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"Let her go." Natasha whipped out her gun, her face free of any emotion.
"You're kidding me." The man laughed. "She is under the control of the god of mischeif and lies." The man snapped and another man stepped towards Natasha.
A gun clicked behind the man's head and he turned. He came face-to-face with Clint, who held the gun to the man's head. "You heard the girl."
"She is under his control." The man said.
Clint tossed Natasha his gun and he stepped up to the girl. "When one is under his control." Clint stuck his hand into the woman's mouth. "There are a few signs to tell." He grabbed her arm and placed it across his forehead. "Skin cold, mouth dry." He placed his thumb under her eye and his index finger above it, looking into her eyes. "And a haunting blue color in the eyes. Which she has none of." Clint let the girl go and caught his gun as Natasha threw it to him. "She is not under his control."
"You don-" Natasha threw a knife that barely missed the man's head. "Anymore doubts?" Natasha asked, oh so innocently.
The man shook his head and released the girl from the chains she was in.
"I'm Natasha, and this is my partner Clint." Natasha said, handing Clint her gun.
"I am not taking any orders from a little bitch like you." The man spat at Natasha.
Clint smirked at the man and stepped away, pushing the gun back onto the strap.
"Would you like to say that again? I didn't quite get it." She said innocently, batting her eyelashes.
Clint knew this was gonna be a bad mistake for that man to make. One because Natasha was never innocent, and two because her accent was coming out.
"I am not taking orders from a little bitch like you." The man repeated, bending down to look her in the eye.
Natasha slammed her head against his nose, hearing it crack and stepped back with a smirk of satisfaction. "Anything else you boys want to put past me?"
They all shook their heads, trying to lift the man up, blood running down the man's face.
"That's what I thought." She turned, her red hair moving like a flame behind her, grabbing a gun out from her boot "I swear." She rolled her eyes. "Boys get stupider everyday."
Clint let out a small chuckle.