<div class="floatleft">(http://www.flickeringmyth.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/Captain-America-The-Winter-Soldier-2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York City - Stark Tower ~ Streets of New York<br/><strong>Whereabouts:</strong>Lounge ~ Streets<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black cat suit<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/>Natasha followed James down to the garage and climbed onto the back of his bike. Usually, she would ride her own motorcycle. But this wasn't a usual situation. The bike revved to life and Natasha wrapped her arms around his mid-section as he raced down the terror filled streets.<br/><br/>People were screaming and running in all directions. Natasha felt like everything was all too familiar from when Loki had his alien army invade. Deep in the pit of her stomach, she knew this was different. Something seemed...off.<br/><br/>"Catch you later!" Natasha called out over the noise, before hopping off the bike and rolling along the ground a few times. People were still screaming and running, so Natasha did her best to make herself heard over the noise.<br/><br/>"Go! Get out of here! It's not safe here!" She yelled as she ran down the street, opposite where everyone else was going. "Stay out of the way! Stay out of the way!" People poured out of the Baxter building from all entrances. Natasha came around the front of the building and saw the huge alien ship. At that moment, she saw a tank collide with it. When the dust settled, it looked as though nothing had happened to it.<br/><br/>"What the hell was that?" Natasha spoke into her comm device. She looked around and saw the number of civilians dwindling down. The door of the ship opened, and a familiar face appeared.<br/><br/>"Wanda..." She looked...evil. It was obvious things were about to get really bad in the blink of an eye. Wanda, or Famine, shot a hex bolt at Wasp and the tiny hero grew to normal size and writhed in pain on the ground.<br/><br/>"This is bad..." She muttered as James came up beside her. Quickly, she grabbed her pistols holstered to her thighs and held them at her sides; one in each hand. Something told her that the other missing heroes wouldn't be far behind, now...