"Miss Rogers has breached containment," Friday's loud voice came over the speakers, "Initiating Protection Protocol."
On queue, the elevators were turned off and sealed, the doors to the stairs were locked and barred, and every window in the tower was blocked with steel panels. The lobby was closed and all employees on that level were told to leave and any others to stay where they were. If they were on the unsafe level, find a place to hide and trigger their beacon. Help would come soon. The only way one could move about the tower was through biometrics. Only an Avenger could get through doorways and that was only by the stairs.
Clint swore softly. How had she gotten out? Why had he stayed? Touching his ear piece he'd kept in just in case things went bad he whispered, "Anybody care to fill me in?"
The wonders of having everybody else be nearly, if not more so, paranoid as you, everybody in the building had theirs in as well.
"Father Rogers over here opened the doors." Tony's voice came.
"He thought she was going to kill herself." Natasha's.
"Well, whatever happened, he can't face her alone." Wanda sounded as if she were running. "What's the plan?"
"I say we let her come out into the common room and take her from there in one big barrage." Tony said, the sound of his suit coming on came through, "Wanda, we'll need you to incapacitate her as Rogers and Romanoff here probably want her alive."
"Take her alive if possible." The cold, calculation in Natasha's voice never failed to give him chills, "But if she's going for blood and there's no other option. Take it."
"Okay." Clint answered, "I'm on my way now." He started towards the common room. He'd been in the bathroom and it wasn't far.
"Nearly there." Wanda added, "Just a couple more flights."
"Can Steve hear this?" Clint paused as he heard the sounds of the fight going on in the hall not far from him. Deftly, he grabbed the spare bow and arrows from beside the fridge and stayed to the far corner. The arrows were set to stun - for now.
"Yep." Was all Steve could manage.
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Before Steve could get out a word, Nadia darted towards him, landing a punch that sent his ribs singing. Grabbing her, he attempted to throw her back into the cell but she twisted away.
"Nadia," He got out before a flying punch hit him square in the jaw. Talking wasn't going to work.
The sounds of the team making plans filtered into his headset and he mentally made a plan to get her out there soon.
He dodged a blow from her before giving his own. Her eyes weren't the dead ones he'd seen in the videos. Blood lust. He'd seen it time and time again. There were only two ways to stop her. Wanda or death.
They traded blows back and forth. He would find her rhythm for a moment before she would suddenly switch it. His plans included him giving ground until they made it to the end of the hallway but he had been hoping it would be more faked. Her movements seemed erratic, that smile on her face but no words coming. But they couldn't be. She was smarter than this.
Nadia landed on his shoulders and he barely had time to grab her arms before she had planted her hands beneath his jaw. He could live through a lot of things but being decapitated was not one of them.
Throwing her off, she would have smashed into the door if it hadn't been that Friday had opened it and she crashed into one of the couches.
Immediately, several stun arrows hit her, a small blast from Stark's suit, and a widow bite came all at once. Despite all of that, Nadia stood slowly, her eyes scanning the room, the burns on her flesh not seeming to bother her. Then a noise that hurt even his hearing slammed through the room. Vaguely, he recalled it. The Black Sabbath band. Tony seemed to like it.
Nadia, however, screamed, dropping to her knees with her hands over her ears, broken couch in front of her. The noise. It must be too much. Which was understandable. Even he could barely stand it.
Wanda went towards her from behind, hands out with her red magic swirling through the air. She was getting close when Steve saw the younger girl smile.
"Wanda, watch out!" He screamed over the music, but it was too late. A large portion of the broken couch went sailing towards her and Wanda had to use her abilities to stop it from crushing her. It was just enough time for Nadia to get close enough to land a solid kick that sent the woman across the room into the wall.
Another volley of stun arrows went her way and she rolled away - directly into a small blast from Stark. It blew her off balance and burnt some skin but that was all.
Natasha leapt towards her, syringe in hand. Unfortunately, Nadia blocked her crushing the instrument in the process and grabbing her mother's throat.
And that was all the distraction Wanda needed. She clamped her hands on Nadia's head and let out a yell. The girl dropped immediately into unconsciousness.
Natasha scrambled away, coughing, but pointing at Stark, "Get… get the real one."
Stark stepped out of his suit, another syringe coming out of a compartment inside the suit, "Let's hope this is the right dose." He stabbed it into Nadia's neck and pushed down.
"Great," Steve got out as the music finally stopped, "Let's get her secured and go from there."
"Damn, Cap," Stark chuckled, "She whooped your ass."
"Honestly," The father looked at his child unconscious on the ground, "She probably would have eventually won if it weren't for all of you."
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Nadia woke to a dark room, no sounds of machinery, and the cold bite of metal against her skin. The air smelled of it and damp. A small smile came to her lips. How long had it been since she'd noticed a smell?
The blinding lights flicked on and for a moment she couldn't see anything. A tinny voice came over the speaker, "Subject Three, welcome back."
