Author's Note: Needless to say this is not Rated M because it's not going into that territory people. This T for obvious reasons though. Some oddly humorous situations and jokes will occur that aren't typically kid friendly but there's no mind altering lust drug sex happening, sorry to whoever might have been hoping for that, haha. Just a few not too long chapters that I hope will give you a good laugh :)

Chemical Romance:

"Now you're in my head
and it's out of my hands"

Natasha folded her arms across her chest as Tony stood clad in his Iron Man suit and studied the strange looking cube on a pedestal in the lab. Of all the people she had to be the only one available to actually go with him besides Bruce who had been smart enough to stay on the Quinjet. "You've been staring at that thing for the last ten minutes, Stark," Natasha reminded him as she stepped over to him and the cube, "we had to knock out eleven scientists and two dozen armed guards, you do realize more are bound to show up right?"

"Uh-huh," he murmured with disinterest.

"Tell me—what could you possibly learn about a cube by staring at it?" she asked with an eyebrow quirked up, "if you don't think it's safe—don't touch it, simple as that."

"Yeah, yeah, my scan just finished," Tony told her with a huff of annoyance, "no radiation, or poisons, or any wonky signals coming off the thing—so you know, safety first is my motto."

Natasha rolled her eyes, "That's never been your motto."

"Touche," he admitted. Still, she had absolutely no sense of scientific curiosity and it drove him nuts. For a woman who was so keen on knowing all the details one would think she would have some curiosity for science. He reached out, grasped the device in his hands and he couldn't resist mumbling further about her lack of interest, "You know I really don't understand why people aren't more fascinated by science. Think of all the breakthroughs we've had. Cures for diseases, computers, internet—shawarma, that one was pure scientific glory. And guns, you like guns, hell...science made your suit, Romanoff."

"Doesn't mean I need to know the inner workings," Natasha assured him with an air of indifference, "especially on the shawarma."

He snickered and he might have noticed his hand pushed a button if it weren't encased in armor. Unfortunately he didn't realize he had done anything to the cube until a pinkish mist sprayed out and right into the former assassin's face. "Oh...whoops?" Tony muttered out when the rather hostile look crossed her expression. She was wafting it away with her hand, eyes closed and she coughed a good three times while he grimaced behind his helmet.

"I'm going to kill you," Natasha choked out in an instant. Opening her eyes only lead to her vision being blurred and blacked out. She couldn't make heads or tails of anything.

"You uh—you okay?" Tony dared to ask.

She blinked several times in an attempt to clear her sight but nothing came through clear. She was definitely going to kill him. Just as soon as she could see him.

"...Romanoff?"

"I can't see," she informed him with more than a little frustration.

Tony frowned in an instant and shoved the cube into the bag hanging on his armor. "Bruce?" he called into the comm.

"Please don't say Code: Green."

"Not a Code: Green, buddy, but uh—we got a little problem, more of a Code: Romanoff is going to murder me, which I'm going to need a better name for by the way...take note of that," Tony informed him, "the cube I picked up sprayed something in her face. She can't see anything." He tested the theory by waving his hand in front of her face and he yelped when her hand snatched his arm. He realized by watching how her eyes stared straight forward though that it was an instinct rather than sight that allowed her to do it. "Yep...she can't see but her spidey senses are most definitely on par."

"Get her back to the jet, now."

Tony assumed that was going to be the response. "You heard the man, Romanoff," he mentioned.

"Don't even think abo—" she was cut off when Tony hauled her right over the shoulder of his metal armor. She knew she released an 'oomph' when he did it and he blew out the window with a repulsor before he flew them through it. Flight wasn't at all a good sensation when she couldn't see a damn thing and when he put her back on her feet in the jet several minutes later she felt more than a little nauseous. She lowered her head for a second and took a few steadying breaths when she felt the movement beside her. She grabbed whatever hand reached for her next before she remembered it was friendly rather than hostile.

"Woah...just me," Bruce assured the redhead who held a death grip on his wrist. He shot Tony a dirty look because he knew the billionaire hadn't given Natasha any warning before grabbing the woman who couldn't see and taking flight.

"You did emphasize the 'now' part," Tony reminded him as he moved to the cockpit and removed his helmet, "I'll set the course for home. Better figure out what that stuff was."

Bruce shook his head before he looked back at Natasha. "Alright, come on," he told her when her hand finally released him. He put a steadying hand on her arm now and led her to one of the bench seats, "Sit down, let me take a look." For someone who couldn't see Natasha was surprisingly adept at knowing where things were because she sat down without needing to feel for the seat. "You've lost your sight before?" he questioned out of pure curiosity.

"Sort of," Natasha answered with a shrug. He certainly didn't need to know that she had trained blindfolded on more than one occasion and also memorized the layout of the jet and most other places she spent a lot of her time.

"That's ambiguous as always," he stated with a chuckle. He inclined his head to the side slightly and he supposed he hadn't really expected a real answer from her anyways. "About to touch you so—you know...try not to get handsy again," Bruce joked with her.

Natasha felt one corner of her mouth twitch upward of its own volition. "I think I'll be able to contain myself," she told him.

Bruce chuckled as he gripped her chin lightly in his hand and then he shined the penlight in one eye, then the other, then back to the first. "Normal pupil dilation," he stated, "can you see anything?"

"Sort of, mostly dark but a couple blurry bits of light," Natasha told him. His hand was gone from her face and she sat in silence as she listened to him opening a case and digging through it.

"Incoming again," Bruce warned her. Her chuckle was a relief to him because she was certainly taking this a lot better than most others would in her position, not including the part where she threatened to kill Tony, but he didn't entirely blame her for that one. He gripped her chin in his hand again and tilted her head up. "Alright, what I've got here is a saline solution. I'm going to see if we can rinse out whatever that chemical was. Better safe than sorry, I'd rather not leaving it settling," he warned next.

"I suppose a blind spy wouldn't be quite so useful," Natasha quipped.

Bruce smiled even though she couldn't see it. "Honestly somehow I don't think that would deter you in the slightest," he mumbled and again she was chuckling. "This'll sting, try not to blink though," he stated before he began pouring the solution. Her mouth was closed in a thin line but he could see her facial muscles tightening as he did it, yet even so she didn't blink once and he had to admit he was more than impressed by that. "You are by far the easiest patient I've ever had," he joked, glad to see that tight thin line of her lips quirk up slightly with a hint of amusement.

"That's a jab at me, I just know it," Tony called out from the cockpit.

Bruce snickered as he switched to her other eye and repeated what he had just done. Again he saw her facial muscles contract but again she didn't move in any other manner or bat an eye. He placed the empty bottle down before he lifted the towel and patted her face with it, then he eased her chin back down to a normal position. "Alright, blink a few times and tell me if it's any better," he told her. He watched as she did what he asked. Her eyes were red around the edges and the green in them was shining much brighter due to the solution.

Natasha blinked her eyes closed, then open, closed, then open. Slowly with each time it was a little better and on the third time she could actually make out Bruce's face. "Better," she told him, "still blurry but I can sort of see you now."

"That's good," Bruce assured her as he dug through the bag for another bottle of the solution. "One more round should clear you all up then so at least that's good news," he added. He forgot to actually warn her he was about to touch her again but she didn't try to stop him even if he saw her body stiffen on contact. He supposed most people wouldn't have noticed because it was almost a nonexistent shift in her posture but he made it a personal habit to note people's change in body language, mostly because he avoided actually talking to most people when possible. "Sorry," he apologized in an instant.

Natasha merely shrugged with an air of nonchalance but she was surprised he noticed so she said the only thing she could think to, "It's fine. Suppose I should've seen it coming, eh?"

Bruce chuckled in an instant. He hadn't talked with Natasha nearly enough to realize she could actually be funny if she wanted to be. Normally she was rather indifferent to them all, the occasional smile and controlled little laughs. Even as he started the second round of saline solution he wondered if she ever just let loose a little, relaxed, or did things that were outside her comfort zone. He supposed if he asked that out loud though she would probably say something about the pot calling the kettle black. He was outside his own comfort zone on a daily basis around the team and yet she just seemed to have a fortress around herself that was impenetrable even to herself. No one in, no Natasha out. Once again he finished what he was doing and he put the bottle aside, patted her face with the towel, then released her chin, "Alright—blink away."

She did as he said once more and blinked her eyes a few more times. Finally when she opened them Bruce's face came in completely clear and the strangest sensation ran through her body. Before she could stop it her entire body shivered and she saw the look of concern cross his face. She spoke before he could, "Perfect."

"Okay..." Bruce murmured as he narrowed his eyes. Her reaction was odd and suddenly the redhead looked entirely uncomfortable, a look he'd never actually seen on her before. "Are you okay?" he asked with uncertainty.

Natasha shook it off, quite literally as she shifted her head from side to side for a moment and then she gave him a smile, "I'm fine."

Bruce glanced up at the cockpit as Tony flew the jet and he frowned, "Tony, how long until we're back?"

"Two hours."

He looked back over at Natasha and was surprised to see how intently she was now studying him. Nobody had ever looked at him with quite that much intensity and he swallowed dryly. "I want to run a few tests when we get back, make sure that stuff didn't do anything else to you," he told her once he managed to get over the strange interaction.

"Sure," Natasha agreed. It was a few seconds later when he was on the opposite end of the jet when her mind started questioning her easy agreement. She never agreed to examinations that easily and she rubbed at her face a little with confusion.

"Natasha?"

She took an uneasy breath before she glanced back over at Bruce.

"Are you sure you feel okay?" Bruce questioned again. She looked utterly baffled before he had said her name and he knew his concern was displayed over his face when she stopped rubbing at her confused face and looked at him. He glanced at the tiny bumps that had appeared on what little skin was showing on her and then he asked the next question, "Cold?"

"Just a chill," she told him with a shrug as she leaned back on the bench seat. That changed in seconds as Bruce came back towards her and crouched down in front of her. "Okay...now I'm a little warm," she mentioned with baffled curiosity.

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. "Well you're a little flushed but there's no fever," he told her. He felt his brow furrow when the redhead shivered again regardless of the pink tinge to her skin from her neck all the way up to her ears. "Alright...you definitely need an exam when we get back," he told her with a frown. He pulled his hand away and moved back when she shifted a rather unhappy look in Tony's direction.

"Stark, I swear you better figure out what you did to me back there or when I kill you it's going to be slow and painful," Natasha warned the billionaire up front. She was more than happy to see him shift rather uncomfortably before he actually dared to look back at her with a more stoic expression of false amusement.

"Sure, sure, duly noted."

Natasha squinted it him in annoyance before she looked back at Bruce, "Why isn't he sick?"

"Filtration system in his suit I'm guessing," Bruce answered with a chuckle.

"Maybe I should make one for you," Tony called out over his shoulder, "didn't anyone ever tell you not to inhale, Romanoff?"

Natasha picked up the empty bottle of solution and used her back to 50/50 vision to send it careening right into the back of his head.

"Was that really necessary?" Tony grumbled out as he rubbed the back of his head.

Bruce let his laughter out silently and he knew his shoulders were shaking from trying not to laugh. He shook his head before he looked back at Natasha. The normally silent spy had an oddly easy look to her face rather than the carefully concocted neutrality or the false display of happiness he was used to seeing. It was strange. Her eyes even had a more pleasant look to them, like the all the terrible things that had hardened them just didn't exist for a moment. To be honest it was an astonishingly almost delicate look to her that reminded him she was so much younger than her life experiences let her look and feel on a regular basis. He also knew he stared far too long because she rolled her shoulders as a clear sign of discomfort and regarded him almost warily all the sudden.

"What?" Natasha dared to ask as Bruce stared at her with a rather amazed expression for several minutes. The red lit up the poor man's face when he realized what he had been doing and she couldn't resist poking fun at him regardless of the fact she knew it was actually just sheer embarrassment, "So am I contagious or do I just look particularly pretty today, Doc?"

Tony snorted out a laugh in an instant at her comment.

Bruce felt the heat further envelop his face immediately. "No, no—neither of those," he assured her. Both of her eyebrows raised up and he could hear Tony snickering all over again when he realized what he had just said to her. "Oh...crap. That—that's not what I meant," he assured her quickly.

Natasha leaned forward into his person bubble so that there was only a fraction of space between their noses and regarded him with a playful expression, "So you think I look pretty?" The man swallowed heavily and she knew it was just a little too mean to continue any further when he looked like he just might piss his pants. She tapped his face playfully and winked, "I'm joking, Bruce."

He cleared his throat in discomfort when Natasha finally left his person bubble, leaned back on the bench seat, then shifted to a position where she was laying down instead. He was never more relieved to hear someone say her next words.

"I'm going to sleep, wake me up when we're back for your tests," Natasha informed him as she closed her eyes and turned on her side to face away from him. She swore if those two weren't here and her body felt any hotter though then she might have just stripped down and slept naked.

This isn't my usual writing style as I'm sure most of you already could tell. Normally I write in the perspective of a single person until I switch scenes but for this story I'll go with the more normal style of seeing the other characters thoughts and perspectives as well.