I'm sorry that I am so late getting this up and that it's so short but my computer was being pissy. Don't worry it gets longer after this chapter, I think only one other chapter is this short, though.
Being tied up was something Natalia was used to. Being tied up over a twenty foot drop? Now that was something that hadn't happened in a while.
She was just about done playing these idiots for fools. Honestly, these days it was all the same; some old guy and his goons who couldn't keep themselves from staring at her breasts. She seemed to be just where they wanted when she heard one of them whisper:
"Is this the feared Black Widow?"
She was just about to show them why she was rightly feared when a phone rang.
"This is Tchaikovsky…da. It's for you." Whatever the person on the other end must have been very convincing because it seemed to upset the gang leader. "We need you to come in" Yao Wang's calm voice was the last thing Natalia expected to hear. "You cannot be serious; I am working" Natalia snapped. Just because she did favors for S.H.E.I.L.D. didn't mean that they can call her in during her work. "This is more important than whatever you are doing-aru." Wasn't it always? Last time they pulled this, she ended up working for Gilbert Beilschimdt. "I'm in the middle of an interrogation. These idiots are telling me everything." Natalia rolled her eyes as the cronies looked to their leader in confusion. "Look, I just can't come in now. Call someone else." The next words made Natalia's blood run cold. "Kirkland's been compromised" Agent Wang's sounded genuinely upset. "Give me one minute." Kicking the man who came to retrieve the phone, Natalia flipped and landed on him. Hitting her second opponent over the head with a chair leg that only left the ring leader whose other men ran long ago. One punch sent him on his ass. This was getting too easy. "Where is Kirkland now?" "We don't know-aru. He was taken twenty-four hours ago." "But he is alive?" "We think so. I'll brief you on everything when you get back. First we need you to talk to the Big Guy." Natalia snorted. They both knew Gilbert Beilschimdt was as stubborn as he was egotistical. "Wang you know that Gilbert trusts me as far as I can be thrown." Previous run ins had developed a strange relationship between the two. "Oh, no; I've got Gilbert. You've got the Big Guy." There could be only one person Yao could be referring to. But they couldn't seriously be considering… "Boža moj!"
Boža moj! - My God! in Belorussian