Clint listened to Natasha and climbed the stairs to get a better view of whoever or whatever was following them.
"Nat?" Clint whispered harshly trying to find her amongst the rubble.
"Come out, come out wherever you are." A deep voice sang.
Clint saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. A tiny splash of red.
"Now she's done it." Clint said, climbing even higher on the staircase.
Natasha slammed her whole body into the man, sending him sprawling across the floor.
"Ah, little spiders come out play." He chuckled, blood running down his chin.
"We both know I'll win this fight, Demyan." Natasha said, slowly approaching him.
Demyan slammed his legs into hers, hitting her before she could get out of the way.
Clint could hear the sound her head made from contact with the concrete floor from where he was.
"The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout, down came the rain and washed the spider out." Demyan said, climbing to his feet to glower over her.
An arrow whipped past his ear lodging itself in a crack on the concrete.
"Little spider has a friend. Not a very good aim!" Demyan said, shouting the last part so Clint could hear him.
Another arrow found it's way to the concrete, bouncing off the harsh surface.
"Back away from her." Clint's voice drifted down from the stairs.
"Black Widows eat their mates, little spider." Demyan said, starting over towards the staircase.
"Birds eat spiders, my poor stupid friend." Clint said, sarcasm coursing through his voice.
"A bird and a spider, how fitting. Come down little birdy." Demyan said, chuckling as he started up the staircase.
"Now that seems like a really stupid idea, considering I have the high ground I need from here." Clint said, climbing even higher on the staircase.
"The stairs only go so high up little bird."
"Ah, that could be a problem. It's a good thing I have friends in high places then." Clint said, reaching the top of the stairs.
"No where to go. Shame, I thought this would be a challenge." Demyan said, standing a few steps below Clint.
"What's a real shame is that you chose to stand there." Clint said, as the stairs under them collapsed.
They sound was excruciatingly loud, as the metal stairs ground against the concrete walls.
Moments after they fell Clint found his way out of the rubble, dragging his bow out from underneath him. He pointed at the large figure that was emerging from the rubble in front of him.
"Don't move or it's all over." Clint said, attempting to stand only to fall.
"Little bird is hurt, and the little spider is... ah well out of commission." Demyan said, smiling through the blood that was pouring down his head.
"What is this all for? What was the point in all of this?" Clint asked, as he watched Demyan walk towards him.
"I would tell you but then I would have to kill you." Demyan said, grabbing Clint's bow from him and hitting him across the head with it.
"Night night little birdy."