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Sunday: Extraction Team
The Black Widow and the Calvary
There was never an extraction team waiting for her. She'd gotten out on her own so easily every time that she'd never needed one. She glanced at the dark-haired Asian woman beside her, laying unconscious on the floor. She couldn't leave her teammate behind, but how was sure supposed to fight these guys off alone with a concussion, a broken leg, and broken ribs?
She had been too cocky. She worked better alone, but this was a two man and Clint was on assignment somewhere in South Africa, doing something with a monkey, a pecan tree, and a scythe. She hadn't really asked, because she didn't really want to know. So SHIELD assigned her Agent May, a woman who was about her age, who had already earned the nickname "The Calvary."
This all would have been fine, if their intel hadn't been bad, if the guys hadn't gotten the upper hand, if a lot of things. But now the guard was advancing closer, armed with knives and guns, really to attack. She glanced back at Agent May, who'd disappeared. The man fell forward, May standing behind him in a fighting position. She took the man's weapons and looked at the other woman. "Well, you going to lay there all day or are you going to follow me?"
Natasha hopped to her feet with May's help, trying to ignore the pain from her leg. Who needed an extraction team anyways?
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