" Trained to be the greatest spy in the world since childhood, Natasha Romanoff is a former KGB assassin, an ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, and an Avenger... or at least, she was. After the events of Civil War, Natasha now faces a new wave of persecutions l...
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- Steve won't stop... and if you don't either, Rhodes will be the least of your problems. - Natasha said to Tony, arms crossed on a balcony of the Complex.
- You let them escape...
- We dit it wrongly...
- "We", Nat? - Tony responded, with irony and indignation. - You know... it must be hard to forget your double agent side. It's in your DNA.
- Can't you forget your ego even for one goddamn second? - Romanoff questioned, indignant with Stark's repulsive behavior and repetition.
- Well... T'Challa told Ross what you did in the quinjet Hangar... they're coming after you.
- I'm not the one who needs protection. - Nat indicated, leaving the place with quick steps.
The Widow continued her trajectory through the Avengers Complex, noticing the discreet glances that accompanied her every step... apparently, all the agents working for the Avengers were already aware of Romanoff's sudden change of sides... if she didn't leave there in a few minutes, she would probably be caught. Following this line of thought, Natasha headed towards the parking lot, where she encountered Ross's attack squad lurking, coming towards her in SUVs while she had to escape on her motorcycle. Departing at high speed, through a gap in the gates that closed as she approached, Romanova sped down the long track leading to the exit of the facilities. Shots and more shots were fired at the spy, but thanks to her piloting skills, she managed to dodge successfully. Grabbing one of her shock discs, she threw it back until it hit the bumper of one of the SUVs, destabilizing it and causing those behind to collide with it, creating a chain reaction that stopped them from pursuing her.
New York, Hours Later...
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Natasha had been on the road for hours, using shortcuts she had used during her time as a S.H.I.E.L.D. spy to escape the prying eyes of the American government, the feds, and anyone else who could hand her over to General Ross. She was running out of options... she urgently needed help... until she remembered an old friend in the streets of Hell's Kitchen. Already nearing her destination, the redhead headed to a dead-end alley and parked her bike there, covering it with some bags near an open dumpster. Covering her face with the hood of her coat, Natasha crossed the street and entered an old bar to the sounds of bells ringing, indicating new customers were lurking. The place was nice, a typical American bar, with few customers. Romanoff sat in front of the service counter and waited until the bartender arrived...
