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Hungary, Budapest
Natasha was laying on the roof of the 17 floor bulding. She had a rifle in her hands, eyeing her two targets from afar - Clint Barton and Maria Hill, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agents. It wasn't her first time dealing with S.H.I.E.L.D., and it wasn't the first time when she was doing it alone. Missions like this one happend quite often, considering that the organization kept trying to get into the Red Room.
Black Widow was waiting for the best moment to fire a shot. Her first target - Clint Barton. She saw him before, his aim stayed good, nearly perfect, even when he was wounded. He was capable to handle himself and carry the mission to the end. It showed that he had a lot of experience on the battlefield. The secound agent - Maria Hill, had less experience. She was more often drowned in the paperwork and stuck in the office than out in the wild fighting. Not to say she's bad, her aim is good, her reflection is also great, she's strong and trained, but she gets more distraced when there's an injury at play. And exactly that makes her the target number 2.
3... 2... and... before Natasha could count down to one Hawkeye noticed her and in instant informed his partner about the current position of thier target. They started moving right away torwars the Widow, with thier weapons out and ready for the combat. The assassin didn't more though, didn't flinch, she quicky fired a two shots in Barton's derection. The sound of gunshot halted the busy but calm atmosphere on Budapest streets. People looking around franticly, trying to find the shoter, panicking and running for shelter.
Clint dodged only one of the bullets, the other one strike him in the upper part of his left arm, taking him by suprise but earning nothing more than a loud gasp and some mumbled curses as they moved to close the distance between them and Widow. Maria gave him a quick once-over and gripped her gun tighter.
In the meantime Romanova changed her position, moving to the safe house of hers - an abandoned apartment in a flat, fourty meters away from her sniping spot. Not only was it filled with lots or weapons and ammunition but had the perfect view on the route the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents took. Natasha peeked out at the outside, when she noticed them, she instantly started analising the present situation. Her brain working quickly and efficiently to come up with a plan. She didn't think they knew where she was currently, but that would quickly change after another attack. Another bullet went flying not even a minute ago, this one hitting agent Barton in the stomach, but even from afar Natasha could tell it missed his internal organs, which meant it wasn't deathly enough for her liking. "Ебать" she cursed. She didn't miss, her aim was perfect, yet she failed to kill him for the secound time today, it was making her extremly frustrated, resulting with her hands shaking and being dangerously motivated to finish him. She fired two more shots, only one harming the agents, to be more specific - Maria Hill. The woman stumbled, only regaining her full focus moments later, after the encounter was done. Clint fired an arrow in the dirrection the Widow shot, but she was gone by the time it got there, she seemed almost too fast to catch.
Assassin decided to face them, let them catch up to her. Cause they seemed uncapable to do so on thier own. She looked through the cabinets refilling her amunition magazine.
Soon they made it to the aparment, trying to stay quiet, but Natasha could hear them loud and clear, thier heavy breating, the ruffeling of thier clothes, thier steps, Barton's arrows rumpeling against one another. She knew thier exact position, and it was yet another point for her.
When they finally found her she was more than ready to fight. To her advantage they both were already injured by her, it left them slightly sloppy, thier movments limited, since they would try not to attack her using thier bleeding limbs. Soon enough archer backed away just few steps, leaving his partner to spar with the russian. He picked up his bow that was earlier tossed on the ground and started aiming at the two women. Natasha dodged all of them, few times even shielding herself with Hill to add stress to the situation for Hawkeye. At the end neithier of the women got hit with an arrow, and it made Clint doubt himself. Romanova still had the upper hand in this situation, being alone, it bothered the two agents more than they would like to admit.
Soon two more S.H.I.E.L.D. agents came into the flat. Widow cursed in russian before throwing Hill on the ground, resulting in her loss of consciousness and clear head injury. Now she was facing three agents - cool, fine - she could do it, she always did it, she could take on even more trained assassins at once, it usually wasnt a problem for her, but the fact she failed to shot them death multiple times in the last half an hour was really getting to her.
After a moment one of the agents was laying lifeless with a dagger stuck in his chest, and she was just snapping the neck of the secound one when Clint hit her wrist with one of his last arrows. She crushed the wood in the half, looking up at her last standing enemy, breathing heavly after the fight, her eyes betraying not even a hint of pain, inted they were filled with pure frustration and hatred. It made Clint feel uneasy in many ways.
She walked torwards Barton, slowly, resembling a predator about to attack it's prey. Natalia eithier kicked the bodies to the side or stepped on them without any hesitation, even on still living, but unconscious Maria Hill. He could hear the bones cracking when she placed her feet on a vulnerable place like fingers, it made him shiver.
"You don't have to do it." The words slipped from his mouth faster than he could think about wanting to voice them. Russian just laughed coldly, trurly amused. He came to regret his words very quickly, not only because it was stupid thing to say, but because it earned him being almost effortlessly held down by laughing Natasha, with a knife against his neck. "Aх, ты наивный мальчик." She whispered, her voice filled with sick amusment as she pressed the blad harder against the skin, the first drops of blood dripping down his neck.
Then, Maria who was awake since Black Widow stepped on the palm of her hand, probably breaking few bones, finally stood up, making her consciousness known. She took a handfull of Natalia's hair in one hand, the other gripping the material of her suit and she pushed her off Clint. Hill then took the dagger from Natasha's hand, and with Clint's help held her down, she cut her right tight open and take out the locator that Red Room installed there. They fought for a while more, the Widow trying to fight back, but the cut was so deep she could bearly stand. Of course she was too subborn, and probably in too much danger for now to just stop fighting, so she kept going, bleeding a lot, but never wincing. But soon enough she felt a sharp pain at the back of her neck, probably caused by a needle. It was the last thing she could fully remember before her eyes closed.