The Younger Agent - Natasha Romanoff x OC

Chapter 80 - Bad Odds

"They ditched their gear. It's a shell game now. One of them has the payload". Eleanor listened to Steve's words as she landed on the floor after the brief stint of jumping over car bonnets. Nat was only a few paces ahead so she was able to keep the destination in her sights, and bolted after her. 

Unfortunately, the lackeys had decided to play keep-away with the biological weapon in the middle of a populated market, so as the two women sprinted through, it caused some confused looks and some shrieks from people jumping out of the way. Though there was no time to apologise, getting to the weapon on time was crucial if they wanted to keep these people alive. 

Careful foot placement was needed during the sprint to not trip over anyone's feet that were rudely in the way from not moving out of the way in time. When Eleanor caught up more to Natasha, she could clearly see one of the men harshly pushing through the crowd, not caring that some people were sent stumbling in his wake. At least Natasha and Eleanor had the decency to not turn themselves into a battering ram as they continued their sprint. Though it did help that Natasha was yelling "Out of the way!".

"He doesn't have it. I'm empty", Sam confirmed that his guy wasn't the weapons mule.

As they entered deeper into the market, it became harder and harder to chase down the target. There were bikes and crates all over the place, meaning that the two had to jump over them whilst maintaining momentum if they had any chance at keeping up. Nat hopped over a crate and then side-rolled over a motorbike before she could continue her run.

Behind her, Eleanor managed to run around the crate but also had to jump over the bike by placing her hands down on it and swinging her legs around to one side to land on the floor and keep up the sprint. 

Nat intercepted the first guy in front and sent punch after punch and kick after kick, but he did not seem to want to go down. Civilians around them were screaming at the violent display in front of them that was ruining their peace, but again there wasn't time to apologise. 

When Eleanor caught up she noticed another guy coming towards them with a gun in hand, so she reached for a basket and tossed it at him as a distraction, which worked, before jumping onto the table in front of her where the basket was and jumping onto his shoulders. She twisted her body towards the ground and then removed her legs so that she landed upright as he landed harshly on the floor, though he quickly stood and lunged at her. 

She blocked the punches that she sent and reciprocated with her own harsh blows to the abdomen, chest, and head. He seemed rather dazed, causing a small smirk to appear on her face before she gripped onto his outstretched arm and rammed her elbow down onto it, making him grunt out in pain, and then elbowed him in the jaw. He stumbled back, giving her the opportunity to glance at Natasha, seeing that she was still engaged in her own fight, rolling on the floor after completing the sat-on-shoulders manoeuvre. 

Satisfied with seeing Natasha holding her own, she turned back to her own fight and got ready to send a devastating punch that would probably result in a broken nose, but froze when she heard the panicked screams of people around, and the safety of guns being clicked off. Turning around quickly she saw that Nat and the man that she was fighting were in a stand-off, both pointing guns at each other, neither daring to take a shot.

Though her head snapped back to the man that she was fighting when she heard a gruff "Drop it". Seeing the vial, Eleanor sighed and loosely moved her head from side to side, accompanied by an eye roll at now knowing that it was her guy who had the weapon. "Or I'll drop this".

Nat panted slightly, clearly not knowing quite what to do at that moment, and it didn't help that when Eleanor made a move to try and reach the vial, the guy grabbed her by grabbing a handful of the back of her hair through her ponytail, and forcing her to the ground on her knees, keeping her head tugged back so that she was in an even more vulnerable position.