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As the drug started to take affect, her gun fell from her fingers and clattered to the cement. she was thrown roughly over a shoulder, and a potato sack was pulled over her head. She was then shoved into the back of a semi trailer where she was stripped of her body suit, leaving her in her in a thin tank top and shorts. A rusty metal chain was wrapped around her wrists and ankles and then was attached to a metal hoop at the back of the van. She heard heavy boots on the metal floor, and moments later the she felt one collide with he chest. She dropped to her knees as her ribs cracked and shattered, mumbling a string of curses under her breath. The sack was removed from over her head and a velvety, but cruel voice spoke, echoing around the small space, "Вставай, мисс Романова". She looked up and a chilling smile crossed her lips. "Так он начинает."
Barton stealthily crept down the alley, scanning every inch of brick for attackers. He had almost reached the end when he heard a gun go off. He turned around and cautiously approached the place where Natasha had just been standing. the dropped gun caught his eye. "Nat? Natasha? Shit. Fury is going to kill me." He mumbled. He swept the rest of the area, but eventually had to trudge back to Furry's office. Coulson met up with him in the hallway, holding up a thin file. "Romanoff's signal just went offline." "Fury isn't going to like this." Coulson gave him a some-what reassuring smile and power-walked off. Barton rapped on the door and after a few seconds let himself into Fury's office. The office was empty, but a single piece of paper lay on Fury's desk. "Grigori Razin: Psychology, Lobotomy, and Neurology specialist" was scrawled on it in Fury's hand writing. "This is really bad. Really really bad." He muttered to the room. He folded it up and stuck into his jacket pocket. He flicked his com on and stalked through the empty hallways. "Coulson. I need to set up a mission. Solo. Keep it off the record, sir." He paused for a reply. "You sure you want to do this? I'm not so sure she's worth the trouble." "Stop sounding like Fury and get me a mission...sir." Barton replied.
He headed to the almost empty wing where his room was, and stopped short. He backed up a few paces and stopped in front of Natasha's door. I'm really going to die when she finds out I did this. He took out a blank plastic card and swiped it through the reader. The door eased open and he gingerly stepped into her room. Nothing seemed to be out of place, her bed was made with military precision, clothes folded neatly at the foot of the bed, poison and perfume lined up on the dresser. What are you hiding, hmmm? He thought to himself as he picked through her things. There were some unfamiliar things he came across, a picture or two, a soviet-looking weapon, and...a laptop? He glanced at the standard SHIELD computer resting innocently on the desk, and then turned his gaze back to the small and thin one he held in his hands. He found the power button and to his surprise didn't ask him for some sort of identification or security code. When the desktop appeared, only three files appeared with it. "People I've killed" "People who want to kill me" and "Past missions". He browsed through them, trying not to invade her personal business too much, although, he was creeping around in her room already so it didn't really make much of a difference. The list of people she had killed was far longer than than the list of those who wanted to kill her, but that wasn't what he was looking for. He moved onto the "Past missions" file where he found an unsettling amount of sub-files. He scrolled for what seemed like hours, when he eventually found one marked "The Razin Files". He sifted through several different documents, each one was filled with more horror and gore than the last. He scribbled down the few facts he found on the back of the paper he hand found in Fury's office, carefully put the laptop back where he had found it, and fled the room.
For once in her life Natasha Romanoff was cold. The freezing metal floor beneath her told her that they had left temperate New York and were much farther north. There was a sudden shift and the truck stopped completely. The door to the trailer rumbled open, and gruff hands forced the sack over her head once again. The drivers worked on removing the metal hoop from the back, and she attempted to stretch. Her mind was blurry and she found it hard to keep her balance. whatever they had given her was powerful, advanced, it was like nothing she had ever seen. "Walk." Said one of the men in a thick accent, and pushed her forward with the toe of his boot. She toppled over and hit her head and the metal floor. The men roared with laughter as she shakily rolled to her feet. they yanked her out of the truck, and pushed her into what she guessed as the cargo hold of a small aircraft. Sure enough, moments later she felt the ground give way to air, and the metal hoop was reattached to the wall. Before leaving her alone, one of the men rasped, "Get settled in Romanova, you are going home." At least in here she could sit down, and it wasn't quite so cold. This she could handle, and as long as the drug was in her system it would be pointless to try and escape. She leaned back against the hull of the plane and checked herself for any serious injuries. Besides a few cracked ribs there wasn't really anything she was too concerned with. She strained her arm and started to painfully move her fingers through her snarled hair. Her fingers found a small bobby pin lodged in a particularly big knot and her arms were shaking from exertion. She gave it a less-than-gentle pull and it fell to her lap. She gently pinched the tip and it momentarily glowed soft blue. She held it close to her mouth and spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. "Barton?" She heard a small gasp. "Don't say anything. It's Razin. Track the coordinates...they should be coming in through now. I'll be fine for the next couple of hours." She ended the transmission as the plane hit a patch of turbulence. The pin flew out of her hands and slid across the floor. She sighed deeply and rested her head against the cool wall and closed her eyes. Whatever she was about to endure, she was going to need to be awake.
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