Little Widow | marvel

Part 1 - Prague

"I've got eyes on the target. 5th floor, northeast side of the building," I say through my ear piece.
"Copy, Trusonova. I'm in position. Take the shot," my teammate, Pavlov, replies.
"Affirmative," I say. "Firing in 3, 2... Dammit. Target is on the move, I've lost the shot. Secure all building exits."

I put the sniper on my back and head off the roof towards the ground. I run to the main entrance of the building, but the target exits before I can get there. Fuck, this was supposed to be a quick and clean mission.

"Target has made the ground and handed off the package. Pavlov, secure the package. I'm going after the target."
"Copy, Trusonova."

I hop on the first motorcycle I see and speed down the streets of Prague to catch up to the target. She's gone down an alley way. I cut her off at the other end, dismounting the motorcycle while it's still in motion. I use the momentum to slide towards the target while I slice through her abdomen. But not before she can stab me in the leg. I pull out my gun and put a couple bullet in her head for good measure.

"The target has been taken care of," I say. "On my way to you, Pavlov. What's the status on the package?"
"I'm working on it", she replies, sounding slightly out of breath.

I run towards her location, limping along the way because of the bleeding gash in my leg. But I'm stopped on my way by a red-haired woman in a tight, black body suit holding a gun 10 feet in front of me.

"Pavlov, we've got company," I say into the ear piece.
"I've almost secured the package. Stabilize the threat," my teammate replies.
"On it."

I stare at the woman in front of me, carefully calculating my next move. I grab both my guns and fire at her while running, ignoring the searing pain in my thigh. I slide on the ground and aim to knock her off her feet, ruin her center of gravity, but I fail.

She's good. But I'm better.

I get back to my feet and charge at her again. I'm out of bullets, so this will be a hands on fight. I grab my knife and swipe at her stomach, but she backs away half a second before the blade makes contact. She knocks it out of my hand.

Okay, maybe she is better.

"Who are you?" I ask.
"You don't know me well. But I know you, Katya Amalia Trusonova," the woman replies. Something seems strange, but I can't pinpoint what it is.

I push the feeling out of my mind and punch her in the jugular. I try to back up, but I'm met by a man in a red and gold metal suit. Fuck.

I reach in my pocket and throw a tasing device at the metal man. I make a run for it, but my leg is giving out. I know I'm strong enough to make it to Pavlov's location, but I'm tired, so I slow down after I turn a corner. I'm so tired of fighting and killing. I stop for a second, which is very out of character for me. Just one second. But then I feel a hand on my back. I quickly turn around and am met by the same red hair.

"Let go of me before make you," I tell her. She just chuckles.
"You're injured," she states. I stare into her green eyes. I put on a tough face, ready to fight her again.
"I don't want to hurt you," she tells me.
"Well I'll hurt you," I respond as I take a swing at her face.

But before my fist makes contact with her skin, I feel her jam a needle into the side of my torso. I start to feel dizzy. Everything starts to get blurry and then goes black. What was in that needle?