Heroes Rise {𝟝} | Marvel √

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Russia
Solenski Plaza

On the third floor, out in the outskirts, near a railroad, a still in construction building was being occupied by Georgi Luchkov, a large, Russian General along with his thugs.

A tall thug was in the middle of a brutal beating on Natasha Romanoff, a slewing, foxy, unbelievable sexy spy. He backhanded Natasha's face and she felt the pain, but she will not break down.

Luchkov, smiling, walked up to her and began to speak to her in Russian. "This is not how I wanted the evening to go," Luchkov said.

"I know how you wanted this evening to go. Believe me, this is better," Natasha said.

"I'd like to know why they sent you to carry out a carrier, a stained glass and other random items," Luchkov said then the tall thug rocked her chair back, blanching her off the edge of an open floor, making Natasha now scared.

"I thought General Soholob was in charge of the export business," Natasha said.

"Soholob? Your reputation is quite a progression. The famous Black Widow. Nothing but a pretty face," Luchkov said.

"You really think I'm pretty?" Natasha asked then Luchkov slowly walked over to a table filled with tools. He picked up a pair of pliers then the tall thug opened her mouth wide open.

"We do not need the Lermontov to transfer the tanks. Tell him, well," Luchkov said before he stopped talking in Russian but in English now. "You may have to write it down."

Suddenly, the weaselly thug's cell rings. Confused, he answered. "Ya?" He asked, then he hesitantly looked at Luchkov. "It's for you."

Luchkov took the phone, pissed. "Who the hell-" he started to say but was quickly cut off my Agent Phil Coulson on the other line.

"You're at 114 Solenski Plaza, 3rd floor. We have an F22 exactly 8 miles out. Put the woman on the phone or I will blow up the block before you can make the lobby." Terrified, Luchkov placed the cell phone against Natasha's ear seeing how she's tied to a chair with her hand tied behind her back. "We need you to come in."

"Are you kidding?! I'm working!" Natasha responded in English.

"This takes precedence."

"I'm in the middle of an interrogation and this moron is giving me everything," Natasha said.

"I don't...give everything," Luchkov said but Natasha gave him a look.

"Look, you can't pull me out of this right now," Natasha said.

"Natasha. Barton's been compromised."

After a long beat, Natasha sighed. "Let me put you on hold," she said before she nodded to Luchkov. As he came to take the phone off her, Natasha hit him with her leg and headbuut him. Like a spider, she stood up elegantly and started to attack the tall thug by kickboxing him in the face.

Still tied, she rolled over the weaselly thug after she tripped him.

She then stomped on the tall thug's foot with a leg of the chair, then knocked him out with her head.

She then flipped over and fell down hairs on the weaselly thug, breaking the chair but she saw the tall thug stand.

Giving her momentum, she ran at him and kicked him, fell down and flipped right back up then wrapped her legs around his neck and knocked him out cold.

She grabbed Luchkov, wrapped his leg around with a hanging chain and dropped him down the open floor. She picked up the phone and her heels , like a boss. "Where's Barton now?" Natasha asked.