natalia romanova [marvel] (black_and_red) wrote in lovedlines, @ 2012-06-18 15:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | &natasha/clint, *abandoned, 024, @marvel/dc |
Natasha wasn't in the best mood. Her mission wasn't going exactly as planned, and Clint was on his way. She didn't mind that Clint was on his way, what she minded was that this was one of those unbelievably rare occurrences that her plans had fallen through. If there was anything the Black Widow prided herself on, it was knowing people's moves before they made them. And in this instance, she'd missed something crucial. Instead of the deal going down in a week, like she'd suspected it would be, the date had been bumped up. To tonight. She had to get in, stop the deal from happening, and get out without any plans on how to manage any of that. It was going to get ugly. And that's why she wanted to wait for Hawkeye to show up, but she couldn't wait forever or she'd miss her opportunity.
Having changed into her catsuit earlier, the Black Widow sat in the rafters of the supposedly abandoned warehouse. She'd snuck in through the roof, made her way through the shadows, took inventory of hired hands and the weapons she could see. She could handle the six guards by herself easy if they weren't heavily armed. But they were. And besides the six thugs, there were five other men in the room who very likely had smaller weapons tucked away where she couldn't see. It wasn't impossible, but the odds weren't really in her favor.
"Eleven," she whispered into her com. "Heavily armed." Natasha had her voice so low that her voice was barely a whisper. But if Hawkeye was on the com, she knew he'd hear her. She had the volume on her receiver down just as low, probably lower. She thought that she heard someone (probably Clint) tell her to hold off, but there wasn't time to waste.
So she dropped in on them, literally. Black Widow landed directly on top of the closest cluster of thugs, taking down three of them at once. She was moving before they realized they were down, twisting necks, breaking legs, picking up one weapon and dismantling the others as quickly as possible. For the first few moments, it felt like everything was going right.
And then some asshat jumped from somewhere above her and landed right on her head. She was woozy. It felt like Bruce's Other Guy had thrown her across the room. Was that blood? Was she bleeding? Natasha was in a haze for a moment, just a moment. Just long enough for the others to close in on her. She closed her eyes, took a breath, ignoring the ropes they were trying to wrap her up in, and then moved. Legs first, a couple of kicks to bring down the closest guys. Busting her head against the face of the guy behind her had sounded like a good idea when she thought of it, but considering she'd just been smashed on the cement, it really wasn't.
Natasha was dizzy, unstable, and out-numbered. And if she wasn't also bleeding, this would be no problem. She wouldn't admit it, but she was struggling just a little bit right at the moment. She probably should have waited for Clint.