Виолетта / ˈvī(ə)lət
violetta / violet
1. a stunningly beautiful girl. She's a sweet girl, but a feisty one, who makes sure she gets what she wants. She's a crazy being, that's fast, smart, and brave. She isn't afraid of anything.
2. a blueish-purp...
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The Winter Soldier watched as the Violetta Voin made her way towards the Captain. Something in him snapped, and he reached down for one of his throwing knives. It hurtled past the Captain's head, aimed directly for the Voin.
She swatted it away with her cuffed wrist and sent the Solider a glare. He returned the stare with a warning glance, tilting his head in the direction of the fleeing red head. She rolled her eyes and ran in that direction. Steve watched and was about to throw his shield after her, but the Soldier ripped it from his arm before he could.
Steve threw his elbow into the Soldier's stomach, followed by a sharp punch to his temple. But the Soldier was able to judge his punches and blocked them easily. Steve desperately searched with his eyes for his shield, spotting it a few metres away, lodged in the side of a car. The Soldier had used Steve's lack of attention, pulling out another knife from his thigh holster and twirled it in his hand before beginning to swipe at the Captain.
Natasha was sprinting, the pain from her sliced thigh burning. She yelled to multiple civilians that were around the area to leave, because she knew it wouldn't be long before one of the two masked figures appeared to find her. She had to think on her feet.
The Voin turned the corner, most innocents having fled the street. There were cars littered across the road, and she decided to focus a little bit more, allowing her to hear the panic stricken voice of the red head from behind a yellow taxi. She marched over, rolling out a small explosive. It rolled under the car, but it didn't detect any movement or heat, just the radio waves of a voice note coming from a phone.
Before the Voin could react, Natasha had successfully snuck up behind her, and leaped from the bonnet of a nearby car onto the Voin's shoulders. The Widow wrapped her thighs around the Voin's throat, and she clenched as tightly as she could.
Angered, the Voin decided the only way to get the red head off of her, would to do it in the least expected way. As Natasha proceeded to continuously slam her elbow down on the blonde's head, the Voin stumbled back towards the same car that she had been attacked from, and threw her body back onto the bonnet, throwing Natasha off of her shoulders.
Natasha quickly scrambled to her feet as the Voin turned her body around to face the quickly paling agent. Natasha saw the glint in the corner of her eye, Natasha could practically feel the smirk on the Voin's lips as the throwing knife landed in her shoulder blade. Before Natasha could react, the Voin lurched forward, one hand around her throat, the other latched onto the handle of the blade.
The Voin squeezed tightly on the agents throat, Natasha desperately clawing at her hand, silently begging for her release. The hand that had gripped on the handle of the blade tightened, and the Voin twisted the blade deeper into the red heads skin before yanking it out.
Natasha couldn't help but cry out in pain, and she slowly started to lose the oxygen within her lungs.
The Voin was so focused on the red head, that she didn't see or hear Sam, now equipped with his wings, come hurtling towards her, and was swiftly thrown into the body of a car, away from the red heads body.
