Guess Who's Back
Back in Wakanda, T’Challa juggled the thoughts in his head - jumping from one matter to the next and then to another and then back to the first. He began to hear a tapping sound, like footsteps, above him. He stood and walked over to the sound, standing underneath it. As he stared at the ceiling, the window of his office opened slowly and a person crawled in. When they approached him, T’Challa turned quickly to see the person. He said, “Miss Romanoff, I didn’t know they found you. I see you still like to make an entrance.”
She stared at him blankly. After a moment, she approached T’Challa. She wrapped her hand around his neck, leaning closer to him. When her lips were mere centimeters from his, she slammed his head onto the desk. He recuperated, throwing punches at Natasha. She dodged his strikes and kicked him in the gut, sending him across the room. “Where is Barton?” she asked.
“Oh…” he wiped blood from his lip, “you just missed him.”
She shocked him, and, pulling out a small dagger from her belt, stabbed him in the heart. Not saying a word, Natasha headed out of the room. She passed two guards who eyed her suspiciously. They soon found T’Challa dead in his office and they aimed their guns at her, shouting, “Put your hands up!”
In the other room, Laura heard the commotion. Frightened, she hid the kids in the closet and grabbed her phone. She frantically dialed Clint’s number but there was no reply.
Natasha said to the guards, “Hey, boys. There’s no need for that.” She put her hands up, but as one of them came to disarm her, she used her widow’s bite. Grabbing his gun as it fell, she threatened the other man. Natasha observed sweat falling from his brow...nerves. She said, “Your gun isn’t cocked.”
As his eyes glanced down towards his gun, the spy shot at him, sending bullets into his head. She continued to search through each room, killing anyone inside if they weren’t vital to her mission. Close to the end of the hall, she found, Laura, who was holding a phone up to her ear. “Clint, call me back when you-” a shot rang out and the phone fell to the floor. She held her hand over her chest. When she looked in front of her, she saw a bullet hole in the wall - the bullet went straight through her.
Natasha picked up the phone from the ground. She saw that the call was still ongoing so she held it to her ear and said in Russian, “catch me if you can.” And the call was ended. Natasha walked towards the door as Laura fell to her knees. Suddenly, she heard a slight tap against the closet.
As Natasha closed in on the closet, Laura attempted to distract her, “Clint will find you...you know that right?”
“I’m counting on it,” Natasha smirked, grabbing Laura by the neck and throwing her at the wall. She again walked towards the closet. Swinging the door open, she saw a little boy next to a little girl who was holding a baby boy. “It’s okay,” she told them, “you’re safe now.” She grabbed them and brought them out into the open. Grabbing Laura’s phone, Natasha snapped a photo of the kids and sent it to Clint along with the text, “come meet me. You have 2 days or the children will die.”
“What’s going on, Aunt Natasha?” Lila asked, fear in her voice.
“What happened to mom?” Cooper asked.
“No worries. Your dad is on his way,” Natasha told.
When Clint arrived back at the compound, he passed by the lab, paying no attention to the prying eyes of the others. He walked into his room, plopping himself down on the bed. After a few minutes, Clint snatched his phone and checked the messages. He played the voicemail and, hearing Natasha, became worried. Then he noticed the text. Seeing his kids were in trouble, Clint ran to the lab. “Natasha attacked the base! Laura…”
Steve interrupted, “Slow down.”
“I think Laura is dead and Nat is holding my kids hostage! We gotta get over there!” Clint yelled.
“No,” Tony said, “we almost have Natasha. If we bring her back, she won’t have killed your wife.”
Clint’s mind was clouded by the thought of his kids in danger. “I’m going to Wakanda, with or without you.”
“So...Wakanda. That’s where you’re hiding out?” Tony stalled.
Steve shot Tony a nasty look as he said, “go, Clint. We’ll find Nat.” And Clint sprinted to the Quinjet.
When Clint was gone, Steve said, “so, you know where we’re hiding out. What are you gonna do about it?”
“Oh. You mean once this fiasco is over? Well, it would be fun to expose you guys...but I’ll hold my tongue.”
“Thank you,” Steve said, grateful for Tony’s humanity. They continued the search for Black Widow.