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Natasha is a super secret spy (firstwidow) wrote in marvel_prep,

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.