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Natasha is a super secret spy (firstwidow) wrote in marvel_prep,
@ 2014-10-31 18:41:00

Entry tags:

black widow, hawkeye

Thread: The Jig is Up (Clint & Natasha)
Characters: Natasha Romanoff & Clint Barton
NPCs: Bad Guy
Location: Bathroom of a random club
Timeline: Oct. 31, 2014, Evening
Description: Natasha is mid-mission when one of her closest friends sort of figures out she's working for SHIELD.
Rating: R, violence, Clint's language

Natasha was going to meet up with the others as soon as this mission was done. That's what the deal was with SHIELD and that was her plan. It helped that she had to be in costume for this one, and so her Catwoman costume would disguise her well enough among the various other women that were dressed as the same character. Lots of women were happy to get into a pair of thigh high boots and a tight black catsuit (no pun intended) with little ears and a mask. So to them, Natasha was just another face in the crowd.

She managed to lure the man into the men's room, which he'd kicked everyone out of. But then things didn't really go according to plan after that. He either knew who she was working for or was really good at telling when he was being set up. So instead of this being an easy mission, she was having to fight the guy who knew how to defend himself. He wasn't really looking to get away right then as much as take her out. Either that was knock her out to take her or kill her, and Natasha wasn't going to let either happen.

Her hand chopped into his neck and grunted, seizing her throat and pushing her hard against the tiled wall. Natasha bit by the pain and she brought her leg up to kick him but he knocked it down, squeezing her neck harder and cutting off her air supply. Each attempt she made to throw him off, he knocked away and she was starting to lose oxygen. Her mask was already gone somewhere, lying the floor from where he'd ripped it off and called her a few choice words in Hungarian.

Natasha mentally cursed when she saw the bathroom door open, but couldn't see who it was as gray clouded her vision.

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makestheshot
2014-11-02 07:47 pm UTC (link)

Clint was in costume as himself this year, yup. Yup. He had for a brief moment toyed with the idea of grabbing one of Mike's shirts and saying that his Halloween costume was that he was Mike, but - no. He hadn't even been that motivated. He was just random blonde-ish dude this Halloween. Or maybe if you wanted to get right particular he was a SHIELD academy student.

Ducking and weaving through the crowd, Clint was now a SHIELD academy student on a mission. Not a SHIELD academy mission, but a get to the bathroom mission. Simple enough, although the crowd of people in the bar was making that not as easy as it should have been. There were a few people outside the bathroom, grumbling about getting chased out.

Now - there where things Clint didn't want to see. A couple having a moment in the men's bathroom was one of those things, but come on - it was the bathroom. It was the only one in the club so - Clint took it upon himself to swing open the door, ready to yell in that the people in there needed to hurry up, and not monopolize the bathroom.

"Hey, - hey." Now everyone had their own idea of fun, but what was going on in the bathroom looked intense and - wait - wait he knew one of the participants. Now, what Natasha did in her spare time was her business, but that really didn't look like she was having fun.

"The fuck is going on, get the hell of her!" Clint let the door slam behind him, and in typical jump in before he thought about things Clint Barton fashion, he launched himself at the guy attempting to throtle Nat.

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firstwidow
2014-11-03 01:55 am UTC (link)

That voice. Natasha knew it. With the oxygen being cut off from her brain, it was a little slow to put a name with that voice. Clint hit the guy from behind and the man released Natasha with surprise. She coughed a bit after hitting the ground, hitting her chest a couple times before turning to see the Hungarian man wrestling with her friend. Oh god, this was bad. Natasha muttered a few curses in Russian under her breath and leaped at the guy from behind.

She immediately drew a wire from her wrist, where her gauntlets were used as part of her costume and dragged it across the guy's neck, pulling tight. Now it was his turn to be choked and he tumbled backwards, landing with his weight on Natasha and face up. She held her grip but the fall and the air pushed out made her lungs hurt and her eyes water a bit.

"Help!" she shouted as the man reached up to grab Natasha by the head with surprisingly flexibility and try to pull her forward. She pulled tighter, but he already had a grip on her and she needed Clint to do something, anything, to get him to lose his grip and just pass out like a good boy.

	makestheshot 2014-11-24 05:29 pm UTC (link)
	"Fine, fine, that's fair. But," he looked over at her with a grin. "When I can lie? And bluff like a master? You gotta invite some of your friends over." Because, he could put his newly acquired skills to use! He gave a shrug of his shoulders, about as good at accepting thanks as he was at letting people know he was thankful. "Sure, I mean - anytime." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)