<div class="floatleft">(https://thenypost.files.wordpress.com/2015/03/black_widow2.jpg?w=680&amp;h=450&amp;crop=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Streets of New York<br/><strong>Whereabouts:</strong>Streets<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black cat suit<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>James/Winter Soldier<br/><hr/>Natasha tried to maneuver the wire past the soldier's hand to successfully wrap it around his neck, but she found herself with pain shooting through her leg and back. It happened again, and once more which forced her to drop the wire to the ground.<br/><br/>Before she could draw her weapon, she found herself flying through the air and colliding with another car. She fell to the ground and pushed herself up to attack again. But before she could do anything, she felt like she got hit by a train;<em>three times</em>. She fell back against the ground and struggled to catch her breath. Natasha squeezed her eyes shut and held her hand up to her chest as she gasped. Her breaths were shallow and heavy, but she felt like she wasn't getting enough air into her lungs.<br/><br/><em>"Come on Tasha, come back to me."</em>A voice cut through the haze in her mind. Natasha slowly opened her eyes and her surroundings came into focus. They were becoming familiar and she started to remember why she was there in the first place.<br/><br/>"Дерьмо ..." She choked out weakly as she struggled to sit up. She blinked several times, as if trying to clear some kind of fog from her eyes.