and they mama. It's the Avengers! C'mon, people! They all get their spotlight, so let's get to it!


It was Betty Ross.

The Betty Ross.

The Betty that was there when Bruce transformed.

The Betty that was hurt.

The Betty that was there for Bruce ever since they found each other again.

The Betty that was out of harms way when The Other Guy was present.

The Betty that Bruce left...

And now she was here. Tony had found her.

Bruce didn't know what to feel.

"Bruce!" Betty exclaimed, sounding out of breath.

"Betty, what-?" Bruce began, but was cut off when she slammed into him. He didn't realize how much he missed her until right there and then. His movements were robotic, wrapping his arms around her in return, eyes wide, heartbeat quickening...

He focused on slowing his heartbeat down.

"Yeah, Merry Christmas," Tony called out.

"What're you doing here?" Bruce asked.

"Please don't push me away," Betty begged, holding him tighter as she fought back tears. "Please don't..."

"I won't, I won't..." Bruce closed his eyes.

His grip eventually loosened on her, pulling back to look at her.

"There's another thing," Betty continued, licking her lips nervously. "I...I need your help."

"Okay, everything's fine," he told her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "What do you need?"

She lowered her voice, "Not here...um...can we talk somewhere private?"

"How does the lab sound?"

"Perfect."

Bruce turned around to face his teammates and friends.

"Everyone, this is Betty Ross," he introduced. "Betty, these are my friends: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Pepper Potts, Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, and Bobbi Morse."

"Hello," Betty said timidly, the others waving and smiling back.

"Betty and I are going up to the lab," said Bruce.

"Have fun," Tony said with a wink, Clint and Thor snickering and Steve adorably wagging his eyebrows.

Blushing, Bruce guided Betty to the elevator.


"I need you to take a blood sample," Betty said as they entered, shrugging out of her jacket. Bruce took it from her and put it on the coat rack.

"May I ask why?" said Bruce.

Betty didn't answer, head hung as she sat down on the operation table. Bruce put on his glasses and got to work. He noticed she looked uneasy, and didn't know why. Approaching her with a syringe, he took her arm gingerly in his hand. "Alright, well as soon as I'm done with this, your blood cells will show up on that screen," he pointed to the transparent hologram screen hovering above one of the tables. "Might feel a little pinch...Ready?"

She gave him a smile and nodded.

Pinch.

"Betty? You can open your eyes now."

She didn't realize she had closed them, eyelids fluttering open. He was typing away at the holographic screen as if it was a game app, fingers and thumbs sliding in different patterns. Pushing her sleeve back down, she slid off the table and walked over to him, nervously peering over his shoulder.

The blood cells results came up.

"Let's see what we have here...-" Bruce's breath suddenly hitched in his throat and Betty bit her lip.

"I hope this doesn't change the way you think of me..." Betty said as he turned around to look at her.

"No, no, it's just...Betty," Bruce lightly gripped her arms. "What does this mean? Who did this to you?"

Betty hung her head, and he pulled her close for a comforting hug.


"Left," Natasha coached.

Punch.

"Right."

Punch.

"Left."

Punch.

"Right."

Punch.

A couple days had passed, and Natasha and Bobbi were in the training room together on a sunny morning. Natasha held up her hand pads as Bobbi punched on instruction.

"Up high."

Bobbi swung her leg around, and Natasha held up a pad to her face before the blonde's foot could collide with it.

"Good," said Natasha.

Steve and Clint, who had been unnoticed the entire time, had been watching their training session through the one-way window before they had slipped inside and sat on one of the benches to watch. Natasha turned around, wiping the sweat off her forehead, before her eyes settled on a pair of blue ones.

"Take five," said Natasha and Bobbi nodded. Bobbi noticed the two men too and followed Natasha over to where they sat.

"Water, ma'am?" Steve asked innocently, offering Natasha a water bottle.

"Thanks," Natasha said with a smile, taking the beverage and took a grateful swig.

Bobbi arched an eyebrow, catching the bottle Clint tossed at her.

"Why do I have a feeling you came just to watch me work on my fitness?"

Clint smirked. "Me and Steve just happened to be in the same hallway at the same time. Don't push it, Morse. You may be a pretty face, but don't flatter yourself."

Bobbi lowered her bottle. "Did you just call me pretty?"

"Um...-"

"Alright, Nat, we're here!" Darcy announced, coming into the gym with Jane, Pepper, and Betty on her heels, all dressed in work out wear. "Although this is hella early, I have to admit." She drank some of her coffee.

"Good, you're just in time actually," said Natasha.

"Why don't we sit and watch for a while?" Pepper suggested to Betty, who nodded automatically, and they went to go sit with Steve and Clint.

"Foster. Lewis. You're up." Natasha's voice was all business.

"Aw, damn..." Darcy muttered but took off her glasses anyway. Jane gave her shoulder a squeeze before they both headed to where Natasha stood.

Natasha tossed the protection pads to Steve, who caught them, and the three formed a triangle.

"Now, just like we practiced," said Natasha, and the other two nodded. Jane quickly pulled her hair into a ponytail.

There was a pause.

With a nod of the ginger's head, Jane took off in a sprint towards the assassin. Natasha swung her fist and Jane ducked just in time, knees skidding across the floor as she passed her. Gulping, Darcy moved next; she took off in more of a run and jumped, foot extended. Lazily, Natasha caught Darcy's foot and tossed Darcy's body away like she was a sack of potatoes. Darcy landed on the floor with a grunt.

Natasha's sneaker pressed into Darcy's throat, uncomfortable but bearable.

"I told you not to go for the obvious attack," Natasha told her calmly. "They expect that."

"How about the surprise attack instead?" Jane asked from above, letting herself drop, legs wrapping around Natasha's neck. Flipping over, Jane hoisted herself above Natasha while holding her arms back.

Natasha let a sly smile pull at the corners of her mouth before their positions were suddenly reversed. "Cute little trick, Foster."

Jane smiled and Natasha released the pressure on her as she got to her feet. Natasha turned around and advanced on Darcy, who began to back away.

"Defense," Natasha instructed, throwing the first punch.

Darcy caught her wrist, wide-eyed. Natasha nodded before she swung her free arm, and Darcy caught it; they swirled their arms, turning around, upper limbs tangling as their eyes met. Natasha pushed back and Darcy fell, but Darcy, as soon as she hit the floor, pushed herself back up and landed in a fighting stance.

"You go, Darcy!" Jane cheered as Darcy dodged and blocked each attack. As Natasha advanced, Darcy was being pushed back. Looking over her shoulder, Darcy noticed that she was getting closer and closer to the wall. She took this opportunity to build space between her and the assassin. Turning around, she hopped up, pushing her foot off the wall, then swung her foot around and striked Natasha square in the chest.

Natasha fell back, then pushed herself back up from off the floor.

"That's better," she said, sounding almost breathless. "Definitely a big improvement from the last time." She looked over her shoulder at Jane, "You both did a great job."

Darcy walked over to Jane and they high fived, fingers lacing together.

Jane suddenly smirked and Darcy gave her a suspicious look. Darcy yelped as she was suddenly flipped over on her back.

Jane smiled wide, feeling confidence as she turned to the other girls gaping at her. "Next?"

"I'll give it a go," Pepper piped up, and she made her way to the center of the floor where Jane stood.


So...anybody else spotted the parallels? xD

I just had to, guys. Looks like these 'damsels in distresses' learned a few things from not only Natasha, but they picked up some personality traits from the boys as well.