Natasha Romanoff: Killer of men, Lover of women

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As we walked through the dark narrow streets, I couldn't help but feel uneasy. I kept my arm tightly wrapped around Iris' waist, ready to protect her.

I just couldn't shake the feeling we were being followed. Every time I made her stop, and we scanned the area, we found nothing. But with every step, the worried pit in my stomach grew.

"Iris, can we walk faster?"

"Yes, but stop worrying Natty." She said, speeding up a little.

"I can't, something just feels wrong." I whispered, my eyes frantically searching the empty street.

We continued walking for a while, until I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Did you hear that?" I whispered.

I turned my head, my eyes widening as I saw a dark figure raise their knife in front of Iris' head.

"Iris duck!" I screamed, pushing her backwards as I charged for the figure.

I kicked the knife out of their hand, hearing the metal echo against the street.

The masked figure grunted, punching my face hard. I reacted immediately, driving my foot into their stomach and knocking them backwards, sending myself to the floor with a large thud in the process.

Iris then charged forward, her fist meeting their face hard, her knee then making harsh contact with their stomach.

I heard a soft squeal, suggesting to me that the figure was a woman.

She wrapped her legs around Iris' neck, swinging above her shoulders and sending Iris tumbling to the ground.

I know that move. That's a widow move.

She pinned Iris down to the ground, chuckling breathlessly as her hands gripped Iris' neck tightly.

I pushed myself up from the floor, groaning at the pain in my head, but ignoring it as I charged for the woman, pushing her off of Iris and wrestling her away from her.

I heard Iris coughing and breathing desperately.

"Iris! The knife!" I screamed, keeping a firm hold on the woman's neck from behind.

As Iris regained her strength, I felt time slow down and knew this was our shot.

Iris' eyes glowed a bright purple, lighting up the street as she ran for the knife.

I flipped the woman over, pulling off her mask and running to Iris.

She handed me the knife, but when I turned to grab the woman, my body went limp, the knife slipping out of my hand and crashing to the floor.

"Big Sister. You miss me?"

Yelena.

I snapped out of my shock, charging towards my sister and wrapping my arms in a headlock around her neck.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing." I hissed into her ear.

She chuckled, making no effort to escape. I huffed, letting go of her neck and pinning her arms behind her back.

I removed my scarf and tied it securely around her wrists behind her, before grabbing Iris' hand and dragging the two of them behind me.

"We'll discuss this at the house." I growled, keeping the knife directed towards Yelena in case she tried anything.

I held Iris' hand tightly the whole way home, even though she didn't show it, I knew she was drained. I could tell by the way her eyes looked, using that much power took a lot of strength.