Natasha Romanov dropped down behind the concrete barricade and took stock of what she had left to work with - aware, as always, that she was being shot at. This alone was sufficiently humdrum enough for her to carefully ignore the sounds of her cover being chipped away and focus on inventory.
Down to a pair of pistols and her taser bracelets.
This was not going well.
She stiffened as someone else leapt the barricade and landed heavily beside her. Black combat uniform, buffed metal arm. He turned and grinned at her beneath a curtain of brown hair. Of course he was enjoying himself. 'You come here often?' Winter Soldier asked in flawless Russian and despite herself, she smiled.
What an American thing to say.
'I have to admit,' She replied as she checked the charge on her taser. 'I wasn't quite expecting this when you told me we were having a date night.'
'What's not to love?' He demanded and checked the gun in his hands expertly. 'You're not disappointed, are you?' James Barnes glanced up at her from under that curtain of unruly brown hair with puppy-dog eyes.
'I expected one of those tired old cliches of dinner and a movie.' Natasha replied seriously. 'You surprise me, James.'
He snorted but smiled at her nonetheless. 'I am full of surprises.'
She found a smile creeping up her own lips as well.
They both paused as an ear-splitting bang emanated from over the concrete barrier and it crumbled slightly on the impact - leaving a long crack of exposed steel rods on show.
'They're getting serious with what they throw at us,' Natasha noted.
His smile had slipped again as they returned to the task at hand. 'It's about time. Shall we?' Barnes asked and gestured to the people left firing on them.
One more check of her ammo and Natasha nodded 'Lets.' She replied.
Both of them dived over the barricade and into the onslaught.
It wasn't quite the night Natasha had expected, but it was one of the more fun ones.
A/N: Have a little WinterWidow. I don't play with this ship nearly as often as I'd like. Expect random WintweWidow drabbles around 500 words long now and then.