After Bill puts a bullet in Beatrice's head, Bill joins forces with Dreykov and The Red Room. Weary of this, former agent Natasha Romanoff code name Black Widow decides she needs to join forces with Beatrice Kiddo code name Black Mamba. Whilst being...
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The air in the warehouse crackled with tension as Beatrix faced Taskmaster, her katana gleaming in her hands. The squad of Widows flanked Taskmaster, their expressions cold and unreadable. Natasha and Yelena moved swiftly toward the back exit, but Natasha hesitated, her instincts warring with her better judgment.
"Nat, we have to go!" Yelena hissed, tugging her arm. Natasha glanced back at Beatrix, who hadn't moved, her focus locked on Taskmaster. She gritted her teeth, nodding reluctantly. "We'll come back for her."
Beatrix didn't acknowledge their departure. Her voice was calm and cutting. "You've been sent to kill me. Dreykov must be desperate." Taskmaster tilted their head, mimicking Beatrix's stance. The sound of their sword sliding from its sheath echoed through the warehouse.
"Let's see if you're worth the effort," Beatrix murmured, shifting her weight. Taskmaster struck first, their movements quick and calculated. They swung their blade in a precise arc, aiming for Beatrix's midsection. Beatrix parried with ease, the clash of steel reverberating through the room.
The Widows began to close in, but Beatrix moved with deadly precision, her katana cutting through the air as she dodged and countered their attacks. She was a storm of fluid motion, taking down two Widows in a matter of seconds. Taskmaster advanced again, their strikes faster this time, mimicking Beatrix's style with unnerving accuracy. Beatrix adjusted her stance, recognizing the familiar moves. "You copy, but you don't create," she taunted, dodging a thrust and landing a shallow cut on Taskmaster's arm. "That's your weakness."
Taskmaster didn't respond, their blank mask betraying nothing. They lunged again, forcing Beatrix back toward the crates of Dreykov's chemical vials.
Meanwhile, Natasha and Yelena reached the rear of the warehouse, where Yelena was rigging the last of the charges. "She's not going to make it out in time," Natasha said, her voice tight. "She told us to leave," Yelena replied, her tone clipped as she set the detonator. "If we stay, we all die."
Natasha cursed under her breath, glancing back toward the main floor. The sounds of combat echoed through the building. "We give her five more minutes," Natasha said firmly. Yelena hesitated, then nodded. "Five minutes."
Back on the main floor, Beatrix ducked beneath Taskmaster's blade, delivering a sharp kick to their chest that sent them staggering. She turned toward the remaining Widows, but something was wrong—one of them had hung back, lingering near the crates of vials. The Widow raised her hand, revealing a small device. A signal jammer.
Beatrix's eyes widened as she realized what it meant. "No..." Before she could act, the Widow activated the device, triggering a hidden transmitter. The vials around them began to hiss and glow, releasing a faint red mist into the air.
Taskmaster stepped back, seemingly unfazed, as the mist began to fill the room. The remaining Widows straightened, their movements suddenly sharper, more aggressive. "Dreykov's chemical control," Beatrix muttered, her grip tightening on her katana.
The Widows advanced in unison, their eyes cold and unyielding. Beatrix backed toward the exit, realizing she was out of time.
Natasha and Yelena waited just outside the warehouse, their eyes on the main entrance. "Time's up," Yelena said, holding the detonator.
Natasha clenched her fists, torn between leaving and rushing back inside. Before she could decide, the entrance doors burst open. Beatrix stumbled out, coughing and covered in cuts. "Go!" Beatrix yelled, waving them off.
Yelena didn't hesitate, pressing the detonator. The warehouse erupted in a massive explosion, the shockwave throwing them all to the ground. Fire and debris rained down as the building collapsed in on itself.
The team regrouped a few blocks away, hidden in an alley as they caught their breath. Beatrix leaned against a wall, wiping blood from a cut on her forehead.
"That... was closer than I'd like," Yelena muttered, brushing ash off her jacket. Natasha's eyes were on Beatrix. "What happened in there?" Beatrix took a deep breath, steadying herself. "They released the chemical control agent. Dreykov's perfected it—he can reprogram the Widows instantly."
Natasha's expression hardened. "Then we have to move faster. If Dreykov can deploy that on a large scale..." "It won't just be Widows under his control," Beatrix finished grimly. "It'll be anyone he chooses." Alexei's voice crackled over the comms. "Are you all alive? Please tell me you didn't blow up without me."
"We're fine," Natasha replied. "But we need extraction now." "I'll have the jet ready in ten minutes," Alexei said. As the team prepared to leave, Beatrix pulled Natasha aside.
"There was something else," Beatrix said quietly, showing her the photograph again. "This woman. She's part of this. We need to find her." Natasha studied the image, her brow furrowing. "I've never seen her before. But if she's with Dreykov..."
"She's a key to all of this," Beatrix said. "And she's connected to Bill." Natasha nodded, her determination clear. "Then we find her. And we end this—for good."
