Natasha Romanoff boarded the midnight black army truck; the doors imbedded with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo. A fierce look was seen in her pale green eyes. She turned around, addressing the fifteen or so people behind her.

"Remember, we aim to disable, not to kill," she said sternly. The rest of her team nodded in affirmation solemnly, except for the blonde locks of one specialist. Natasha cocked her head to the side.

"Problem, Agent Russel?" She questioned, addressing the soldier.

"No, ma'am I thought we were supposed to bring Mr. Barnes in at all costs?" He answered, his brows wrinkled in confusion.

"No killing," she insisted, finality written in her voice.

"Understand?" She demanded, making eyes contact with every soldier.

"Yes ma'am!" She heard a chorus of voices shout.

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When the large black truck finally reached its destination, Agent Romanoff and her team were met with the sounds of a battlefield. There were gunshots; sharp, piercing bangs, coming from all directions. There was yelling, both terrified and commanding. This time was one of the very few moments where, the Natasha Romanoff, agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Avenger, was afraid. She was terrified of what the consequences of this would be. No one else could die. Too many have died already. She was shaken out of her thoughts by a black haired agent, looking for instructions. Natasha quickly briefed everyone on their plan of attack. If everything went according to plan, which it probably wouldn't, they would disable all opposing targets except for agent Steve Rogers, agent Clint Barton, and Mr. Bucky Barnes. They then would ask agent Steve Rogers and agent Clint Barton to stand down while we took Mr. Barnes in, not to kill, but to question. Every agent listening fell under the sharp, green gaze of the red haired assassin as she stared at her team.

"Let's go," she finally said after a moment's pause. She then kicked open the midnight black doors of the S.H.I.E.L.D. truck and leapt into the battlefield, her mind becoming completely focused. This is what she was meant to do. She ran out into the cacophony of noises, leaving a cloud of rust colored dirt kicked up into the air behind her.