The second Natasha saw Yelena's finger move past the trigger guard she was up and moving, the shots sending puffs of feathers into the air where they hit. It was enough to give her a little cover in the tight confines of the hotel room and enough of a distraction to allow her to cover the distance between the two women. One well-placed kick and the gun was no longer an issue, but Natasha was well aware of her target's abilities. A wrong move and she'd be on the receiving end of her own specialities.
"Give it up, Little One," she hissed as she sent a roundhouse wheeling towards Yelena's arms, making sure her Bite couldn't get anywhere close to her. "You know this is only ever going to end one way," Natasha had always been as keen in psychological warfare as the physical variety and this was no different. "Surrender and I'll let you live, drag this out and waste my time and I won't be quite so thoughtful," she warned.