Well, looks like this update is going to be a bit sooner than planned … I had nothing else to do, so I figured, what the hell! Might as well just write… I hope you enjoy the chapter. It's been a while, so review what you think!
"Any sights on Deadshot?" I heard over the earpiece. I stood on the corner of the roof, looking over the city for the masked man. I flipped the dagger around in my hand as I waited to hear other replies.
"Negative. I've seen hints of him, but I don't dare follow them. That's your job until I can catch up." I heard Diggle reply. Felicity should have been next, but unfortunately the computers had went down before we could go out. She was working the GPS and hacking through her tablet, so she could only achieve so much.
"Unfortunately, no. Even with my sights I cannot locate Deadshot." I muttered into the earpiece. I could hear the sigh through the tiny device, and kicked the gravel on the rooftop. My shoulder still ached a bit from earlier, showing signs that something wasn't quite right. I glared at the seemingly healed wound before turning back to my post. But, just as I turned, I saw the red dot fixated on my chest and dove to the ground. "Shit! I got sights! Major sights! Too close for comfort!" I yelled. The red dot followed my feet as I clambered to my feet and ran towards the door leading to the stairwell. After feeling a bullet lodge itself into my shoulder, the same one that had been stabbed, I growled and ran faster.
"Are you okay?! Where are you now?" Oliver shouted over the earpiece. I could hear Felicity finally joining in on the conversation, and from the heavy breathing on her end I could tell that it wasn't too good to be alone just listening. I kept running down the staircase, dodging the bullets that continued to follow me down the stairwell. I managed one look up to see the man running down the stairs after me, and cursed loudly. "Natalia! Status report NOW!" Oliver repeated, his voice taking on a tone I couldn't decipher over the device in my ear.
"Running down the stairwell of the building on the corner of 45th and 6th! I've been shot, so no, I'm not okay considering Deadshot is following me!" I growled back, a warning tone to my voice. How had this happened? I was supposed to be invincible. Why wasn't I healing? Hell, why had I been caught? I should have seen Deadshot with my increased sight. I could hear Diggle shout in frustration over the earpiece and Oliver start his motorcycle. As I jumped over the railing and onto the lower flights of stairs, I ran through the door that lead to the 12th floor of the building. If I could get out a window in time, I would be able to heal and run away. As long as I could get away from the sniper, I was gold.
"One of you need to stop Deadshot, or at least get a tracker on him! We can't afford for this to happen again." I heard Felicity voice over in a low tone. I shivered for a second; the usually sweet IT girl could sound scary over an earpiece. However, I knew from experience she was flustered and tense. It wasn't always a job that it was cracked up to be; being safe in the main lair, tracking and hacking away and attempting to keep everyone safe. That was when a gunshot sounded out. I ducked quickly, and saw my window. Literally. The bullet flew over my head, and whizzed into the window, causing a loud shatter to ensue. Taking a running leap, I outstretched my arms and the cloak I wore used the wind to safely glide me into an alleyway. I ducked away into the dark, and looked at my shoulder. It was bloody, however I knew it was infected from the fact that the blood was no longer red, but black. My hand grasped around the bullet protruding from the wound, and pulled the half out. Luckily, my armor stopped it from completely going into the wound, but it was enough for blood to spew. "I see you stopped. Are you okay? What's going on?" I laughed, and shook my head. If only she had the slightest clue.
"Did you really just laugh?" Oliver growled out. I could hear the motorcycle slow over the earpiece, and I knew he had stopped.
"I'm fine, although I need a first aid kit. And yes, I did. Get used to it if I'm going to be here more often." I said over the earpiece. I could hear the light footsteps behind me and whipped out a knife, posing in a defensive stance. I relaxed, however, when I saw it was only Oliver.
"What do you mean you're going to be here more often?" He sounded shocked, to say the least. I wasn't originally planning to stay, but now I wanted revenge on Deadshot. Whatever that knife had been soaked in had prevented my shoulder from healing, and that wasn't good.
"Listen. All I'm saying is that we have a mutual enemy. An understanding, if you must. It will be easier for everyone if we create a team together, so we won't have to deal with silly deals and claims." I reasoned. Mainly, I was reasoning with myself. I was never a team player before, and hated having to deal with the rules of other people. But I knew that this was better. I could live a better life this way, if I had help.
"You sound more like you're convincing yourself than us. What if you're working for the bad guys?" Felicity said suddenly. I looked at Oliver with confident eyes and a trusting smile on my face, although the blood leaking from my shoulder turned it into a slight grimace.
"Trust me. You need me more than you think."