The next morning Natasha woke up and took a shower. She checked her phone and saw that Lance had texted her, at least 10 times. She laughed at the text and put the phone down.

"TASHA!" Clint yelled.

"YES?" She yelled in return.

"THE PHONE, IT'S LANCE."

"COMING."

She ran up the stairs and took the phone off Clint.

"Hello? Yeah. No, No. I'll meet you in the garage. Yes. Wait down there, and text me as soon as you get there."

"Is it almost show time?" Tony asked.

"Yep. But we can't all just go at once. I'll go down, and you guys have to sped your sleeves amongst the garage. On my mark, Thor and Bruce, you get Lance, whilst me, Tony, Steve and Clint, ruin his precious car. Collateral damage." She grins. "But, hey, where's Steve?"

There was silence until someone tickled  Natasha from her waist.

"Steve." She gasped.

"Boo." He replied sarcastically with a grin on his face.

"I hate you." She laughed.

"Yeah, you to." He replied.

Steve went to the kitchen and began to make food for everyone, whilst Natasha went to get changed downstairs into something more comfortable, when Lance was to arrive. She wore black ripped jeans, a black tank top and black wedges. She took out a black cardigan and held it in her hand and went back upstairs.

The smell of Bacon and eggs greeted her nose and he peered over Steve and saw the food.

"Never knew you could cook." She said.

"Ah,after the Winter Solider living by yourself, meant that you would have to cook by yourself."

Natasha laughed to herself and took a seat with everyone else. Just as she was about to eat, she revived a message from Lance.

Lance: I'm downstairs.

Natasha: I'm on my way.

"Who's that?" Thor asked.

"Lance, he's downstairs." She tells them.

"Good, let's go. I can't wait to get my hands on Lance. How could he hurt you?" Clint said whilst picking out his golf stick.

"I agree. I dislike men who are such.,.., such Hussys." Thor added on.

"What's a hussy?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, is it a dog?" Natasha asked.

"No, I think it's a type of America food. You eat it with Shawarma, I think." Bruce states.

"No, I-"

"I believe Lance is downstairs, waiting?" Tony said.

They all took a golf Club and went either through the main entrance, the stairs, and Natasha took the lift.

Natasha hopped into the lift and went down to the garage level, and saw the team scattered around the garage.

"Lance." Natasha said.

"Natasha, hey." He replied nervously.

"You said you wanted to explain?"

"Yeah, listen.-"

"You've down enough talking. Now I guess it's my turn. Thor, Bruce, now would be a good time,." Natasha cuts off.

"Huh?" He questioned.

The gang circled Lance, and he was surprised.

"Umm. Tasha, who are they?"

"First off all, you never get to call me Tasha. And second off all, these are my fellow friends. Have you met the Avengers?"

"Most likely, have you met me?"

They all turned and saw Fury standing there.

"You managed to make on of my Top Agents cry, and an Avenger. That's hard, but you've done it. I'll take care of him."

Thor and Bruce held Lance by the arms whilst Fury began to punch him. The rest however, began to practically break the car into pieces. Natasha smashes the headlights of his car and Steve hit the window sill. Tony and Clint took the body the car and scrapped hit and hit it.

"That's enough!" Clint yelled.

They stood back and admired the broken car.

"Wait." Natasha said.

She took out a lighter and went and took gasoline, an viciously poured it all over the isolated, ruin, abandoned like car. She looked at Lance who was begging her not to.

She threw it and watched the car burn.

"NOO! I PAYED FOR THAT, HOW AM I MEANT TO TAKE MY WIFE AND KIDS AROUND?!" He yelled.

"Wife?" She whispered.

"Kids?" Tony shouted.

Natasha walked over to Lance and taser d him. She slapped him and watched his fall.

"Get out, before I make sure that you wished you where never born."