Natalie Rakov ✖ Black Widow (widowssting) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-03-31 14:25:00 |
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Who. Natalie Rakov & NPC's
What. Natalie gets home late after patrol and is greeted by some unexpected visitors.
Where. Her apartment in Brooklyn, New York
When. Thursday night, March 31 2011
Warnings. Violence and strong language?
It had been another long night, as far as long nights went. She'd spent most of the morning waiting tables at the restaurant, when she wasn't running errands for the manager. Most of these errands were harmless, just collecting money for her boss where money was owed (and occasionally roughing up the clients in the process). Still, not exactly superhero material, so she kept this part of her day to herself. She and Natasha had been taking care of themselves for a long time now and they had some bad habits to break, but the do-gooding JL didn't need to know the dirty details. She could stop anytime she wanted to. Really. At least that's what she kept telling herself.
The afternoons she usually spent at the bar, making a good deal of cash in the ring. It wasn't her fault she had an extreme advantage over most of the guys roped in to fight her. She'd made quite a name for herself as the most unsuspecting, undefeated champion of the Brooklyn underground fight clubs, and even Natalie wasn't too humble not to be a little proud of it. Take the praise you're owed, that had always been her motto. Tonight, after she'd already worked up a sweat beating shit heads up for some extra pocket money, she got to spend a few hours out on patrol with the Avengers beating criminals up for justice and all of that righteous junk. Could be a worse life she was leading, and Natalie certainly wasn't about to complain. It was much better then her life at home had been, anyway.
It was late, around two A.M. by the time she was on her way back to her apartment to grab a few things before heading back to the Avenger's mansion. She spent so much time there now it was almost ridiculous that she was still keeping her own place, but she and Natasha had always had trouble letting go of their personal space. She didn't mind spending most of her time with Fox, which at this rate she was already doing. Still, it was nice having somewhere else to go when you could practically hear Leigh and Ashton through the walls. Not to mention Star's underage boyfriend's frequent meltdown late night phone calls. Yeah, there were some definite upsides to Natalie still having a place to escape to when she needed it. Little did she know all of those upsides were about to get a little less positive.
Keys jangled as her hand searched blindly for the key hole, the light out in the hallway of her apartment complex had burned out. After a few seconds of fumbling she found it, turned the key into the lock and lurched clumsily inside her apartment. It wasn't until she slammed the door behind her and walked a few feet that she froze, completely still in the darkness as the hairs on her neck involuntarily raised. Her widow senses were tingling, someone was in here that shouldn't be. Then two sets of hands came out of the darkness and grabbed her from behind. ... Okay. Two someone's. I can handle this.
"Privet, Natali," came the gruff voice of one of the men as the hands on her shoulders tightened. Of course. Her father's 'friends' were bound to catch up with her eventually. Did that mean that they'd already found her mother? ... No. She quickly shook her head in order to snap herself out of it, she couldn't dwell on that now. She had to figure out how to get out of this situation first, there would be time for worrying later.
"Long time no see, boys," Natalie breathed out through gritted teeth, the muscles in her arms tightening as she balled her hands into fists. "Normally I would stay and catch up, but something tells me you aren't here to chat..." She felt the end of a gun sticking into her lower back at the same time as she bent forward, using all of her and Natasha's strength to grab onto the arms of one of the men and propel them clean over her shoulder.
The goon with the gun went flying into her living room, the sound of glass shattering as he crashed on top of her coffee table while Natalie twisted herself around and launched a round house kick at the second goon's face. He lurched with a grunt, and she didn't give him time to recover before she launched a punch to his nose. The punch obstructed his vision just long enough for Natalie to jump up and use the low archway above her head to swing herself forward and lock her legs around his neck, jerking her body in order to flip him onto the ground where the guy knocked his head and was out cold.
"Asshole," she hissed through gritted teeth, swinging from the rafters for a few second before letting herself go and landing back on her feet in a crouch. She hadn't even begun to straighten back up when she heard the familiar click behind her that told her the goon with the gun was back on his feet and pointing it at her. For a moment she forgot to breathe, and then he spoke. "Vash otets posylaet privet." [ooc: Your father sends his regards.]
"I'll bet he does," Natalie spoke in a low voice, her mind racing as she raised both hands in the air and started straightening slowly to a stand. Thanks to Natasha, she heard his trigger finger press down before the bullet actually left the chamber and her body reacted on pure instinct. She ducked and rolled to the side, flipping over to face him as the gun went off and with a violent flick of her wrist, she discharged Natasha's 'Widow's bite'. 30,000 volts of high-frequency electrostatic charge hit the man square on and he went down. Natalie gasped out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding but she didn't waste any time in leaping to her feet, crossing the room in a few strides to kick the gun out of his hands as he lay there convulsing.
"Do svidaniya, mother fucker." Two seconds later she had the gun pocketed and made for the window, jumping out onto the fire escape and climbing over the railing to slide three stories down. Ten seconds later her feet hit the pavement and then she took off running, the only thing on her mind was getting to a safe place before she called Fox. Guess she might have to reconsider officially moving into the mansion after all.