Shailee Thakkar and Natasha Romanoff are not (thesavior) wrote in doorslogs,
Between the news and Pepper and Cap, it didn't take Natasha long to find the two figures trying to break people out of the frozen cars. Her boots threatened to slip-slide over the frozen asphalt, and she took a moment to bend down and release the small metal spikes from under the rubber sole of her boots. They were meant to be helpful in fights, but Natasha had found herself using them for less violent purposes far too often for her liking.
She hadn't expected to recognize the woman, but the feeling of familiarity washed over almost instantly. "Hello, Sam. Shailee is glad to see you're al-"
The burst of dripping acid cut her short, and Natasha backpedaled quickly to get a better view of its trajectory. She whipped out her sidearm from her holster, and shot once, twice, thrice, in an attempt to slow it down. As expected, it didn't work at all. If anything, it seemed to make the hideous beat angrier.