Her Assistant | Natasha Romanoff

3. A Game of Fetch

Second POV
After hearing that his lackey went down without a fight, Ferro started to panic and knew that danger was coming to him and he was going to be next.

"THE BRAT'S WATCHDOG IS ON ITS WAY OVER! LOCKDOWN THE DOOR AND HAVE THE MEN ON THEIR GUARD! HAVE EVERY ENTRY POINT SECURED. SHE MUST BE CAUGHT! DON'T LET HER SET A SINGLE FOOT IN!" He gave orders out to his men who scrambled around the estate.

Miss Romanoff watched in amusement at how scared he was, she loves to rile people up for fun and watch their expression. You had bet it was something to do with her past but since she didn't say anything, you didn't pry further.

Your POV
"Not bad... I like this mansion style." I said looking at the exterior of the mansion after stepping past the gate.

"What? Why are you here?" // "How the hell did you get in?"

They were flustered that they failed on their first step of their orders. Now that I've disturbed their rhythm, it was a lot easier to proceed.

"You were too busy to notice my entrance." I was under a time crunch so I knocked them out quickly before they were able to react and they were left in the dust.

After clearing the first stage, I pushed open the large wooden door and entered the atrium. But the moment I entered, guns started flaring and I dove behind a cover. I looked at my clothes and made sure they were not scratched, afterall, it's only once in a blue moon when your master would give you something. I cherish everything that Miss Romanoff has given me and for the rest of the servants. Thankfully, they were only a little dirty from me rolling on the ground but nothing a wash couldn't fix.

Checking the time on my phone, I decided I should hurry up as it was getting really late.

Taking out the grenade I had prepared, I pulled the pin and released the trigger and timed it perfectly before throwing it towards them. With them being distracted at the danger that was flying towards them, I moved forward and shot at the necessary targets to be eliminated in my way between their eyes just as the grenade exploded.

With the majority of them being out of commission, I made my way through the last door where Ferro was waiting with Miss Romanoff.

It was a stand down between him and me.

Ferro POV
It went silent all of a sudden. I could hear the grandfather clock ticking in the room. I held Romanoff by the neck and pointed my gun towards the door. My grip was tight on the gun, I had no idea how capable she was since rumour were heard that she was only hired a few years ago. The Romanoff family went up in flames a year ago and only Natasha Romanoff survived. No one knows how she managed to hire her but her name bloomed soon after, with her company thriving.

The door opened and her eyes peeked in like a predator eying her prey. I pulled Romanoff in front of me and aimed at her.

"Thank you for taking care of our master, I'm sure she can be a handful sometimes." She bowed and placed a hand in front of her body. How could she be so courteous to someone who was pointing a gun at her?

And she's wearing a black tailcoat? I let out a dry chuckle. "I never thought you could single handedly take down all the men. I was expecting some sort of a super human, not a servant."

"Who are you really? A killer sent by the Romanoff family to save their young master? An undercover special task officer? You can't really be just a assistant."

"No no, really I am just your average assistant." She smiled politely at me.

"Really? I've never met an assistant of your talent before. I'm impressed. However..." I directed the gun now at Romanoff's head as my hostage. "If you want to save her, you'll have to go through me."

I watched as she saw the scene unfold before her, thinking of the next step - how to save her master.

Her hand reached towards the inner pocket of her coat but in a split second, she ducked and it was raining shots again, my men came out of their hiding space behind the portrait. I moved closer towards the wall and laughed. "I've won this one. You have nowhere else to go."

I squatted down and grabbed Romanoff's chin. "Are you afraid of dying? When the time comes, no matter how pitiful you act, don't think I'll show mercy." A woman is still a woman in the end.

"How much longer do you intend to play around for?" She said irritatingly. I was stunned, who was she talking to? "Hurry up and get rid of these guys here."

I whipped my body around and saw her rising from the floor. "Ahhh, it's not easy dodging bullets." Her pistol was locked and loaded, precisely aiming at every single guy who shot at her.

"Idiot, are you still going to fool around?" Romanoff complained.

Are these ladies kidding me? I am holding her hostage and they are able to have a normal conversation in front of me? "STOP! DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!!! OR I'LL BLOW HER BRAINS OUT."

"Ahh, what should I do?" She crossed her arms and placed her fist under her chin contemplating the orders.

"You... have you forgotten our contract?" Romanoff seethes.

"How could I forget? From that day onwards, I have been the master's loyal assistant. Anything you command of me, I will obey without fail." She spoke poetically as if she was acting on a theatre stage.

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? YOU FREAKS!!" I screamed out loud, fear vibrating in my voice. They were way too calm in this situation, as if they were in a game and nothing to lose.

"Master, do you need me to save you?" She taunted her master.

"I ORDER YOU! TO COME AND SAVE ME!"

In an instant, I could see my arm that was holding Romanoff twisting in ways I never knew it could, but the worst pain I ever felt in my life only registered seconds later. I could never imagine any human arms could be twisted to such an extent.

Your POV
"Return my master to me. Do not hold her with your filthy hands." I helped Miss Romanoff up before guiding her to the nearest seat.

"This game was quite unentertaining." She sighed and rolled her eyes that it was not quite up to her standard.

"W-wait a minute, aren't you just an assistant? I-I don't want to die here. Please use me as your hostage. I will pay you three- no ten million dollars. I will amend my wrong ways and turn over a new leaf. So please, have mercy on me." He kneeled and begged us. She continued to ignore him as I helped her to remove her restraints.

"Very regrettably, Mr Ferror. I was never one to enjoy negotiation talks." I told him.

"It's regrettable, but the game is about to end." Romanoff crossed her legs and looked down smugly at him. Suddenly, she looked a lot larger than she was. It was a mistake to mess with the Romanoffs.

But no one knows... no one lives to tell the tale. 

Posted on 7 Jan 2023