Scarlet Silence

Chapter 3 - Mission Failed (?)

At the sight of the gun, Anzhelika immediately rose, eyes widened in shock, but she wasn't the only one. The woman on the other end of the gun also looked like she'd seen a ghost.

There, Natasha Romanoff, the renowned Black Widow herself, or in the Red Room, known as 'the traitor', stood, her eyes switching between the girl and the dead body. She approached Anzhelika cautiously, lowering her gun.

"Hey... what are you doing here, kiddo?"
She was immediately cut off by Anzhelika taking her gun back out of her jacket and trailing it at Natasha's head.

Natasha tried to speak calmly, but firmly. Deep inside, she just wanted to go back to bed. "Put the gun down. Now," she said, though Anzhelika simply rolled her eyes, not appearing that intimidated, if anything, she wanted to beat the Red Room's best assassin, so Madame B would finally stop telling her if it weren't for Natasha, she'd be the best.

The two got into a standoff, both keeping their guns on each other. Eventually, Anzhelika went to kick Natasha's gun out of her hands, Natasha dodged, lunging forward and grabbing Anzhelika's gun, as the girl fired a round of shots, piercing the ceiling rather than Natasha. Anzhelika kicked Natasha in the stomach whilst she had the chance, sending Natasha stumbling back, but with Anzhelika's gun in her hands.

"I don't want to hurt you, but if you pull shit like that you're gonna force me to kid," she said, before throwing the gun out of the window. She looked annoyed, but concerned as to why a 4'11 kid had been there, with a gun by the dead body. That's when the pieces fell into place. Natasha's face dropped in realization, but Anzhelika was already making her next move, delivering a series of kicks to Natasha's body.

Natasha groaned before grabbing Anzhelika's legs, and since she was taller than the girl, Anzhelika was forced into a messy leg lift, dangling. Anzhelika went to use her free leg to kick Natasha's knee, which made Natasha stumble and drop the girl, she landed on her shoulders, before performing a Chinese get-up, landing firmly on her feet.

Natasha moved to subdue the girl, grabbing her in a bear hug. Anzhelika started to squirm. Out of all the subdue tactics, this was her least favorite. She brought one of her legs up to Natasha's head; it connected with her right temple, and her grip faltered a bit. Before she could regain a strong grip, Anzhelika moved her arms up in a streamlined position, before snapping her torso down, forcing herself out of Natasha's grip and rolling away.

"Who taught you to move like that kid..." she mumbled angrily.

Anzhelika had also had enough, allowing her emotions to get the better of her, but mostly her drive to beat Natasha and become the world's best Black Widow, and watch Elsje's face as she told her she'd killed the Natasha Romanoff.

Anzhelika really needed a reality check.

She reached for her throwing knives, sending three straight at Natasha, who dodged them all behind a wall. Natasha then rushed towards the girl, pushing her back into a cabinet before slamming her against a counter, careful not to hit the girl's head, however.

Anzhelika's body was laid flat on the countertop, her right leg slipping off and on the edge. Natasha's hand was firmly gripping her shirt just above her shoulder, and Anzhelika did the same with her own. Natasha's voice was shaky and strong. "Stay down," she said harshly. Anzhelika just pushed, "Stay down!" Natasha was agitated, she'd had enough of fighting a little girl who was too slippery to be subdued. Anzhelika pushed Natasha extremely aggressively, which only irritated her more. "Stay down!" She shouted, her voice strained.

Anzhelika hated this position, she had decided she hated it more than the bear hug. She started screaming, reaching for an old picture frame behind her and breaking it over the top of Natasha's head. Natasha let out a strained groan, stumbling backward onto the floor.