Diamond Skin[DISCONTINUED]

First Encounter

The woman sipped her champagne nonchalantly. The black dress she wore had a swooping neckline that showed the curvature of her breast, the fabric hugging her curves tightly and ended just above her knee. Dark scarlet red lipstick covered her plump lips, her narrow face with sharp cheekbones were accompanied by a soft, slightly upturned nose. Her wide, almond shaped brown eye were framed by long, thick lashes covered in mascara, her pale blonde hair had slightly darker streaks in it, her left side was cut to her earlobe while the right side stopped just below her chin. A pair of diamond earrings hung from her ears, and her bracelet gold. She smiled politely at the waiter when she grabbed another glass off of his tray,

"Target is moving." The voice whispered through her earrings.

"Finally, I was starting to thing he's gay." She muttered quietly, hiding her mouth from behind her glass.

A large hand stopped her from taking another sip while a heavily accented voice crooned in her ear,

"I do not think a lady should drink so much."

Her large doe eyes gazed up at his oily face, as she bit her lip seductively.

"Trust me, I can handle a little more alcohol than you think." She crooned.

"More than I can?" He chuckled at the thought.

She grinned, knowing very good and well that she could and most definitely will do so. The woman took his outstretched arm, letting him lead her to the bar for something much stronger than champagne.

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Natasha Romanoff watched as her target flirted with a blonde woman at the bar. She mentally cursed when the two drunkenly stumbled to the elevator, the golden doors closing right after they sloppily kissed. She pressed a finger to her ear discreetly,

"I lost him. Guess like we're listening to them get steamy." She said calmly,

"Oh great, I'm sure Fury will love to hear all of our recordings." Clint muttered sarcastically in her ear.

Natasha smiled as she left the party. She didn't wonder why a classy woman like the mystery one was trying to outdrink a Russian, if she had then maybe the night would've went differently.

When she entered the car, Clint already had her usual attire hung up and ready for her to change into. He only sent a glance her way as she changed, brows furrowed as he listened intently to their spy gear in the Russian's room. They were definitely having sex but after a bit it sounded odd,

"Hey Tasha? You should really listen to this."

"Really Clint, you're actually listening to them?"

"Just listen." He ordered.

Natasha sighed and slipped on the headphones, she was greeted by loud moans and squeaking of bedsprings. Her pale green eyes flicked to her partner, who gestured her to keep listening. After a full minute did she hear something odd,

"It's...repeating itself?" She looked up at him, "A recording."

He nodded, We need eyes in that room."

"Room Service or Black Widow?"

"Black Widow for sure."

Natasha smirked at that as she prepared herself for a long climb up twelve floors.

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The mysterious woman popped up the collar of her black trench coat that hugged her wide hips. She now wore tight but flexible pants, a turtle neck shirt, snug boots she could run in comfortably, and a few knives and a pistol in an underarm holster with a silencer in her pocket. Once she was out of the room she glided through the halls silently, dark eyes scanning the area discreetly. Her fingers pressed against the elevator call button as she patiently waited, the com in her ear turned on as her partner whispered in the mike,

"You have two incoming. One already is in the room and the other will pass you in the elevator." Her handler informed her, "And Scythe? They have been identified as Clint Barton aka Hawkeye and Natasha Romanoff aka Black Widow."

"Copy that Deathstalker, going dark. Tell Pandora we might shake hands sooner than expected."

Scythe took out the com and crushed it beneath the heel of her boot just before the elevator doors opened. She smiled politely at the man who passed her with a dip of his head. It wasn't till the doors were nearly closed did he turn and try to shoot her due to the fact his partner had recognized her face. The woman adjusted her leather gloves casually as she stopped at the main floor, gliding through the Lobby without running into any troubles. It wasn't until she was a few blocks away did she finally run into trouble. There was a faint whistling in the air, with impossible speed the assassin named Scythe caught the arrow before it hit her. Looking closer she noticed a needle instead of a regular arrow head. A tranquilizer. She dropped the arrow while secretly pocketing the serum and turning to face the archer, who crouched in the middle of the street with his bow drawn,

"I never thought I would fight both Hawkeye and Black Widow on the same night." She signed. It took the man by surprise, but he couldn't sign back due to his full hand.

Scythe twirled around just in time to take Black Widow by surprise. Kicking the woman's knee hard enough that the joint instantly dislocated, and moved so she was supporting the woman from behind with the gun pointed to her head and the dart stealthily pushed up against her leg where an important artery was. She raised an eyebrow at him in question. With a sigh Clint put the arrow back into its quiver and put his bow on the ground. Scythe jabbed Natasha, quickly injecting the sedative into her system. The woman instantly fell unconscious, as she shifted her aim at the man. Winking at him as she backed into an alleyway. Clint called for backup as he cared for his partner in crime.

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Scythe didn't care as her boots made noise against pavement, for she wanted their attention. Finally she noticed the different Agents that stalked her. What surprised her was how subtle a certain group of heroes were as they stepped out of the shadows. Scythe faced the one and only Captain America,

"Hello Captain America. I'm surprised they called you in." She signed. A man with a metal arm translated for her.

"Our orders are to bring you in. Are you going to make it easy on us?" He asked, body ready for a fight.

With a faint smile she casually put a silencer on her gun, waiting for them to make their move. There was a whisper of movement behind her, and the assassin turned just in time to block an attack from a tall man with long black hair. Loki, God of Mischief. She shot him in the shoulder, stunning him long enough so she could swipe his feet from under him with her leg. Her booted foot resting on his neck with enough weight to keep him gasping for air. Mid turn she scooped up a rock which she flick at Wanda aka Scarlett Witch, and hit her forehead. It would render her useless for the time being. She caught yet another arrow that was shot at her and stabbed the man with a metal arm, causing him to be paralyzed. Scythe pushed his stiff body to the ground, comically, he fell in the same position he was standing in. Suddenly she jumped into the air for a backflip as an iconic shield flew beneath her. The assassin landed in a kneeling position as it harmlessly passed over her back. When she stood, she shot at the upraised shield as she casually strode closer to him. A look of boredom on her face. Scythe turned to shoot Loki in the leg, lifting an arm to deflect Hawkeye's knife. She kicked him away, while putting her gun back into its holster. From behind, the Super Solider kicked the back of her knee that forced her into a kneeling position. She stopped Barton from kicking her face and twisted his leg so he was forced to move without breaking the limb. Using a hidden blade she stabbed Captain America in the leg and sliced his wrist deep enough for him to worry about it. Using the same blade, she stabbed through Hawkeye's pant leg and into the cement with ease. She vanished in the shadows, a smirk on her face as she left them. The assassin traveled through the streets silently. Her dark eyes always checking for something wrong with the scene she was in, ears trying to find the even slightest sound. Yet, somehow she lost The Avengers in under less than a minute. Still, she took precautions as she made a call on a payphone.

"Scythe, Death had Reaped another soul." She murmured in a language that most people would call gibberish. Then she hung up, glancing around before she vanished within the nightly crowds. Finally going back home