Nat pushed open the door, hair falling in her face. Her guard was down, unintentionally, and she didn't realise it until a group of people jumped her as she exited her stall.
She tried to fight back, but they had the advantage. Normally, against five people she'd win, but they were restraining her. One of the people holding her leg, she'd seen before. It took a second, but his face clicked. She must've shown recognition because he grinned maliciously.
The words slinked out of his mouth, swimming in his heavy Russian accent, "It will be a pleasure to see you die, agent Romanoff."
The moment he finished, she drew her foot back and kicked him in the face, cursing angrily in Russian. Now that she had one less appendage restrained, she tried her best to fight them off.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one of them hand the one from earlier, the only one she recognised, a switchblade.
The only thing she could think to say was, "Crap."
He smiled a patented evil guy smile and flicked the blade open.
She backed up, nearly running into another one of his cronies, "Hey, wait..."
He took a cocky step forward, "Trying for negotiations Agent? Is that really your best move?"
She smirked, "Nope. This is."
She kicked one of them in the face, her heel making contact with his nose, garnering an angry cracking sound. She ran a few steps for momentum, bounced off of the wall, and landed a blow on another guy, straight in the chest.
The leader threw the switchblade, and before she could move, it embedded itself right where the center of her lung was. She doubled over, her side exploding in pain. She barely saw his satisfied smirk. She tried to push the cry down her throat, but a small whimper still escaped her lips.
Wanda was getting worried about her, so she got up, just to make sure she was okay.
When she got to the bathroom, Nat was on the floor, slightly propped up against the wall, and barely conscious. The people had left as soon as they saw she'd been hit, because the blade was coated in poison, and, well, no need in watching paint dry.
Nat coughed weakly, she had to keep herself conscious. Wanda gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. Nat turner her head slightly.
"Wanda.."
"Omigod Tasha! Are you okay? We have to get you to a hospital."
"'M okay Wanda."
"We have to get you to a hospital."
Nat shook her head, "No, really-"
Wanda picked her up, careful not to aggravate the wound.
She coughed again, "Wanda..."
Wanda kissed her forehead, and Nat promptly passed out.
