Sergeant Barnes: The First Avenger

Assembling the Avengers (Part 1)

AN: anything in italics is spoken in Russian. Ok back to the story 😊
3rd person POV:
Darkness shrouds over the sky. No stars are in sight for a thick curtain of smog forbids them from coming out. A large metal train walks down the rails, chugging past a sign written in Russian.

A dimly lit, old, abandoned warehouse stands next to the train tracks. A light shines over a woman strapped to an old chair. Two men guard her with her interrogator stood a few feet away. One of the men steps forwards and strikes her across the face. Her short red hair whips at her skin which she quickly moves out of her eyes as she tilts her head back. The interrogator begins talking. "This is not how I wanted this evening to go." He states.
"I know how you wanted this evening to go. Believe me this is better." She replies sternly.

The woman wears a short black dress with a pair of black tights, in which, have been cut at her knee, scarlet blood seeps out of the wound. A pair of black heels have been stripped from her and nails have been delicately painted blood red. Dark eye shadow lines her baby blue doe eyes and her lips have been stained a dark peach.

"Who are you working for?" The interrogator asks, folding his arms behind his back, "Lermentov, yes?" The man who struck her across her face grasps hold of the chair and leans her over the edge, threatening to end her life. "Does he think we have to go through him to move our cargo?" The Interrogator asks. The man tilts the chair over the ledge a little further, causing her to panic. "I thought General Solohob was in charge of the export business." She states. The man brings the chair back on all fours and moves away from her. "Solohob a bagman, a front. Your outdated information betrays you. The famous Black Widow and she turns out to be simply another pretty face." The Interrogator explains. Black Widow's face turns stern,
"You think I'm pretty?" She asks, cocking a brow.

The Interrogator nods to the man. He grasps the back of Black Widow's hair and sides of her face. "Tell Lermentov we don't need him to move the tanks. Tell him he is out. Well..." The Interrogator states, striding over to a small wooden table lined with tools. He picks up a spanner. "You may have to write it down." He continues. As Black Widow struggles in the man's grasp, a phone starts ringing. The ringtone echoes throughout the warehouse. The other man takes the phone out of his pocket, and answers the call. "It's for her." He states, handing the phone to the Interrogator. He drops the spanner back on the table and takes the phone. "You listen carefully" he starts.
"You're at 1-14 Silensky Plaza, 3rd floor. We have an F-22 exactly eight miles out. Put the woman on the phone or I will blow up the block before you can make the lobby." Agent Coulson threatens. The Interrogator removes the phone from his ear and stalks over to Black Widow. He thrusts the phone to her ear and she presses it against her shoulder.

"We need you to come in." Coulson states.
"Are you kidding? I'm working." Black Widow exclaims.
"This takes precedence."
"I'm in the middle of an interrogation. This moron is giving me everything." She states. The three men glance at each other in confusion.
"I don't give everything." The Interrogator states. Black Widow gives him a look as if to say 'Really?'
"Look, you can't pull me out of this right now." She states.
"Natasha... Barton's been compromised." Coulson sighs. Natasha takes a moment to let the words sink in.
"Let me put you on hold." She says.

The Interrogator strides over to take the phone but earns a kick to the groin from Natasha. She head butts him to the floor. The two men run over to her. Natasha stands the best she can in the chair and kicks the second man down! She then uses the chair to take out the first man, whipping his legs with the chair legs. The second man jumps to his feet, trying to attack from behind. Natasha swings the chair around and whacks him in the chest. She lands back down on the chair, trapping the man's foot under one of the chair legs! She then flicks her head back and slams it into the man's face, using the chair legs to take out his footing. Natasha kicks the first man's knee in.
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Agent Coulson stands holding the phone, awaiting Natasha's answer but all he can hear is the grunting and shouting from the fight.
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Natasha uses one of the men's bodies as a boost and jumps up into the air, backflipping from the momentum. She slams on top of the other man, smashing the chair to bits. The first man gets back up and attacks her from behind. Natasha, now able to use her hands and arms, pulls back his finger, cracking the bones beneath. The man punches her in the stomach, but Natasha whips around and sends a blow to his side. She jumps up and kicks him in the ribs, falling down onto her back. She propels her self back up and entangles her legs around his neck, swinging round and dumping him on the ground.