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Natasha was quickly loosing her patience with the assignment Sadiv Derevensky had tasked her. This job was supposed to be a clean cut assassination, but instead she had an American agent crumpled on the floor and her target, Aleksandr Breshnev, still not dead. Agent Barton was still trying to stand, which gave Natasha the opportunity to finish her original job.
She broke off the arrow that was still imbedded in her thigh and strode over to Aleksandr Breshnev. With the gun still in her hand, she cocked it. Simultaneously, Agent Barton had regained enough composure to shoot another arrow towards Natasha stopping her from killing Aleksandr. It landed in her back left shoulder, which made her wince once more in pain. She turned around and walked back, forgetting her original target once more, to Agent Barton who was now standing. Sweat beaded down the man's face and his large, blue eyes stared back at her.
"Agent for whom?" Natasha asked Agent Barton with pursed lips. This American agent was causing more complications than she had planned, but she wasn't ready to kill him. He hadn't been assigned to her nor had he attacked her. At this point all Agent Barton was, was a gnat flying around her head causing annoyance.
"You're younger than I'd thought you'd be," was all Agent Barton said.
A small fear rose in Natasha's throat causing her to panic. Agent Barton knew who she was, which only meant one thing. She raised her gun accusingly towards his face, "Who are you?"
Agent Barton's eyes furrowed together in concern or confusion. Natasha couldn't be quite sure. He continued to stare at Natasha causing a strained silence. Finally, he broke it with his answer, "I suppose you think that—"
Before Natasha could get her answer from him, a loud bang sounded from just outside the warehouse. A group of men carrying a varied amount of ammunition filtered in from both entrances of the warehouse. Natasha quickly surveyed the men, and turned back to Agent Barton and asked, "Yours?"
But, Agent Barton had vanished from the spot he had been standing moments before. She stood in the center of the dilapidated warehouse surrounded by about forty armed men. Aleksandr had been picked up by a large man and was being held at gunpoint.
"Now who are you guys," Natasha asked through exasperated breaths.
One of the men in a long duster coat replied in a thick accent similar to Sadiv Derevensky's, "We are here for cleanup."
She quickly studied the men and realized they all worked for Sadiv. "Cleanup? I have that under control. You're not needed here."
The large man holding Aleksandr Breshnev took no time to finish him off. The close proximity to the gunshot sprayed blood onto the large man's face causing him to sadistically smile in response.
"No," the Russian thug in the duster replied with a monotone voice, "We are here to clean up all loose ends."
A split second of recognition between the man in the duster and Natasha was all it took. The man started to raise his gun in her direction and she quickly reacted. She tore the gun from the man's hand while kicking him in the kneecap. It bent back at a severe angle with a sharp crack. The other thugs began to descend on her in savage, but untrained kicks and punches. She held them off until she heard numerous gunshots from one of the entrances. This was enough for all of them to stop and turn. In front of Natasha were five men dressed in all black, unmarked uniforms. The group of Sadiv's men immediately took their guns and open fired upon the five men.
Natasha took this as her moment to seek cover. She went behind the shipping crates that Agent Barton had fallen onto only several minutes before. She caught her breath, while she tried to figure out an exit strategy. Catching her unaware, one of Sadiv's men had followed her to the crates and pulled her out into the open by the ends of her hair. She used her momentum and tried to flip over the man's arm, but the man's brute strength stopped her midair and threw her hard against the shipping crates. As he barreled over to her ready to finish her off, an arrow struck the middle of the man's chest. Two more flew down until the man collapsed onto the cement floor.
Natasha looked up to find Agent Barton perched above her on a ledge. He hopped down with his bow drawn and started to walk towards her. Natasha quickly drew her gun towards him. Agent Barton's eyebrows creased together and he immediately stopped walking. She didn't hesitate to fire her gun in his direction. Behind Agent Barton, one of Sadiv's men fell to the ground.
"Now," Natasha said to Agent Barton, "We're even."
Agent Barton kept his face clean of any response. Natasha pressed him further, "Are those other men yours?"
"Yes," he replied.
The gunfire was beginning to die down, so Natasha knew that her escape needed to be made. Her target Aleksandr Breshnev had been killed and she didn't need to linger here any longer. It angered her that Sadiv's men had been ordered to "clean" her up along with Aleksandr. It seemed that she would be paying Sadiv Derevensky a visit. She surveyed her options for an escape route.
She turned back to Agent Barton and saw that he was busy taking out the rest of Sadiv's men with what ever remained of his five-man team. She spotted a small, open window about twenty yards to her right that she could quickly slide through. Rapidly, she checked her gun's magazine and realized she only had two bullets left. Natasha began to sprint towards the window firing off her last two bullets as cover, but she caught a stray shot from one of Sadiv's men that took her in her left thigh.
With both the broken arrow in her right thigh and the bullet in her left, the adrenaline couldn't keep her from falling to the ground. Dragging her body towards the window, another bullet edged into her abdomen. Her arms gave out and she rolled unto her side.
Everything in the room seemed to be growing more silent as she lay there on the hard cement ground. Finally, she heard two voices approaching. She turned towards their voices, but found her vision fading quickly.
"This is all Fury sent?" The voice she recognized as Agent Barton said to another man. "Five guys?"
"This was supposed to be a pickup mission Clint," the other man said. "You were supposed to take out Black Widow while we got Aleksandr Breshnev. But now we're down four guys."
"I'll explain it to Fury," Agent Barton said, "Don't worry."
"I'm not."
The two men had reached Natasha and were standing over her. The pain gathering in her abdomen made it hard to keep her face from contorting in pain. The other agent stared at her in the similar way Sadiv Derevensky had in the back of his car. "So, this is the infamous Black Widow?"
"Yes," Agent Barton replied.
"Well, no reason to waste time," the other agent said, "Kill her."
"No," Agent Barton said, "She's coming with us."
"What? You know Fury won't be happy with this."
"We lost one asset tonight, might as well gain another. We can question her."
"A Russian mercenary? How much could she know? You'll have more to explain to Fury then the loss of the agents."
"I know."
"Fine. I'll get the stretcher. Damn it, Clint."
Natasha watched the other agent walk out of the warehouse. Agent Barton slowly turned his face back down to hers. He knelt down next to her and checked her gunshot wounds. "They didn't hit an artery. You'll live."
Natasha just stared at him. Black crept into the edges of her vision
"Natalia Romanova, you're safe," Agent Barton said as he clutched her face.
Natasha managed a slight smirk. She scoffed at Agent Barton in response, but quietly added in Russian, "But for how long?"
Then, Natasha's vision went black.