Chapter 32 - Ambush (1/2)
Natasha walked out slowly from Avengers tower deep in thought. Just last night she had returned from a mission to free some hostages on a captured Shield vessel. Of course Fury wanted her to also extract some data off the sh.i.p.s computers while all that was going on.
Steve wasn't happy that he wasn't kept in the loop, but that was the job. There were certain advantages and disadvantages to being one of Fury's best agents. But that wasn't why she was deep in thought. There was something different about the last mission.
Call it the instincts she had developed over the years, or just a gut feeling, she didn't really care. Something about the last mission felt off, especially the leader of the STRIKE team, agent Rumlow. There was something about the way he assessed and interacted with both Steve and her.
She had kept her eyes on him during the mission, but nothing happened. But even now a small part of her was screaming that something was going to happen soon. After getting back and handing the data to Fury, Natasha came back to avengers' tower. Say what you will about Tony, his tower had world class security, enough to let her relax at night.
Now the morning, she made her way to meet up with Peter. Slowly lost in her thoughts she made it to the park by 8am. Slowing down as she finally came into sight of the bench he usually slept on, a disappointed look flashed through her eyes. He wasn't there.
Shifting the bag that was resting on her shoulder, she considered her options. She liked the tranquility of the area, but for right now she had no reason to stay and enjoy the sight, she had other things to worry about. Preparing to leave, her eyes scanned the area one last time.
Tapping her leg for a second after doing the check, she continued on her way forward and sat down on the bench. Placing her bag down next to her, she reached in and pulled out a sandwich that was wrapped up and went to reach back into the bag.
In one fluid motion she whipped out the gun prepared within and aimed at a person moving towards her. *Bang* The man fell to the ground still trying to reach for the gun secured to his side. Not wasting any time Natasha rolled to the side and aimed at one of the group that was now closing in fast.
*Bang* *Bang* *Bang* Bullets slammed into the bench she was sitting on as she rushed towards the big oak 4 meters away from her. It would give her enough room for cover. Behind her a group of men dressed in casual clothes aimed their guns as they tracked her retreating figure.
Using her quick agility she rushed to the oak without being hit. Finally given a small amount of time to breath she fired out 2 quick shots to make the people closing in back off. *Bang* *Crack* The tree was splintered through by the opposing fire but none hit her as she reduced her area of mass by crouching down.
Reaching into her back pocket she quickly reloaded and strained her ears. All she could hear was the soft crunch of their boots as they made their way closer, they weren't speaking to each other. Which showed how well trained they were. Either they didn't need to communicate, or they were using hand signals.
Either option wasn't something Natasha wanted right now. Reaching into her other back pocket she pulled out a small mirror that she used to peek around the corner. In the rush to find cover she couldn't assess properly how many were after her.
Shifting quietly and positioning the mirror she was able to make our 6 men closing in, with a standard formation. Before she could pull back the mirror one of them raised their gun and fired twice. *Bang* *Bang* the first just missed the mirror and the other hit it square flinging it out of her hand.