As soon as Natasha dives for the things leg she hears Felicity’s blaster go off. ’Smart girl.’ The droid feels like it weighs a ton and that makes it harder for her to throw it off it’s balance, but Natasha tries, pulling at it’s leg with all of her strength, and it’s when Felicity manages to hit it – once, then twice, going off of the vibration of impact Natasha feels from her fingers around cold metal – that the robot get’s distracted, or too damaged, or both. Either way, it’s leg gives, and Natasha can feel it going down before it knows well enough to stabilize itself. The other bad part about it being so heavy is that when it falls, it’ll most likely crush whoever is in it’s way, and now that she’s low Natasha can see Felicity on the ground with her blaster out right in front of the thing.
”Roll to your right!” She calls out to Felicity loudly, and Natasha grips the things loose foot to pull it to her left, causing it to fall to her right and in the opposite direction of Felicity’s roll. The sound of it hitting the ground is deafening, a mechanical crush that would probably be morbid if it was flesh and bone, and when it collides with the floor I does so flat on it’s face. Powerful or not, it’s still a robot, and robot’s don’t have the common sense to throw their arms out before them to break their own fall. As soon as it’s down Natasha is on her feet and jumping over it, running to Felicity and grabbing her hand where she still lay on the ground to help her up if she needs it. As soon as she’s sure Felicity is alright she turns to look at the newly fallen droid, and her jaw sets with a firm tension that’s paired with an unwavering stare.
This is ridiculous. Natasha wouldn’t be angry if it was just her, but Felicity doesn’t have the training to go through something like this with someone who isn’t like Natasha, and even then, it was a little too close for comfort. What type of person would throw someone without extensive training into a test session like this? The blatant disregard for an innocent life is enough to leave a spoiled taste on Natasha’s tongue, coppery with anger, and she reaches for her blaster at her hip once more. “You want close contact?” She says it aloud with heat in her voice, fury like venom dripping from her every word, and with three long strides she’s at the droid’s side when it’s arms move to push itself up off the ground. A heavy foot lands in the center of its back, slamming it back down onto tile as Natasha keeps it still, and within a second her blaster is out of its holster and pointed close range to the back of the machine’s head in one fluid motion. There’s no hesitation when she pulls the trigger to blast a hole through it’s circuitry, and she has the urge to shoot it once more but restrains, instead letting the weapon lower to her side. Killers make sure their target is dead; murderers take vengeance beyond that. It’s a distinct line that Natasha is sure to never cross, even if the target isn’t human.
Only then does she turn back to Felicity, returning to her with her blaster back in its holster, and she eyes her up and down before making direct eye contact. “Well, you’re alive.” She can’t help but grin. “All in all, it could have been worse.” Her smile fades, though, into something more sympathetic. “You alright?”
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”Roll to your right!” She calls out to Felicity loudly, and Natasha grips the things loose foot to pull it to her left, causing it to fall to her right and in the opposite direction of Felicity’s roll. The sound of it hitting the ground is deafening, a mechanical crush that would probably be morbid if it was flesh and bone, and when it collides with the floor I does so flat on it’s face. Powerful or not, it’s still a robot, and robot’s don’t have the common sense to throw their arms out before them to break their own fall. As soon as it’s down Natasha is on her feet and jumping over it, running to Felicity and grabbing her hand where she still lay on the ground to help her up if she needs it. As soon as she’s sure Felicity is alright she turns to look at the newly fallen droid, and her jaw sets with a firm tension that’s paired with an unwavering stare.
This is ridiculous. Natasha wouldn’t be angry if it was just her, but Felicity doesn’t have the training to go through something like this with someone who isn’t like Natasha, and even then, it was a little too close for comfort. What type of person would throw someone without extensive training into a test session like this? The blatant disregard for an innocent life is enough to leave a spoiled taste on Natasha’s tongue, coppery with anger, and she reaches for her blaster at her hip once more. “You want close contact?” She says it aloud with heat in her voice, fury like venom dripping from her every word, and with three long strides she’s at the droid’s side when it’s arms move to push itself up off the ground. A heavy foot lands in the center of its back, slamming it back down onto tile as Natasha keeps it still, and within a second her blaster is out of its holster and pointed close range to the back of the machine’s head in one fluid motion. There’s no hesitation when she pulls the trigger to blast a hole through it’s circuitry, and she has the urge to shoot it once more but restrains, instead letting the weapon lower to her side. Killers make sure their target is dead; murderers take vengeance beyond that. It’s a distinct line that Natasha is sure to never cross, even if the target isn’t human.
Only then does she turn back to Felicity, returning to her with her blaster back in its holster, and she eyes her up and down before making direct eye contact. “Well, you’re alive.” She can’t help but grin. “All in all, it could have been worse.” Her smile fades, though, into something more sympathetic. “You alright?”