Natasha Romanoff had a strange feeling, the feeling that someone was watching her. She'd felt like this for that past five days. Then she saw him. He'd been appearing almost everywhere she was lately. Natasha was certain that he was the one watching her.
Natasha had had enough, she stormed over to the strange man. "Why have you been following me!?" She yelled. That was when he came at her with a knife. They fought and tumbled into an alley. The man had her pinned up against the cold concrete, her feet a couple inches off the ground. As she struggled for a breath Natasha couldn't believe it, this man was a good fighter. Most of the people who came after her were weak and easily frightened.
The man was about to slit her throat when he looked into Natahsa's eyes. This was a big mistake because they were full of fear. Natasha had fallen into Plan B: look innocent and scared. The man looked down at her throat then brought his gaze back up to Natasha's eyes. "Surrender and I'll let you go." He said.
"I'll never surrender," she hissed.
"Please, Natasha, I don't want to kill you," the man begged.
"Then don't," said Natasha. The man thought this over then released her and backed away from the wall. The next moment Natasha was on top of him, holding a gun to his head.
"You surrendered!" He accused her.
"No, I didn't. If I remember correctly, it was you who gave up," she taunted.
"Come with me please, and no one gets hurt," the man begged again, "I can talk S.H.I. . out of killing you.
"You tried to kill me! Why would I come with you?" Natasha yelled.
"If this is trick then I promise you can kill me," said the man. Natasha thought this over.
"Fine, I'll come with you," she said with a smirk.