James jumped back to avoid being fired upon. She was good, which was no surprise. There was no way Natasha would waste her time working with amateurs. In a way, it was somewhat refreshing to fight someone on almost, if not the same level he and Natasha were on. He had always thought that as time had gone on, people had gotten softer, but maybe he was wrong.
He pulled one of his own pistols from the holsters strapped around his shoulders and fired. He aimed to shoot her in the foot or her leg. As far as he was concerned, she was not going to die.