Natasha probably shouldn't find such comfort in the smell of burning rubber and smoke, and yet here she is, feeling more alive than she has in days. Her senses are heightened, her adrenaline is rushing through her veins, and Natasha is in her element, now, chasing down criminals and keeping innocent lives safe. She's a Threat Assessor. This is one hell of a threat, and she's here to assess it.
She's in the middle of guiding a woman to run in the opposite direction of the blasts after falling when she hears the screeching of tires, and Natasha looks over her shoulder to spot a group of maniacs peeling down the road with grenades clenched in their fists. People are running, and she understands why. But to Natasha, live grenades are tools, and she runs toward the vehicle when she finally sees one of them launch the weapon into the street.
What she doesn't count on is almost colliding with a civilian who was apparently hiding behind the cement wall she was rushing towards, and having him there puts him in her direct line of aim which is a Problem. She's counting in her head, there isn't enough time for either of them to turn away from it without losing a limb in the explosion, so Natasha makes a split second decision and wraps her arm around the mans waist. She doesn't stop moving, instead throwing her body down and using the force of her own weight to drag him down with her until they hit the ground, and her free arm reaches out simultaneous to her fall to grab the live bomb. Fingers close around it, she twists her torso to look back at her now clear path, her arm arches, and she swings the grenade to send it scattering across the asphalt until it's stopped by a large chunk of discarded concrete in the middle of the road.
Natasha doesn't see them try to cut the wheel of their vehicle to avoid driving any closer, instead turning her head away to lie flat on her stomach and grabbing the strangers head to pull it into her shoulder. Her natural instinct is to shield his face from the blast behind them, and less than a second later the explosion shakes the ground they're on. She holds him still for a lingering moment, as if she's waiting to see if she hears anything else. The goal is to make them crash, not blow them up with that much live ammunition in their vehicle, but it's possible that her toss was a little off considering the sudden drop she had to make to get the unexpected man out of her way.
No second explosion. She's just about to look back when she hears the sounds of them shooting again, and Natasha rolls back behind the cement wall for cover before reaching out and grabbing the stranger by his collar to drag him behind the wall with her. They crashed, but they're still alive, and now they're shooting from where their Transport collided with a building to avoid driving over the grenade. Natasha's back presses against the cement wall and she looks over at the man for the first time, blinking when she sees his face completely.
The poor thing looks like a choir boy.
"You know how to shoot that thing?" She asks breathlessly, nodding at his blaster, and she gives him a single nod. "Because if not you're gonna learn real quick. Don't worry, it'll be fun." She doesn't sound very convincing as she reaches for her own blaster and waits for a pause in fire to make a quick glance around the corner of the wall and fall back. "Three left, I think the other two are knocked out. I'm Natasha, by the way." She looks at him with an almost ridiculous amount of levity. "Didn't mean to ruin your escape route, I just didn't see you there, my bad. You wanna take first shot or should I?"
Afternoon
Natasha probably shouldn't find such comfort in the smell of burning rubber and smoke, and yet here she is, feeling more alive than she has in days. Her senses are heightened, her adrenaline is rushing through her veins, and Natasha is in her element, now, chasing down criminals and keeping innocent lives safe. She's a Threat Assessor. This is one hell of a threat, and she's here to assess it.
She's in the middle of guiding a woman to run in the opposite direction of the blasts after falling when she hears the screeching of tires, and Natasha looks over her shoulder to spot a group of maniacs peeling down the road with grenades clenched in their fists. People are running, and she understands why. But to Natasha, live grenades are tools, and she runs toward the vehicle when she finally sees one of them launch the weapon into the street.
What she doesn't count on is almost colliding with a civilian who was apparently hiding behind the cement wall she was rushing towards, and having him there puts him in her direct line of aim which is a Problem. She's counting in her head, there isn't enough time for either of them to turn away from it without losing a limb in the explosion, so Natasha makes a split second decision and wraps her arm around the mans waist. She doesn't stop moving, instead throwing her body down and using the force of her own weight to drag him down with her until they hit the ground, and her free arm reaches out simultaneous to her fall to grab the live bomb. Fingers close around it, she twists her torso to look back at her now clear path, her arm arches, and she swings the grenade to send it scattering across the asphalt until it's stopped by a large chunk of discarded concrete in the middle of the road.
Natasha doesn't see them try to cut the wheel of their vehicle to avoid driving any closer, instead turning her head away to lie flat on her stomach and grabbing the strangers head to pull it into her shoulder. Her natural instinct is to shield his face from the blast behind them, and less than a second later the explosion shakes the ground they're on. She holds him still for a lingering moment, as if she's waiting to see if she hears anything else. The goal is to make them crash, not blow them up with that much live ammunition in their vehicle, but it's possible that her toss was a little off considering the sudden drop she had to make to get the unexpected man out of her way.
No second explosion. She's just about to look back when she hears the sounds of them shooting again, and Natasha rolls back behind the cement wall for cover before reaching out and grabbing the stranger by his collar to drag him behind the wall with her. They crashed, but they're still alive, and now they're shooting from where their Transport collided with a building to avoid driving over the grenade. Natasha's back presses against the cement wall and she looks over at the man for the first time, blinking when she sees his face completely.
The poor thing looks like a choir boy.
"You know how to shoot that thing?" She asks breathlessly, nodding at his blaster, and she gives him a single nod. "Because if not you're gonna learn real quick. Don't worry, it'll be fun." She doesn't sound very convincing as she reaches for her own blaster and waits for a pause in fire to make a quick glance around the corner of the wall and fall back. "Three left, I think the other two are knocked out. I'm Natasha, by the way." She looks at him with an almost ridiculous amount of levity. "Didn't mean to ruin your escape route, I just didn't see you there, my bad. You wanna take first shot or should I?"