all-(not) american bitch || mcu x hp

TA: 1.2 | i feel for your every little issue

[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.
The tall thug is in the middle of a brutal beating on Natasha Romanoff.

Lots of collective gasps were heard.

"Why are they beating a girl?"

"What did she do?"

"Poor girl."

He backhands Natasha's face. She feels the pain, but does not break down.
Luchkov, who was smiling, walks up to her.

"Bloody hell, he's a psycho." Peter Pettigrew said.

Luchkov: (IN RUSSIAN) This is not how I wanted the evening to go.

Natasha: (IN RUSSIAN) I know how you wanted this evening to go. Believe me, this is better.

Luchkov: (IN RUSSIAN) I'd like to know why they sent you to carry out a carrier, a stained glass and other random items.

A tall thug rocks her chair back, balancing her off the edge of an open floor. Natasha was seen to be scared.

Natasha: (IN RUSSIAN) I thought General Soholob was in charge of the export business.

Luchkov: (IN RUSSIAN) Soholob? Your reputation is quite a progression. THE FAMOUS BLACK WIDOW. Nothing but a pretty face.

"Who's Black Widow?" James Potter asked.

"What is a Black Widow?" Amos Diggory also asked.

"Why is a Black Widow?" Barty Crouch Jr. asked, laughing.

Natasha: You really think I'm pretty?

"Yes!"

"Hello? Have you seen yourself? I would RAWR ARF ARF BARK BARK GRRRR" The person who kept commenting on Agent Hill exclaimed. A hand clamped over her mouth.

"Please stop, get some help."

Luchkov slowly walks over to a table filled with tools. He picks up a pair of pliers. Tall thung opened her mouth wide open.

"Don't do that to my wife!" The same person earlier said.

Luchkov: (IN RUSSIAN) 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, he was 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.

"How did he know?"

"Maybe because he's an agent? a spy as you saw earlier?"

Lunchkov 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!

"What?!" Walburga Black exclaimed.