Avengers Oneshots Ongoing

For Peter, it had been quite stressful when Bucky and Sam came to talk to him. They were however, pretty chill with it. Well, if Bucky threatening to murder him if he ever decided to die because of superheroeing and Sam demanding a daily update on his health was deemed chill. Peter was unsure how Bucky's threat worked, but he made sure not to find out. Dying once would suck, dying twice would probably be much worse.

*** 3 weeks later **** Natasha POV ***

It had been 3 weeks since Clint, Bruce, Sam, Bucky and she had found out about Peter being a mutant. They had gone to great lengths to not let Tony notice the boy was already healed fully again in 5 days, and Nat had given him lessons in how to act like he was still hurt, which he caught on to really fast. She had also demanded him to text her at least once a day so that she knew he was still safe: you could never be too sure when it came to mutants, there were many who would like to take them for experimentation.

Nat smiled down at her phone as she noticed that Peter had sent her a message. It was 6 in the night, and he had sent her a text for their usual check-in:

Certified Genius (Peter): hey
wassup
I'm good with life and stuff
just came home and decided to eat Thai

I'm an international super spy, SUPER SPY! (Nat): hey
im gud
nice, Thai is the best
run into any trouble today?

Certified Genius: meh all good Мама Паук

Nat smiled when she read his nickname for her, staring at the word for a bit, a sense of peace and joy filling her. Oh to be a mother, wouldn't that be wonderful? She realised she had left him on read and answered quickly:

I'm an international super spy, SUPER SPY!: ok good be careful okay

'Nat!' Clint called from the other room, 'Tony demands your presence for dinner. Stop texting with your secret lover!'

'Coming!' Nat called with a grin, fully knowing that Clint she was just texting Peter but just wanted to make Tony question his sanity.

I'm an international super spy, SUPER SPY!: gtg, we are trolling Tony and going to eat dinner

Certified Genius: okay, enjoy, troll him some extra from me!

I'm an international super spy, SUPER SPY!: will do haha!

Nat put her phone away in her pockets and stood up from the coach, mentally already laughing at the misery she was about to project on Tony with the help of Clint - and hopefully some of the others as well.

Nat groaned as she sat up, trying to ignore the nausea washing over her. She had been feeling horrible of late: not only was she nauseous almost constantly, had a lot of headaches, and felt even more drained than ever. Shaking it off, she stood up from the coach, swaying slightly on her feet as she did so, trying to stop the pushing feeling to throw up down her throat again as she smelled the Chinese takeout from the kitchen. Why did it smell so bad?!

'Nat!' Clint's voice came as he impatiently walked into the living room, only to find Nat looking slightly pale. His annoyed attitude quickly changed to one of concern: 'Nat, are you alright?' he asked, running over to her and leading her back to the couch, forcing her to sit down as he looked her up and down, looking for any possible injury she might have kept hidden.

Nat put a smile on her face:'Clint, I'm fine.' she pouted, 'Just stood up to quickly.'

'You're a bad liar, Tasha.' Clint scolded her, though if it weren't for the fact he saw her so pale, he would have not known.

Nat rolled her eyes, then paled further. 'Nat?' Clint asked, then called over to the dining area: 'Bruce, do you mind coming in here, I think Nat is...' his sentence was cut off as Nat jumped up and ran to the nearest bathroom, throwing up all the food in her stomach into the opened toilet.

Soon she heard Clint's voice speaking soothingly behind her, as he held her hair back for her. Nat felt absolutely awful, and was soon dry retching, only stopping when Bruce asked her for the fifth time, as he and Clint carefully led her away from the bathroom, and back to the couch, where now all the team including Pepper and Morgan were gathered.

Clint softly lowered her onto the couch as she gasped for air. 'Okay, let's get you checked out okay, Nat?' Bruce asked, having procured a stethoscope out of nowhere.

Stethoscope. Just like the one he held. Nat's eyes widened at the sigh of the instrument, but Bruce didn't notice. Stethoscope. Cold. He'd hold it to her chest. He'd tell her to breathe in deep. Then he'd punch her. Her breathing was rapid now.

'Hey Tasha, it's okay, it's okay.' Clint soothed her, unsure of why she was gasping for air, softly stroking her red hair behind her ears. 'You'll be okay, alright? Bruce is just going to check what's wrong.'

Natasha breathed louder. he punched her in the chest. He stabbed her. Shot her in the leg. He wanted to know how she would react to pain. She wasn't allowed to react. She had to be emotionless. She had to be a robot.

'Natasha?' Pepper asked softly, stretching out her hand to her friend, but stopped when she flinched away. Nat's eyes were wild as saucers, her whole body was trembling and she was slowly backing away from her friends, a hunted look in her eyes.

'милая?' Clint asked, concern written over his face. Then, she ran. She leaped up. Her heart was pounding. She saw stairs. She went up them. Nausea was thick in her throat. Halfway up she stopped and retched on the floor. She was up again. She heard voices shouting behind her. She reached the roof. She had a grapple gun. She shot it. She went to another roof. And another. Another. Another. Leave. She had to leave.

*** Clint POV, 3 hours later ***

Clint's heart was still beating hard in his chest as he scaled every building in New York, trying to see any sign of life from his wife.

They had soon realised she had gone into a flashback and was close to having a panic attack. By the time they realised she was running, they were too late to catch up to her. Maybe she was sick, but she still was a trained assassin and spy, who could disappear to anyone.

Clint's phone rang: it was the team groupchat.

He picked up: 'Any sign?'

'No.' Several voices answered, then Fury's voice came over the phone:

'Anyone in contact with Spider-Man.'

Awkward silence.

'Great, so whoever is in contact with him, call him and ask him to help. He can cover a lot of ground and is pretty intuitive, maybe he might figure out where she is.'

'Okay.' Clint breathed, 'I don't have his contact though.'

'We do.' Bucky and Sam intoned at the same time.

'For real?!' Tony grumbled, 'Can I have his contact?'

'No.' Bucky answered smugly, 'If you want his contact information you'll have to befriend him first. Just like we did.'

'Unfair!'

Sam: 'I have him on ringing.' they heard a click as the phone was picked and a voice came over it, the wind distorting his voice: he was probably swinging around New York, more specifically in Queens.

'Hey Sam wassup?' Spider-Man's cheery voice answered the phone.

'Uhh, a lot.' Came Sam's dumb response, making Clint roll his eyes, 'We need your help with something Spidey.'

'Oh yeah sure I can help what.... oh hold on a sec.' Spider-Man answered. Over the phone, lots of grunts could be heard and Spidey's usual quips: 'Your mom never taught you not to steal?!' 'Hey, it's rude to hit a lady!' 'Behave yourself like the child you are, sir!' the line went dead after that and they heard Spider-Man call a commissioner, saying he had yet another crook for him. Then his voice came back to them: 'Sorry about that, what's going on? Somebody about to die?' he joked, though quickly regretted it when Clint gasped at the idea:

'Oh Mr Hawkeye sir I was joking, I'm sure that whoever is in trouble will be fine! So what's going... oh and I oop, needa help someone real quick.' his voice disappeared, leaving Clint a few second to think about how Spidey had even heard him gasp. In the background he heard the honk of a car, and then Spidey's voice: 'Be careful when crossing next time kid, I'm not always around you know!' 'Yeah, no, it's fine kid: you're safe, that's all that really matters!' 'Where's your mom?' 'Ah hi mum of Sammy, here you have him back, might I suggest a leash?' a laugh made it's way through the phone line as Spiderman said this, then his conversation was lost in the noises of traffic, finally he talked to them again:

'Sorry about that. Anyway, what is up?'

'Natasha is gone.' Clint responded, now knowing Spidey could hear him through the phone, though how he did not know. Maybe super hearing?

'Kidnapped?' Came the shocked voice from across the line, worry etching every syllable in red.

'No, she was sick and threw up, then Bruce went to look what was wrong with her but accidentally caused her to go into a flashback, then she ran away and onto the roof, that was 3 hours ago.'

Spider-Man hissed on the other end: 'Okay, I'll hack into some databases to get security footage of her last-known location.' he informed Clint.

'You do know a law-enforcer is on this line right?' Agent Hill quiried, her tone dissaproving.

'Oh my goodness ma'am from the police department: it's fine, I'm hacking into SHIELD, that has nothing to do with you!' Spider-Man said, trying to reassure her. Silence came over the phone. 'Awh Frippity-Frap-Frap, you're with SHIELD aren't ya?' Spidey's guilty voice came.

'Lang....' Steve was about to say, then hesitated, 'Wait, what did you say?'

'Frippity-Frap-Frap.' Spider-man repeated, 'Technically I didn't curse.'

'Okay that is now the new F-word.' Tony decided with a laugh.

'Okay but the lady on the phone is from SHIELD?'

'Yeah.'

'Ah. Sorry not sorry. You need to get better firewalls, this is the 54th time this month I hack into you guys to get info I need.'

'What.' Fury's voice came over the phone, trying to sound stern, but it was clear to hear he was impressed.

'I like to hack.' Spider-Man stated simply, 'If you ever need anyone to hack into Hydra,... I'm the man to call.'

'I might take you up on that offer.' Nick Fury admitted, then they heard an oh from Spidey:

'Found her last appearance 10 minutes ago on 5th avenue, the yellow house. I'll go west from there, Captain Puerto Rico can take north, Katniss can take south, the SHIELD people who are kind and would not arrest me can take east, then the othes can take south-east, north-south etc. That sound like a plan?'

Multiple affirmatives sounded over the phone. 'Okay, I'll give you a ring if I find her. Sam if you guys find her, give me a ring okay? Don't wanna be searching for nothing.'

'Will do.'

'K. See you.' there was a click and the phone was hung up. Silence filled the phone line, until Steve spoke up:

'Wait, did we just take orders from someone who is not even on the team?'

'Huh.' Tony responded dumbly, 'Fury can he join the team.'

A sigh came from Fury: 'I already asked him thrice.'

'Huh? So he is an avenger?' Clint inquired.

'He rejected the offer thrice as well.' Fury pouted, whilst Hill laughed: 

'Poor Nick has never been rejected ever, it really bruised his ego.' she told the Avengers, making several laugh and ask how he had reacted. Clint however didn't listen to the answer, as he jumped over roofs in the direction Spidey had given him: he had to find Nat.

*** Spidey POV ***

Spidey swung through new york, having already passed by the avenue where the black widow had been seen last. He swung by a roof, when his senses went off. Not in a warning sort of way: just in a way to let him know someone was there.

He quickly swung unto the roof, to find Natasha Romanoff seated on it, her back to the chimney, her chest heaving slowly. She was sleeping.

Spidey smiled and slowly walked over to her, making sure not to scare her: he did not want a knife to his throat. He gently prodded her shoulder: 'Natasha Romanoff?' he whispered, and promplty found a knife at his throat: so much for that goal.

She was in top the second he prodded her shoulder and had drawn her knife. 'Whoah, whoah, it's me. Spider-Man! Your friend whom you deffinetly do not want to murder!' he cried out, raising his hands palms up to assure her.

Recognition filled her face as she removed the knife from his throat and removed him from the deadlock she had him in. He massaged his neck, checking for any blood, but found she had drawn none:

'So hi.' he said awkwardly, making her laugh softly:

'Hi, Spidey.' She chuckled: 'Tony will be so jealous I got to meet his hero and he couldn't.'

Spidey laughed: 'Yeah, he talks about me a lot doesn't he? Honestly, I thought he'd stop after a few weeks of gushing and find something new to find interesting.' he casually said, not even realising what he was saying.

Natasha's head snapped up: 'Wait, how do you know that?' she asked, spy-mode activated.

Spidey, who now knew she would figure it out in a few seconds, decided to be cheeky: 'Guess.' he simply stated, making her furrow her brows, then realisation came to her face and she grinned:

'Peter? Peter Parker?' she asked with a grin as he nodded, then she realised even more: 'Oh my, every time he gushes about Spider-Man you tell him that Spider-Man is dumb! Do you just do that to antagonize him?!' Peter grinned as he took his mask off:

'No harm in antagonizing Tony occasionally now is there?' he admitted, making her chuckle. 'I heard you were sick.' he stated simply.

Natasha shrugged: 'It's nothing: just being nauseous lately, headaches and just been drained in general. Might've thrown up a bit back at SI.' she looked away unhappily, 'Might've freaked out over a stethoscope. Silly right?' she stated more than asked, but saw Spidey shake his head:

'I freak out over dumber stuff. I freak out the second I see rubble. Remember with Sam and Bucky and they might've told you I talked their ears off for an hour about movies?'

'Yeah, they mentioned you like pop-culture movies. Like a lot.' Natasha said with a sad smile, not sure where he was going with this:

'I was talking constantly because I wanted to avoid getting a panic attack from all the rubble and dust. Even pebbles sometimes have that effect on me if they look remotely like broken cement.'Nat lifted her head in confusion:

'Why?'

'I was once crushed under a falling building when fighting a villain and had a hard time getting out.' he answered simply, then grinned cheekily: 'Or I guess twice now. Point is: we all have stuff we freak out over. Tony freaked out not three weeks ago because he was worried about my health. Honestly, compared to that, stethoscopes are pretty reasonable.'

Nat laughed: 'You and I both know that's a lie.'

Peter shrugged innocently. They fell into companioable silence, until Nat spoke up: 'Look, the reason I freaked out...'

'It's okay,' Peter cut her off, 'You don't need to feel obligated to tell me.' he added with a smile, but Nat shook her head:

'I have to to tell. The doctor in the Red Room, he used one of those and listened to my breathing as I was punched, stabbed and shot. If my breathing became too eratic, I was punished even more.'

Peter swallowd: 'That's...that's....wow.' he just said, looking at her dumbly: 'I'm sorry. Though from personal experience I know those words don't really mean a lot, do they?' 

'No, no they don't, but thanks for saying them anyway.' Natasha laughed, her mood already much better.

'Ready to go back to your friends?' She nodded, then Peter furrowed his brows: 'Wait, how did you say you were feeling recently.'

Nat shrugged: 'Nauseous, headaches, tired.' Peter cocked his head to the side slightly, a concentrated look in his eyes as Natasha looked at him questionably. His face turned happy:

'Miss Romanoff, you ever watch Injustice?'

'Call me Nat, and yeah.'

'Remember when Supes used his super hearing for something?'

'Yeah, he found out Lois was pregnant and.... oh. my, goodness. Am I pregnant?'

Peter just grinned and laughed, nodding his head. 'Now let's go tell Clint before he dies from worry.' he quipped, scooping her up in an arm and swinging back to where he knew Clint would be, secretely already wondering what the baby would be named.