Kidnapping

Natasha watched as Christopher downed the large bottle of whiskey, his stomach visibly bulging from the intake.

"Uh--" Christopher's attempt at speaking was interrupted by a hearty burp as he slammed the empty bottle onto the bar with a resounding thud. "We can talk now!" he declared, his voice slightly slurred.

The bar erupted into warm applause, praising Christopher's impressive drinking feat.

"Bro, you've got some serious drinking skills."

"What's your name, man?"

"Seriously, that was epic. Can't believe you downed that whole bottle."

"I'm impressed by your capacity, dude."

"I'll buy you a drink, mate."

The crowd was eager to engage with Christopher, offering drinks and camaraderie. Natasha observed the scene with a knowing smile, recognizing both the charm and the danger of Christopher's allure.

Christopher's sudden outburst shattered the jovial atmosphere. With a loud bang, he slammed his palm onto the bar, leaving a distinct imprint and sending glasses clattering to the floor. His command to the women surrounding him was forceful: "Get out."

Frightened, the women scattered, and onlookers quickly followed suit, leaving Christopher and Natasha alone in the aftermath of his display of power.

Natasha's expression turned serious as Christopher turned to her, his gaze intense. "Tell me where the vibranium is in SHIELD," he demanded.

"What do you intend to do with it?" Natasha countered, her tone conveying her suspicion. She had a sinking feeling that Christopher's interest in the vibranium was far from benign.

"Don't worry about it, just tell me where the vibranium is stored in SHIELD," Christopher urged, cutting straight to the chase.

Natasha rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "Give me the Transformers first, and then we'll talk," she countered, her tone laced with sarcasm.

"You're asking for a lot for just a piece of information. You're quite the negotiator," Christopher remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Natasha's expression turned serious as she reminded him of past grievances. "You forget how you tricked me before, causing me to crash into the sea when Optimus destroyed my plane. Then, when I risked everything to steal vibranium for you, you turned me away. You lied, hurt, and rejected me. Don't you think you owe me?"

Christopher listened, guilt weighing on him as Natasha laid out her grievances. "I'll upgrade Iron Man Tony's armor and the Jarvis system for you. They'll be even more powerful than his current setup," he offered, hoping to make amends.

Christopher had been diligently upgrading Iron Man's gear since learning of his injuries, relying on Optimus for insights into Tony's latest developments. Though he hadn't put much effort into it, he was confident Natasha would find the upgrades satisfactory.

Natasha considered his offer, then laid out her conditions. "I want a customized, female version of the steel armor, like the Transformers. It needs to transform into a plane, speedboat, submarine, drill, and sports car," she demanded, her tone firm.

Christopher agreed readily. "Deal. I'll start on the armor, and then you tell me about the vibranium," he agreed, eager to secure the information.

Natasha wasn't about to let Christopher off the hook easily. "Why should I trust you? You've burned me before," she retorted, her distrust evident.

Christopher felt a pang of frustration. "Can't you tell me first? It's urgent," he pressed, his impatience showing.

But Natasha remained resolute, wary of being deceived again. "Your track record doesn't inspire confidence. Make the armor first, then we'll talk," she insisted, playing it safe.

Christopher hesitated, torn between his urgency and Natasha's distrust.

He contemplated the idea of kidnapping SHIELD agents to extract the whereabouts of the vibranium, but the risk of alerting the enemy loomed large in his mind.

However, Natasha was a different story. SHIELD had abandoned her, leaving her to her own devices. Even if she didn't possess the precise location of the vibranium, her connections within SHIELD could prove invaluable.

Christopher muttered to himself, "Natasha's stubbornness is unmatched. Perhaps kidnapping her is the solution."

Noticing Christopher's gaze, Natasha quipped with a smirk, "Am I that captivating? You can't seem to take your eyes off me."

"Do you not have anything to say?" Christopher inquired seriously.

"Give me what I want first, and then we'll talk," Natasha stubbornly insisted.

"Very well. You brought this upon yourself," Christopher declared as he rose from his seat.

Sensing trouble, Natasha eyed Christopher warily, asking, "What are you planning?"

"It's not up to you," Christopher retorted with an ominous grin. Without hesitation, he sprang into action, his movements swift and skilled.

However, Natasha, with over ninety years of life experience and combat training from the Soviet Union's Red Room, proved to be a formidable opponent. She countered Christopher's advances with agility and precision, her enhanced physical abilities and mastery of various martial arts proving invaluable.

Despite Christopher's Spider-Man enhancements, Natasha's speed caught him off guard. He swiftly commanded, "Optimus, cut off nearby power sources!"

A sudden blackout engulfed the bar, plunging it into chaos once more. Undeterred, Christopher bellowed, "Everyone, leave now! If you stay, you'll face the consequences."

Witnessing Christopher's strength and authority, the patrons wasted no time in evacuating the premises, leaving Christopher and Natasha alone to settle their conflict.

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