RUSSIA, SOLENSKI PLAZA, 3RD FLOOR NIGHTTIME
Out in the outskirts, near a railroad, a still in construction building is being occupied by Georgi Luchkov, a large russian general guy, along with his baddy thugs, Natasha Romanoff and a figure hidden in the shadows. The person has to watch as that tall thug is brutally beating on her sweet Natty, the SLEWING, FOXY, UNBELIEVABLY SEXY SPY while she is stuck hanging from rafters in the shadows recording the whole event. He backhands Nat's face. She feels the pain, but does not breakdown. Luchkov, smiling, walks up to her. The figure listens and tries to understand what they are saying, but can't understand russian.
"This is not how I wanted the evening to go." Luchkov says to the tied up redhead.
"I know how you wanted this evening to go. Believe me, this is better." She retorts.
"I'd like to know why they sent you to carry out a carrier," a stained glass and other random items. One of the thugs rocks her chair back, balancing her off the edge of an open floor. Natasha now pretending to be scared while the hidden lady breath hitches and lips curl.
"I thought General Soholob was in charge of the export business."
"Soholob? Your reputation is quite a progression. THE FAMOUS BLACK WIDOW. Nothing but a pretty face."
"You really think I'm pretty?" Luchkov slowly walks over to a table filled with tools. He picks up a pair of pliers. The tall thug opens up her mouth wide open.
"We do not need the Lermontov to transfer the tanks. Tell him, well,..." The figure straightens ready to spring into action, knowing well the spy doesn't need help.
"You may have to write it down." Luchkov finishes in english.
Suddenly, weaselly thug's cell rings. Confused, he answers. "Ya?" He looks at Luchkov "It's for you." He takes the phone, pissed.
"Who the hell is..."
"You're at 114 Solenski Plaza, 3rd floor. We have an F22 exactly 8 miles out. Put the woman on the phone or I will blow up the block before you can make the lobby."
Luchkov places the cell phone against Natasha's ear seeing how she's tied to a chair with her hands tied behind her back.
"We need you to come in."
"Are you kidding? I'm working!" Natasha spats at the caller.
"This takes precedence."
"I'm in the middle of an interrogation and this moron is giving me everything."
"I don't give everything." Natasha gives him a look.
"Look, you can't pull me out of this right now."
"Natasha. Barton's been compromised." The spy freezes at the statement, as the hidden person observes the events not understanding what is happening.
"Let me put you on hold." She nods to Luchkov, who comes to take the phone off her, Natasha hits him with her leg and headbutts him. Like a spider, she stands up elegantly and starts the tall thug by kickboxing him in the face. Still tied, she rolls over weaselly thug after she trips him. She then stomps on tall thug's foot with peg of the chair, then knocks him out with a headbutt.
During all this Coulson is still waiting on the line. She then flips over and falls down hard on weaselly thug, breaking the chair. She sees tall thug stand. Giving her momentum, she runs at him drop kicking him, falls down and flips right back up and wraps her legs around his neck a knocking him out cold. She grabs Luchkov, wraps his leg around with a hanging chain and drops him down the open floor, dangling. She picks up the phone and her heels, like a boss. The unknown figure grinning widely since the battle started.
"Where's Barton now?"
"We don't know."
"But he's alive."
"We think so. I'll brief you on everything when you get back. But first, we need you to talk to the big guy."
"Coulson, you know that Stark trusts me about as far as he can throw me."
"No, I've got Stark. You get the big guy."
"Bozhe moi." Natasha says to herself as looks up at the cielling and yells. "Scarlet!"
"That be me, my deadly darling." A woman flips right onto the floor in front of the redheaded spy. Just like Natasha she has red auburn hair, which was tied into a messy ponytail that complemented her short red dress that showed her healthy long waisted and impressively lean body. Her heels still on her feet, and a micro video recorder in her hand.
"So~ What's going on?" Scarlet asked as she bounced happily on the balls of her heels and tossed the recorder to Nat. "All I got from the english parts of that fight was Coulson called you about Barton. And we need to get the BIG guy. Is Clint all right?"
"Barton has been compromised." Natasha said as she and Scarlett headed out of the building. Scarles's grin dropped for a second only to spring back up.
"And we have to save him?" Scarles's said as she marched to the exit with her hands at the back of head.
"Yep."
"Do I get to smash something?"
"Likely."
"Do we have enough time to change out of these itchy dresses, so I can put my shorts on?"
"Yes." Natasha stops to look back at Scarlet who had stopped. "What are you doing?"
"Checking out that body of yours in that sexy black dress." Scarlet said like it was the simplest thing in the world, which for her it was.
"Thank you."
"Where we going next?" Scarles asked as they spotted the car. "Can I-"
"We are going to India and no you can't drive."
"Booooo~~~"
