The North exit. Natasha was looking around to plan their escape route when Stevenson suddenly dropped to the ground, cowering with his arms over his head. Turning quickly, she three her handbag at the approaching guard, already running at him before the object struck. Using the crouching Stevenson as a springboard, she launched herself at the guard before he could recover from the purse to the face, and wrapped her legs around his neck, twisting in the air and taking the man down to the floor with her signature move. It wasn’t nearly as easy in the long dress, but the generous slit up the leg helped.

“He’s fine, he just-” she started to reply to Clint when someone grabbed her from behind, wrapping a cord around her neck and pulling it taut.