Romanrogers With a Twist

-Chapter Five-

-Natasha's POV-

*Flashback*

-Vienna Austria-

My eyes fly open, at the bright light shining down into my eyes.  I must have fallen asleep during the flight.  Luckily the plane was on auto pilot.  My arms are stretched out in front of me, with my left arm slightly covering my right eyes.  I lean back and stretch my body out.  That feels much better.  

I stare at the window, taking a grasp on the scenery.  The bright light that was shining down on me, was a street light, coming from a dark and tall building that now stands in front of the quinjet.  The sky is dark and grim.  Must be late, probably why I fell asleep.  

I get up, and decide to get dressed.  I change into a white suit, alike with my black ones, but this one I like.  I look around for a weapon of choice, and snatch a pair of guns and my favorite pair of sticks to smack people with.  I place the sticks in my back pockets, and the guns in my side pockets.  I grab a few knifes and hide them around me.  

I land the quinjet, in a safe place, and hide it.  I walk out to the building.  When you get closer however, the building is much larger.  The building is dark and tall.   I look around for a entrance.  I find a door, with no cameras around it, so I run up to door and pull it open slowly.  The door makes a loud squeaky noise, that disturbs my ears.  I clench my jaw in annoyance.  

I dart into the building.  And kick the door shut, so it doesn't even get a chance to squeak.  I thought for sure, that when I came in people would be all around me.   But no not a single soul lingers nearby.  I try not to think about why no one was there, otherwise I'll get distracted.  

I pull a gun out of side pocket and hold it up with both of my hands.  I point the gun upwards, the safety unloaded.  I pull myself directly behind a wall.  The lights in the building are dark.  And it's just barely visible.  There are small dim lights lined along the wall, and the walls are dark and gray.  The place feels abandoned.  Almost.  Almost abandoned.

I know someone is there.  I can just sense it.  A little rush of air reaches me.  It touches me.  Before there wasn't a breeze.  They are near.  I quickly pull myself behind a wall and keep my gun pointed ready to aim at any flying second.  

My heart speeds fastly, causing my chest pounding.  I hold my face up.  I take a small step to get a closer glance.  I pull my face close to the edge of the wall.  As soon as one of strands hair passes the wall, a bullet flies past my ear.  I duck back immediately.  So know they want to fight.

Fury said,  if they try to kill me I can kill them right?  Besides they shot first!  I aim my gun at them as I cross the wall.  I hit them right in the shoulder.  They stare back at me horrified by what I did.  They try to get both hands on their gun, but the shoulder I shot, must be affecting their that arm too.  

The Agent immediately drops the gun.  They stare back at me, gasping heavily.  "How dare you."  The agent says with a thick sokovian accent.  They toss their head back staring at me.  

"Sorry those were just the orders I was given."  I shrug my shoulders innocently.  

"Who gave you the orders?"  They ask.  I notice dark eyes glowering at me.  

"Do I have to tell you?  Is it really not that obvious?"  I throw my hair back to the side.  

"No.  It's really not."  They tell me.  The agent starts to walk up to me slowly.  I stand back and put the gun back in my pocket.  I start to walk up to the agent.  I throw my leg up, at their face, knocking their nose slightly.  They attempted to block it, but failed.