Natasha was in the precarious situation of still having three limbs bounds to the chair. Elena lashed out in anger; kicking forcefully; her foot connected painfully with Natasha's ribs, causing the chair to topple backwards. Natasha managed to wrench her other wrist agonizingly out of its restraint before the chair landed and crushed it. Her head wasn't quite so fortunate and slammed onto the solid ground. Tony really must invest in some rugs!
Between the dangerous amount of blood she'd lost from her leg and the severe knock to her head; Natasha was finding it difficult to focus, her vision blurred at the edges and she felt nauseous; she most definitely had a concussion. Elena appeared over her, clutching a knife and drastically plunging it towards Natasha's face. She avoided the oncoming attach at the last moment by grabbing Elena's wrist, pulling her down towards her and elbowing her sharply to her face. Grabbing the knife she worked quickly but clumsily to undo the ropes which bound her legs and a moment later she was free.
She watched as Elena scrambled to her feet, pulled another gun and aimed it at Clint with a grin on her face. One moment spared to glare at Natasha was all the time the red head needed to climb to her feet and tackle the other woman to the ground. Elena was taller, bigger and heavier than Natasha, a late recruit to the red room; she was slower than most at the uptake but skilled nonetheless. Both women punched and kicked, elbowed and kneed each other; to the ribs, the knees, the face; all weapons forgotten. Although Natasha was the better fighter, she was badly injured; blood still gushed from the bullet wound in her leg, which was worryingly close to her femoral artery. Despite it all; Natasha had more to fight for, more to lose, the two men she fought for were part of her team, she knew they'd give their lives for her as she would for them. This gave her more drive and that helped her focus and work through the ever growing pain.
She used the table to help her to her unsteady feet as Elena glared at her from the floor; blood ran down her face and matted her dark hair to her face. She was breathing heavily; exhausted from the fight, though it was nothing in comparison to what Natasha felt. She saw Clint stir behind Elena, hoping he'd realise quickly he lay next to a discarded weapon Natasha decided to try and stall, not confident that she'd last much longer in a fight.
"Elena, please. Let's end this"
"I will never surrender. Our masters entrusted this mission and its completion to me. Я закончу свою жизнь Natalia, или я умру пытаясь (I will end your life Natalia, or die trying)
Clint was moving slowly towards the weapon now, the drugs and exhaustion made it difficult for him to aim, trying to steady his shaking hand he pulled the trigger; planning to end the woman's life who was threatening his partners, but at that moment Elena lunged forward, hitting Natasha in the face with an already bloody fist. The shot alerted her to his now conscious state; she wrapped her arm tightly round Natasha's neck, spinning to face Clint and using her as a shield.
"Let her go"
"Hum... I don't think so" she answered sarcastically
"You want revenge for Nazari? It was me that killed Arvin. Leave her out of it"
"You lie, I know you lie. The Black Widow killed Arvin while you took out his goons with you toy"
Natasha's vision was fading once again, the adrenalin which had flooded her system was now in short supply, and the pain in her leg was reaching excruciatingly high levels.
She winked at Clint once; giving him the sign she was ready, then she twisted and elbowed Elena in one smooth movement and threw herself to the floor for cover as Clint emptied the rest of the clip.
Elena slumped heavily to the floor next to Natasha, dead in an instant.
Clint had one moment to lock eyes with her partner before Tony Stark; in full Iron Man gear, crashed through the window. Landing next to Clint he took a moment to assess the situation;
"Oh, I guess I'm too late for the rescue then?"
