Objectives Intersect. [closed]

The S.H.I.E.L.D. chopper swept the furthest outskirts of Hell's Kitchen. Any closer and her position and entrance would have been compromised. The motion of the helicopter was as mundane as could be, a spotlight from its nose sweeping the streets below, rather routine for this gritty part of the city. At a point that was seemingly random, a small black body dropped from the craft and toward the very near building tops. Natasha hit a sloped roof at the precise angle that allowed her to slide down its length and breaking her fall in the same instant.

Her black leather-clad body dismounted from the roof at the gutters and sailed with arms widespread, legs pressed together over a deserted street. Black Widow grasped easily at a thick clothes line and swung forward over a smaller building, to land in a lithe crouch on rooftop that was no more special then all of the others surrounding it. Natasha looked around carefully and then straightened, reaching her hand up to her mouth she spoke in to the communicator concealed within the glove. "This is Black Widow at checkpoint alpha. Position is still stabilized. Moving in."

There was a faint crackle of static over the earpiece hidden beneath Natasha's auburn locks and then a voice replied. "Roger, Black Widow. Commencement of objective is a 'go'." The operative nodded to no one in particular and looked to make sure all of her accessories were arranged properly. Her mission was to assassinate a mobster whose latest stunt had crossed the line in to national terrorism. S.H.I.E.L.D. and the government could care less if the man was responsible for the large drug market throughout Hell's Kitchen. But when his lackeys tried to kidnap a popular politician on his orders, things got more serious.

In tandem, Natasha was even more grim then usual. She knew of what went on in this area of the world. She knew of this mobster and the horrors that he had brought in to being recently. A part of Black Widow was curious and irritated that Daredevil had not brought the mobster to justice sooner. Another part of her was only too glad to have this honor for her own. And on orders, even. Natasha patted the small firearm strapped to her right thigh and abruptly broke in to a silent and graceful sprint, as if a gazelle soaring through forest.

She rose both arms in an elegant gesture and tumbled forward, commencing a series of acrobatics which ended with her using the built up momentum to launch across a four-lane road and land on the opposing buildings. Black Widow cartwheeled and then rolled along the ground to lessen the impact and ended in an agile crouch in which she was famous for. Her eyes flicked upward, her head twitched to both sides and her gaze narrowed in concentration. Natasha hurled herself backwards and in a beautiful motion rolled, swept her gun from its holster and ended up behind cover in the form of a low brick divider.

Black Widow held the gun steadily, aimed toward a patch of infinitely dark shadow... too dark, but denser by a margin so small no one else would be able to detect it. "Show yourself." Natasha's words met the air, and the command was only made silky by the accent that glazed it.

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Another deadly woman was moving through the night. But her reasons for going after this mobster was different from Black Widow’s. Widow was killing this mobster because her leader had ordered it, because it was her job to do as she was told like a good little operative.

But Elektra was the leader of the Hand, she had no one to bow under. The daughter of the politician who had almost been kidnapped was paying the ninja organization to take out the mobster. The girl didn’t know that SHEILD even existed, let alone that they were already trying to get that job done.

Now Elektra could have sent one of her other minor ninjas to take care of this job. But when she found out that the mobster was Silavator Milano, a key player in the Hell’s Kitchen drug world, she felt a sudden pang of alien recognition. Hell’s Kitchen…. It seemed so familiar. But why? Did it have something to do with the strange blind man who invaded her dreams?

So as Elektra ran across the roofs toward her goal, her mind was half on her mission, half on the fact that she was in a familiar, yet unfamiliar territory. She suddenly heard a helicopter in the distance, and drew back. Using the shadows to her advantage, she observed the eerily beautiful woman emerge and graze the rooftops in the same expert fashion that Elektra did herself.

The assassin stayed far away, instead throwing her mind out to Widow. She felt the Agent’s purpose, a purpose identical to her own. Pity, she never did like competition. Though it was arguable that with SHEILD’S secrecy that the woman would pay them anyway as long as the mobster ended up dead. It was still the idea that this little agent was taking her kill. And Elektra didn’t like that one bit.

So she played a little dirty, causing the illusion so that the Widow’s attention was drawn to a ‘moving shadow’. But Elektra wasn’t at the other end of Widow’s gun. She appeared moments later, leaping silently from her actual location across the street to the roof that Natasha was on now.

"Show yourself."

Silent as the night, Elektra walked up behind the superhuman, pressing the blades of her sais against the back of the Black Widow’s neck, letting her feel their cold sharp edges. “I have done as you wish.” Elektra whispered, gripping Natasha’s mind again, “Now why don’t you drop that gun, we don’t want to hurt people now do we?” She put influence into the super soilder’s mind. Natasha should drop the gun…. She wanted to drop the gun…. Drop the gun… drop the gun…. Drop the gun….

“Now, I have to say that Silavator Milano is a very popular man tonight when it comes to assassins. Too bad I don’t share well, dear…”

The operative had acted on a whim. In her line of work, the faintest twinge of your instincts, and the choice to act on them, might be the difference between life or death. But even as Natasha rolled easily on the ground and brandished her gun with expertise of ages, something felt wrong... It was as if her thoughts had overpowered her instinct and heart. In the most raw place of Black Widow's psyche, where no lies penetrated her purest truths, she knew that the shadow she was targeting held nothing but darkness. Yet still she was there, crouching behind that low brick divider with elite pistol trained on the spot.

There was the faintest of motions behind her, and Natasha felt the senses that had just betrayed her assert themselves over the outward penetrations. Damn, Black Widow hissed to herself. How could she let her mind be manipulated so easily? Not even knowing the difference! Her adversary was fast... as fast as she herself was, actually. Double damn! Not only was Natasha's enemy fast, but tactile as well! The position that Black Widow was in meant that even though she sensed the assailant's approach at her back, she was unable to move in time. The cold blade of two sais pressed against her neck and shoulder in vital areas.

Natasha was only too aware that a simple thrust of the two weapons would be the end of her. Already Black Widow knew several things about her opponent. Firstly, they were a woman. The nearest cropping of ventilation gave a vague reflection of a female with a very elegant form and long flowing raven hair. Second, Natasha recognized the sheer capability of this stranger, and that she would have to act with extreme caution and cunning. Black Widow knew too that the assassin whose weapons pressed lightly against her back and neck was capable of mind control. Hypnotism at least.

From all of this and the various other aspects that she had gathered or speculated at, Natasha surmised that this stranger was a member of the infamous Hand. Even more so, with such a close history with Matt, Black Widow could wager a guess that this was none other then Elektra. Even more of a reason to be conservative. The leader of the Hand spoke in tones of arrogance, in the Russian beauty's mind. It was clear that she knew just how good she was, and that she expected the defeat of her victim to come easily.

Natasha's lip curled, baring her teeth in a snarl of annoyance and anger. At the suggestion to discard her weapon, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent found an immense will attempt to command her own. So sure of yourself, Black Widow thought with utmost satisfaction. With her decades of existence, meeting a mind-controller wasn't rare amongst those that she fought. Hours of training under the Psi Division of S.H.I.E.L.D. payed off and she was more then prepared. The urge to drop her pistol was not entirely blocked, but Natasha had controlled her body her entire life and was not about to start letting someone else, especially this pompous assassin, pull the strings. Rejecting this urge was simple enough.

Black Widow smirked now, and pressed a concealed button in her glove without giving away a single movement. Elektra had made the horrible mistake of making contact with her leather suit. With that press of the button an electrical shock of significant force radiated through Natasha's suit and she was on the move. The woman moved with articulate caution, hurling in a flip that allowed her to face Elektra and henceforth anticipate any attacks. The spider landed a crouch and her head flicked upward, auburn hair falling in to place around her chiseled features.

"For one of such incredible experience," Natasha said in a slightly amused way, "you were very quick to underestimate me...." Now that she was facing her attacker, it was only too clear that she was the leader of the Hand. Just the way that she held herself, the way that she stood slammed the speculation in to the most concrete fact. Black Widow's thoughts flicked for a moment toward Matt, and experienced two emotions that she had very little experience with. Intimidation... and jealousy. "Elektra."

Elektra frowned when Natasha did not drop her gun. By now, she should be having this woman waddling around on the roof thinking that she was a duck! But she suddenly realized that Natasha was fighting her. Why? Elektra had the upper hand at the moment, what with her Sais pressed in key areas behind her. Why wouldn’t se drop the gun?

Her answer came with the feeling of electricity that caused the hairs on her arms to stand up. Elektra leaped away from Natasha, cursing slightly in greek. Seemed miss tights had some kick in that suit. Not that it particularly hurt her, Elektra could block out pain extremely well. But she could tell that it would only rise more, so letting go and getting ready for anything was the best option.

"For one of such incredible experience, you were very quick to underestimate me...."

Several things happened after that that put Elektra in a confused, but extremely guarded state. One was that Natasha’s mind flickered with two emotions: jealousy and intimidation. The intimidation made Elektra smirk, but the jealousy confused the ninja. Why would this woman, who she had never met before, be jealous of her?

And then, Elektra caught sight of a man on her mind. It was a brief flash, but a flash nonetheless. Of a man with milky white eyes…. What did the woman say in her mind? Matt? So, this little SHEILD lackey knew about Elektra’s mystery man… Finally Natasha said her name:

"Elektra."

Okay, now that was a little weird. Elektra was sure that she had never met this woman before, but she knew of her name and a man that kept appearing in her nightmares? And she was jealous of her? So strange that even Elektra’s stone face faltered with some confusion for a moment, but immediately turned to stone again.

What Elektra wanted to do was to interrogate this woman about how she knew these things. But that would have to wait. For the mobster would not wait forever. No, Elektra simply remembered this woman’s face for future reference. She would hunt her down later for answers, when the Hand’s back was turned….

“I’m flattered to know that I am so well known, dear.” Elektra’s icy voice was like poison. “But I have the murder of a mobster to attend to. So go on back to your little helicopter and leave the killings to professionals…” In a flash of inhuman speed, Elektra flung herself off the side of the roof, landing on the shorter building as she moved toward her goal. She was fast, and now it was a race to see who could get to the mobster first….

It made it more interesting, at least. This little competition.....

Natasha was waiting. Waiting to see if her speculation was actual fact. She was fairly good at putting minute aspects together and coming up with a grander conclusion. The slightest narrow of the eyelids. The most miniature quirk of an eyebrow. The flicker of an inner fire. All of these would prove that this woman was indeed the infamous Elektra. Black Widow did not smirk, in fact her expression was deadly serious. But even this caution and defensiveness was punctured at the ninja's reaction.

Surprise? Misunderstanding? It was the briefest of moments that sparked across the leader of the Hand's beautiful features, but it was enough to slightly disarm Natasha. Was not the Hand supposed to be the most elite? Most S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, even of the upper ranks, would be slain easily by a full-fledged member of the powerful assassins guild. Black Widow was simply grateful that the control of her own expression, so that it did not also falter with this surprising news. Why would someone be so confused upon hearing their own name?

The S.H.I.E.L.D. operative was left no time to ponder this, though as Elektra spoke of the assassination that was their shared mission and shot off of the rooftop with inhuman speed. Ninja, Natasha scoffed, always over-confident. This mission had changed significantly since her last check in. Not only was the act of stealth a necessity, but now it was a race against a member of the Hand who had access to super-natural mediums to apply. "Tsk, Black Widow sprinted at a speed that looked inhuman, though technically it was not. The serum that she had had administered so long ago merely allowed her to act at the absolute peak of human capabilities.

Natasha flung herself off of the rooftop in a more balletic motion then Elektra's martial artistic way. The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent flipped gracefully and plunged toward an empty back alley ten stories below. With the thrust of a hand, a thick line of whistled through the air faster then the eye could follow, only to wrap around the leg of a water tower several buildings forward. The Widow's Line was very useful in a situation such as this. Natasha was well aware a contest of speed alone was laughable when that of Elektra opposed you. But where Black Widow lacked paranormal abilities, she more then made up for with state-of-the-art accessories.

The line became taught and Natasha was borne in a sweeping motion around an entire city block. Wind roared around her head, making auburn locks shake violently. Through that first flight, Natasha brought her free hand to her mouth and activated the communicator concealed there. "This is Black Widow, checking in. I've reached a..." she eyed the progress of Elektra, retracted the Widow's Line and released it again, sending her on a sweep over another city block all in stride. ".. Complication. Objective is in jeopardy, but not in peril." Black Widow landed on another rooftop, sprinted its length while the line retracted a second time and then jumped off the other side, sending it forth once more.

"Roger, Black Widow. Do you need additional support?" Natasha knew that she could not speak without losing her stealth factor one more city block forward, so was forced to end the transmission early. "Negative. I'll handle this myself." The seriousness of her tone and the intensity of the grim surge it had was only completed by the sudden end of communication. Natasha landed on another rooftop, flipped over a ventilation system and continued forward, hair taught against her skull for the momentum and speed she had built up and was maintaining.

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Elektra smirked as she ran ahead. She didn’t think for a moment that this red head pursuer would just give up and call her back up team. No, Elektra could read people rather well. She could tell immediately that this little spider had some fancy gadgets to show off, and she wasn’t disappointed. All the more fun for the female ninja.

It didn’t matter much, because now Elektra was determined to be the one to silence this mobster. Even as Black Widow gained on her, she remained in the lead until finally reaching her.. or rather their…. destination.

Elektra flipped over to the rooftop, where one could see a glass sky window displaying an empty office beneath. Elektra reached out her mind, seeing that the target was in one of the lower levels, surrounded by security. Also that he would ditch the massive amount of security (all whom where heavily armed cyborgs) when he entered his office.

So, Elektra remained on the roof, perched there as she lazily eyed Black Widow finally making it to the target’s building. Her face shifted to an amused smile, “Took you long enough. Someone needs to learn to run more in her daily workout…” Being snarky with this particular woman brought up some kind of intense pleasure, but she wasn’t sure where it came from.

The way she was perched suggested that she was able to quickly slip into the office below from the open sky window at any moment, but she was waiting. Her deep brown eyes locked on the Widow. “It seems our mutual friend has yet to arrive, or ditch his security blanket. So how about we talk dearie….”

Elektra stood, elegant and lethal, in her hands were her two sais, which she twirled like the expert she was, able to use at a moment’s notice. She managed to sneak slightly into the woman’s mind, remaining only on the fringe on her conscious, enough to get her point across. She brought up the face of Matt Murdock, or as Elektra saw him as, the man from her nightmares.

“Want to explain exactly who this lovely gentleman is?” She whispered, not quite sure why exactly she was bringing it up now, right before she had to get a job done. But Elektra was too curious to let it go. Besides, the had plenty of time. And if this red head was too stupid and decided to run in head first and meet with the mobster with all of his massive security, it was her own back. And all Elektra had to do was follow and kill the mobster while his gaurds dealt with the widow…

Hopefully she was wise enough to stay put and wait with her…. And perhaps answer her question about her mysterious past….

Natasha's set jaw tensed even more when she looked up to see Elektra already poised on the roof of their destination. Well, the Black Widow hadn't fooled herself to believing she could win a race against an expert assassin who was capable of superspeed, but it was still irking to realize that she'd lost. The Russian spy sprinted the length of her final building and pirouetted over a significant distance before she landed in a crouch behind Elektra. Auburn locks fell around her grim features as she straightened, realizing that Elektra was indulging in her sixth sense only too well. There was the tiniest hiss of interference and her earpiece sounded.

"Black Widow, we have just received confirmation that your target is in the lower levels with his protectors still in place." Natasha's mind flitted for a moment to the detailed briefing she had been subject to on the Helicarrier before departing. "Intel shows that the robotic enhancements are still in effect." Black Widow almost rolled her eyes. Of course the cyborg applications of Milano's bodyguards were still working! Why would the mobster have poured so much money in to his protection force only to have them not work? Annoyed even more now by the incompetence of the agent talking to her, Natasha silenced the transmission as a more subtle way of telling the man to quit speaking. He understood the message.

On the lower levels? Well... it would be entirely too easy to sneak down to the appropriate floor that Milano was on. However, the cyborg guards were another matter entirely. Though Black Widow possessed some nifty gadgets and was at the peak of human physicality, one good hit from one of those technologically-enhanced fists could easily put her out for the count... and she couldn't let this arrogant ninja get the kill. She would never hear the end of it from Fury if Elektra carried out the mission for her. Besides, Natasha really wanted to see the look on this woman's face when a mere human trumped her. From the looks of it, Elektra could use a little slap in the face, perhaps she wouldn't be so full of herself afterwards.

Black Widow was used to receiving utmost respect everywhere she went, when her identity was known. No one dared cross paths with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s best agent. So it was only logical that Elektra's blatant condescending attitude would anger Natasha. "Someone needs to ice their swelled head," she said silkily in reply to Elektra's remark. From whatever medium, it would appear that the Widow's rival also knew the location of their target. Beings that the ninja didn't seem in the slightest worry, Natasha deduced that Elektra was taking the exact course of action that she had decided most tactile... Awaiting for Milano to abandon his security and flee to the privacy of his office... which coincidentally had a skylight perfect for an easy kill.

Black Widow realized with a spike of displeasure that to infiltrate the building would be most unwise... but if she simply stayed there awaiting that which Elektra was, the ninja would use her dirty tricks to assassinate him first! Then the raven-haired woman spoke and proved that she knew exactly what Natasha did in concern to their mutual target. "Funnily enough," the spider said in delicate tones, "I didn't think you the kind to enjoy 'girl talk'." The Widow's stature and demeanor was perfection. Conversational and professional, her eyes were not beady and calculating though her mind worked at accelerated rates to sort all the information being processed through it. In fact, Natasha seemed not to have a care in the world as she supported each hand on the corresponding hip.

Along with Elektra's next honied sentence, Matt's face cropped up at the forefront of the Russian's mind in a much more forceful way then it had previously. This new discovery truly confounded Natasha, however, and it was through sheer force of will that she maintained her cool and collected look. The only difference now was that she raised both arched brows in a look of amusement as a smile flickered across her lips. "I hardly think that it is my right, darling." Black Widow's vague smirk and raised brows let her take the condescending position for a time. "In any case," she said more quickly, "if he is so familiar to you, yet you do not know him, how do you know that it is not the same scenario for myself?"

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"Someone needs to ice their swelled head,"

“Ah, finally got the hint?” Elektra asked with a smirk, “Really, no hard feelings. But this is my job. Not my fault that it’s also yours as well…” Honestly, this woman was probably praised and pampered by her allies. It was about time that she was taken down a notch. She watched her calmly and carefully. If she was foolish enough to jump in there rashly and attack the mobster. But it seemed for a moment that the agent was going to take the same course of action as Elektra and play the waiting game, for now.

"Funnily enough, I didn't think you the kind to enjoy 'girl talk'."

Elektra chuckled, ah now she was deliberately trying to make her feel bad. That was just rude. Obviously this woman didn’t let loose too often. Here Elektra was just trying to have a little fun in this boring job she was in, and this little spider was trying to ruin it. “Well, you learn something new every day, Red.” She said, keeping most of her mental focus on the target. Ah, any second now…

Asking her about the blind man had taken back stage for the moment. And when the Widow finally answered, Elektra could feel a bit of surprise before she exited the woman’s mind. Interesting reaction…

"I hardly think that it is my right, darling."

The head ninja for the Hand ignored the blatant attack on the degrading nickname that she had given. Instead she gazed down at the skyline, her mental powers detecting a disturbance in the mind of their target. He was worried about something….no about someone.....

"In any case, if he is so familiar to you, yet you do not know him, how do you know that it is not the same scenario for myself?"

Elektra flicked her brown eyes back to the rival, feeling a new annoyance rise up in her. “Would you please be so kind….” She muttered, “And shut your mouth, so that I can focus? Or would you like to miss our target? Hmm?” A small growl entered the back of her throat, as if daring Widow to respond, before going back into the mobsters mind.

He was returning to his office for a few papers, then he was escaping out of the country. A face appeared in her visage, a man he was trying to get away from. “Mmm, I haven’t seen that eye-patched face in a while.” Murmured Elektra with a small smirk. It was then that she realized where this woman was coming from. “He is planning to run from dear Nicky…” Of course, as head of the Hand, she knew all too well about Nick Fury and his SHEILD.

Realizing that Elektra had no recollection of the identity of Matt was one thing. Discovering that Elektra was not only ignorant, but hoping that Natasha would enlighten her was too satisfying to be considered professional. However, this leveled ground helped banish most of the annoying or angry emotions from the Widow's head, and with that new clarity she noticed just how unprofessional she was acting. Letting a woman who Daredevil too cared deeply for get under her skin? Disgraceful! It was at this moment that Natasha decided she would approach the rest of the mission like any other. Ridding it's personal highlights.

Black Widow mastered herself just in time, too. For after answering a question that Elektra had asked for, and being told to silence herself immediately after speaking would have garnered some course of physical or verbal action on Natasha's part beforehand. Now, though, the operative merely raised her brows in silent amusement. Really? A member of the Hand needed complete concentration to dance through their target's slimy psyche? Natasha knew new recruits in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Psi Corps who could beat you at a game of Chess while psychically interrogating someone. Still... those gained their talents through other mediums then ninja camp. Perhaps the Hand had to go about things more delicately with their methods?

Then there was the obvious idea that Elektra had only said such to stop the conversation. A crude method, but Natasha was still reading in to the most insignificant detail. She needed to stay on task. Widow watched Elektra's back intently as she edged closer to the skylight. The ninja's body tensed in the smallest ways and that alone told Natasha that their target would soon be theirs for the taking. That's when her deductive mind kicked in to overdrive. How was she supposed to beat Elektra to the kill? Black Widow's opponent had already displayed the ability to move quicker then the untrained eye could follow!

Immediately a whole host of tricks and underhand tactics arranged themselves before her, but Natasha knew that they wouldn't work. Firstly, because it would feel like a false victory if she cheated as Elektra seemed keen to. Secondly, the raven-haired assassin would most likely see the tricks coming. Black Widow knew that it might come down to sacrificing her stealth. Elektra would no doubt try to maintain it - the Hand liked to keep secretive throughout. Besides, Elektra would never see 'stupid' actions coming from Natasha. The operative knew that Elektra would zip in and zip out with victory before she could blink. If she just acted a little... impulsively, and blew her cover she might just be able to succeed!

Natasha held her breath as her keen hearing heard the sound of a key scrape hurriedly in the office bellow, the jingle of a knob and the final click of a lock. Milano slipped in to his office and shut his door quickly behind him. The mobster moved towards his desk and the Widow knew he would pass beneath the skylight on his way there. Elektra would most likely act the moment the shot was clearest. Natasha had to act prematurely and in contradiction to her gut to succeed! The time was now! The sound of shattering glass rang over the emptiness of Hell's Kitchen and Natasha was already flipping down in to the office!

Widow plucked a knife from her hip and flung it forth, straight toward the startled mobster's temple!

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Elektra watched as the man walked into his office, unaware of his certain death. She didn’t even move when Natasha flipped down into the office, crashing through the glass and landing on the floor. The moment the widow touched the floor, Elektra used the now clear path through the skylight to throw a kunai: a ninja throwing-knife, directly at the head of the mobster, whose terrified eyes were now locked on Widow.

Two knives penetrated the head of the mobster at the exact same time, ending Elektra and Natasha’s rivalry that night with a nice neat tie. Elektra’s eyes narrowed at the idea of not winning, but at least she had not lost. With that optimistic outlook, the ninja remained crouched on the side of the skyline, observing as the cyborg body guards barged into the office, with all their weapons trained on the spider.

Elektra smiled, silly little spider. So eager to beat her ninja companion that she had jumped right into the office and neatly trapped herself there. Then again, Elektra had the feeling that the woman would be able to make her way out on her own.

So the ninja of the hand, with her job relatively done, disappeared into shadows. She was still in the area, but watching, waiting. Lets just say the widow amused her slightly.

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A tie? How... quaint... Natasha did not mind losing in the least. The fact that her own knife and the kunai of Elektra's both penetrated Milano's skull in the same instant was satisfying enough. At least now she wouldn't have to hear Nick's scorning voice. Her reputation was still in tact. But all of this was the least of her worries. The operative's picturesque crouch was interrupted as the door was blasted off its hinges and a group of high-tech, trigger-happy cyborgs bristling with muscle and cybernetic enhancements filed in. This just keeps getting better, she thought darkly to herself. Of course out of the corner of her eye Natasha witnessed Elektra melt in to the shadows.

Coward, the thought in a grim sort of way. Then again, Natasha knew she would most likely have taken the same course of action had their positions been reversed. Black Widow flipped through the room while her opponents were still confused as to why their employer was on the floor, dead and bleeding. She landed in a high corner of the office near the ceiling, grasping on to the walls as effortlessly as the spider in which she was named. The Russian beauty's look was angered and calculating. The beefy bodyguards turned their chrome-encrusted heads this way and that, obviously picking up intelligence through their technologically-enhanced brains.

She knew it would be too soon that their unnatural eyes would find her. That moment came with the twitch of a head, the raising of a canon-like arm and the release of a blast of concussive force. Black Widow kicked off of the wall as it was blown apart, detaching several things easily from her belt as she sailed over the cyborg huddle, landing at their backs. Practiced hands connected a circular device to the back of the nearest enemy and a cord was attached to it. The following moments were spent with Widow flipping, dodging and dancing out of harms way while wrapping that cord around the other cyborgs.

Natasha finished with a flourish, attaching an object identical to the first to the last guard and flipping artfully away. The agent flipped up her head and witnessed as a lethal electrical surge coursed through all of the would-be assailants. After several seconds the electricity ceased and the cyborgs were no longer a threat. "Widow checking in," she said through her communicator whilst hastily retrieving her weapons. "Objective successful. Position compromised. Initiate emergency retrieval sequence." Black Widow pulled her knife from Milano's skull and wiped the blade off on one of the cyborg's backs before slipping it in its holster.

There was the smallest noise of a jet, as if distant and far away, not abnormal for Hell's Kitchen to hear. Natasha jumped easily to the skylight and hoisted herself on to the rooftop. A moment of standing there, surveying her surroundings and the operative did something quite unexpected. With a thrust of her hand the Widow's Line was unleashed and grasped on to a jet passing faster then the eye could follow fifteen feet above the buildings. Then she was gone, whisked away by a heavily cloaked S.H.I.E.L.D. jet. "Mission accomplished?" It was Nick on the communicator as the Widow slipped smoothly up her web and in to the compact air-ship. "Yes. But there was... a complication." A brief pause. "What kind of 'complication'?" The Widow sighed in annoyance. "I'll tell you in a moment," for the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier was already on the horizon...

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