Budapest (Black Widow: Love is for Children)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I couldn't stop myself from shaking. I was wounded, exhausted and (as much as I hate to admit it) scared... very scared. I've been in worst scenarios but its nothing compared to watching the Hulk transform. I felt blood drop from a gash on my forehead and I focused on the sounds of the emergency alarm.

"Its Barton!" A voice said in my headset, "He took out our systems. He's headed for the detention level."

Clint! He's heading towards me. My heart skipped a beat. Then I remembered he has been compromised. Part of me wanted to sit this one out and pretend I didn't hear it, but I knew it was the wrong thing to do.

"Your ledger is dripping, it's gushing red..." Loki's voice rang in my head.

Does anybody copy?"

Without thinking I pressed the talk button; activating my microphone.

"It's Agent Romanoff, I copy."

Then I pulled my ratty self off the ground and stumbled towards the hallway.

I watched Clint walk down the metal bridge. Then when the time was right I jumped him from behind. He heard me. The arrow was already loaded. He fired  and I pushed the bow away just in time to see his arrow fly harmlessly past me.

Then I gave his bow a twist, which caused his to loosen his grip. He returned with a punch aimed at my face. I was knocked back from the impact and he took the advantage to nail me with another punch. Luckily I was fast enough to block it and return a blow of my own that hit him straight in the chest. While he stumbled back, I slid down a metal shaft and swung myself around a pole landed softly behind him. He quickly turned around but not before I landed a kick on his chest. When he caught his balance he loaded another arrow and fired it, aiming for my heart. I grabbed a nearby pole and swung myself 360 degrees to dodge the arrow. I jumped onto the parallel rail. He followed.

And there we were throwing punches and kicks at each other and anticipating each other's every move. Neither of us was getting a clear shot. Then I had an idea. I grabbed his bow, his only weapon, and pulled, pulled hard. He was desperate to retrieve it; we ended up having a tug-of-war with the bow probably close to breaking it. Then he released his grip and I stumbled backwards. I looked up to see him pull a small, sliver object from the side of his belt. In the dim lighting it took me a second to realize he was holding a small knife.

He struck his first blow but I grabbed his arm and pushed it downwards. The momentum and his own strength made him land the knife blow on his own thigh. He grunted in pain. His second attack was aimed at my left cheek. I blocked and threw a kick at his knee. It feel forward. And I grabbed his knife-holding arm and pulled it was my shoulder. Then I twisted it, hard, probably dislocating his arm. The yelped but it didn't stop him from swinging his injured arm at me. He managed to wrap his other arm around me. I pushed to escape his hold, but he was too strong. His knife slid close to my neck. I watched, fearfully, as the sharp tip came closer to my throat.

Then without thinking, I bit his arm.

I watched him fall to the ground in pain. I slammed his head onto the side rail. He fell to the ground, still conscious.

I watched him try to slowly pull himself up, wincing and grunting. My heart raced, is he still turned? He slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"Natasha-"

I bitched slapped him and watched him fall back onto the ground, this time unconscious. It was better safe than sorry.

The surviving agents filed in just in time to see me collapse onto the ground with exhaustion. The med team was right behind them. I leaned against the side of the railing as the agents surrounded the unconscious Clint with all their guns aimed at him.