<div class="floatleft">(http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/91ULnOCOYXL._SX425_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Black Widow/Natasha Romanov<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York City, Stark Tower<br/><strong>Whereabouts</strong>The *Lounge* Area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black Dress, with matching Shoes<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Captain America, Spider Woman, Wolverine, Hulk, Invisible Woman, Hyperion, Hawkeye and Iron Man<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>It was a night that they all needed, to leave their cares behind from the year that was. Natasha felt very happy in the company of so many good friends who meant so much to her as these souls did here in the room. They were a family for better or for worse and she was proud to be one of them. She knew things weren't perfect but things were better then they had been and she knew the new year was a new begging for all of them. They all had New Year wishes around the room for a stress free year with less adventures as they were so accustomed to.<br/><br/>The celebrations went on and no other heroes attended, but they did receive several messages from friends saying they wished they could be there but for whatever reason couldn't be. They started the countdown to New Year as it was blaring out from Tonys Large flatscreen tv which seemed the seize of a mini cinema screen. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, "Happy New Year!" everyone in the room chimed together almost.<br/><br/>Just then the room suddenly became very cold as a ghust of wind seemed to come in from no where and the Avengers were on alert. They knew they were under attacked, a second into the new year and something was making an unwelcome visit here in Stark Tower. A familair green mist filled the space and took center in the middle of the room!<br/><br/>Once it dissipated the familiar tall figure of the Asguardian Witch known as Amora the Enchantress was before the Avengers. She was one of the teams oldest and most deadly foes, second only to maybe the likes of Loki and Ultron. She was dressed in her signature green and black costume and was looking all kinds of angry. Her fists were glowing green energy of a velocity Natasha hadn't seen before (as she had studied the videos of the first team of Avengers who went up against Amora.) She looked to be carrying more power, you could tell by her body language and her eyes were bloodshot red with tears stained on her cheecks.<br/><br/>(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8e96tjeUe1rbwwtso1_500.gif)<br/><br/>"My Love is Dead! And you Mortals stand around and cheer another insignificant passage of time within youre pathetically brief exisance!" She spat at them through gritted teeth as she directly eyeballed Stark and Rogers. Natasha looked form the faces of her friends and colleagues, her love? Thor? Was he dead? He hadn't been heard from in the last week, everyone just presumed he would turn up here at the party, last anyone knew he had business to attended to in New Mexico. But before anyone could utter a word to the enraged Enchantress she threw up her arms and started firing out energy blasts of magic which caused parts of the room to explode! The Avengers were flung from across the room as Amora launched her attack on them, it was clear she had every intention of killing them all.<br/>The waiting staff and musicians Tony had hired were fleeing in fear, screaming as the Enchatress screamed a blood curdeling howl which was full of mournful rage. Natasha accidently crashed into Tony and the two slid towards the mini bar.<br/><br/>Enchantress then used her power to grabb hold of Steve and pull him towards her. "Did you even know or care Thor has been slain and now resides in the clutches of Hela?" She said as she grabbed him by the throat and squeezed with her right hand as her left hand continued fireing across the room hitting Hakweye and then Banner. Oh God, Banner, Natasha knew the Enchantress had manipulated Hulk before and the less then jolly green giant had nothing but hatred for her. And Steve, someone had to get to Rogers before the vengeful goddess snapped his neck like a toothpick. "W-What do we do?" Widow asked the Iron Man who was yet to suit up.