A warehouse. The building is only occupied by Georgi Luchkov, a Russian general, and two thugs, with a prisoner amongst them, tied to a chair. The taller thug is in the middle of hitting the spy, a red headed Russian woman in a black tank top. They interrogate her in Russian.
Luchkov: This is not how I wanted the evening to go.
Natasha: I know how you wanted this evening to go. Believe me, this is better.
Luchkov: I'd like to know why they sent you to carry out a carrier, a stained glass and other random items.
The taller thug pushes her chair back, tilting it over the edge of a few story drop, Natasha hides her fear.
Natasha: I thought General Solohob was in charge of the export business.
Luchkov: Solohob? Your reputation is quite a progression. The famous Black Widow. Nothing but a pretty face.
Natasha: You really think I'm pretty?
Luchkov walks over to a table filled with tools of torture and interrogation, picking up a pair of pliers. The tall thug next to her forces her jaw open.
Luchkov: We do not need the Lermontov to transfer the tanks. Tell him, well... You may have to write it down.
A phone rings, and the weasley thug looks to his phone in confusion. He picks it up.
Thug: Ya? It's for you.
Luchkov takes the phone, annoyed and angry.
y/n: Is this the drycleaners?
Luchkov: Who the hell is-
y/n: You're at 114 Solenski Plaza, 3rd floor. We have an F22 exactly 8 miles out. Put my mother on the phone or I will blow up the block before you can make the lobby.
Luchkov places the cell phone against Natasha's ear seeing how she's tied to a chair with her hands tied behind her back.
y/n: Hi mom! You coming home?
Natasha: Are you kidding? I'm working!
y/n: So am I, come home.
Natasha: I'm in the middle of an interrogation and this moron is giving me everything.
Luchkov: I don't give everything.
Natasha: ...Look, you can't pull me out of this right now.
y/n: Mom... they've got Uncle Clint...
Natasha: ...Let me put you on hold.
Natasha nods to Luchkov. When he grabs the phone, she hits him with her leg and headbuts him. She stands, still tied to the chair, and kickboxes the tall thug in the face. She rolls over to the weasley thug, trips him, and stomps on his foot when he tries to pin her, then she knocks him out with a headbut. Back at base, y/n waits awkwardly, listening to her take three men down with her arms literally tied behind her back. He waves at Coulson as he walks past. Natasha flips, breaking the chair on weasley thugs' ribcage, and looks to the tall thug, standing up. She kicks him too, choking him out cold. She then wraps Luchkov's legs with a chain and pushes him down the hole he was threatening to drop her down. He hangs there, in pain, and she grabs her shoes and the phone.
Natasha: Where's Barton now?
y/n: Working on it.
Natasha: But he's alive.
y/n: We think so. Phil's gonna brief us on everything when you get back. But first, we need to talk to the big guy.
Natasha: y/n, you know that Stark only trusts me about as far as he can throw me.
