That Mission

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EXT. RUSSIA, SOLENSKI PLAZA, 3RD FLOOR � NIGHT 

 Out in the outskirts, near a railroad, a still in construction building is being occupied by GEORGI LUCHKOV, a LARGE, RUSSIAN GENERAL along with his THUGS. TALL THUG is in the middle of a brutal beating on NATASHA ROMANOFF, a SLEWING, FOXY, UNBELIEVABLY SEXY SPY. He BACKHANDS NATASHA'S face. She feels the pain, but does not breakdown. LUCHKOV, smiling, walks up to her.

WHAT IS THIS NATASHA ROMANOFF STARK!

WHAT IS THIS CALYPSO POTTER!

ITS NATASHA YOU IDIOTS!

 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. 

"As if she would go for you" Tony exclaimed in a cocky but annoyed voice.

"Never only you love" Nat whispered in his ear.

 LUCHKOV I'd like to know why they sent you to carry out a carrier, a stained glass and other random items. 

 TALL THUG rocks her chair back, balancing her off the edge of an open floor. Natasha is now scared. 

 NATASHA I thought General Soholob was in charge of the export business. 

 LUCHKOV Soholob? Your reputation is quite a progression. THE FAMOUS BLACK WIDOW. Nothing but a pretty face. 

Black Widow?

 NATASHA You really think I'm pretty? LUCHKOV slowly walks over to a table filled with tools. He picks up a pair of pliers. TALL THUG opens up her mouth wide open. 

 LUCHKOV We do not need the Lermontov to transfer the tanks. Tell him, well,... (IN ENGLISH) You may have to write it down. 

 Suddenly, WEASELLY THUG'S cell rings. Confused, he answers. 

 WEASELLY THUG Ya? (looks at LUCHKOV) It's for you. 

 LUCHKOV takes the phone, pissed.

LUCHKOV Who the hell is... 

 AGENT PHIL COULSON You're at 114 Solenski Plaza, 3rd floor. We have an F22 exactly 8 miles out. Put the woman on the phone or I will blow up the block before you can make the lobby. HOLY SHIT. 

"How the fuck does he know that?" asked a random student 

"Its shield they know everything" Clint replied 

LUCHKOV places the cell phone against Natasha's ear seeing how she's tied to a chair with her hands tied behind her back. 

 AGENT PHIL COULSON We need you to come in. 

 NATASHA Are you kidding? I'm working! 

"WORKNG, WHAT TYPE OF WORK IS THAT?" yelled the red headed bitch

"My type" "her type" Nat and Clint exclaimed at the same time

 AGENT PHIL COULSON This takes precedence.

NATASHA I'm in the middle of an interrogation and this moron is giving me everything. 

 LUCHKOV I don't give everything. Natasha gives him a look. 

 NATASHA Look, you can't pull me out of this right now. 

 AGENT PHIL COULSON Natasha. Barton's been compromised. A beat. 

 NATASHA Let me put you on hold. 

 She nods to LUCHKOV. As Luchkov comes to take the phone off her, Natasha HITS him with her leg and HEADBUUTS him. Like a spider, she stands up elegantly and starts ATTACKING TALL THUG by KICKBOXING him in the face. Still tied, she ROLLS over WEASELLY THUG after she trips him. She then STOMPS on TALL THUG foot with peg of the chair, then KNOCKS HIM OUT WITH HER HEAD. 

 Yeah, during all this Coulson is still waiting on the line. 

"How is he so calm" asked a first year 

"He's been trained to be" responded Clint 

She then FLIPS over and FALLS down hard on WEASELLY THUG, BREAKING THE CHAIR. She sees TALL THUG stand. Giving her momentum, she runs at him DROP KICKING him, FALLS DOWN and FLIPS right back up and WRAPS HER LEGS AROUND HIS NECK AND KNOCKS HIM OUT COLD. She grabs LUCHKOV, wraps his leg around with a hanging chain and drops him down the open floor, dangling. 

She picks up the phone and her heels, like a boss. 

"Bad Ass"

"Sick"

"Woah"

 NATASHA Where's Barton now? 

"What worried about little old me" Clint said poking the bear

"You wish"

 AGENT PHIL COULSON We don't know. 

 NATASHA But he's alive. 

 AGENT PHIL COULSON We think so. I'll brief you on everything when you get back. But first, we need you to talk to the big guy. 

 NATASHA Coulson, you know that Stark trusts me about as far as he can throw me. 

 AGENT PHIL COULSON No, I've got Stark. You get the big guy. 

 NATASHA Bozhe moi.

" Sorry Bruce"

"All good"

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