Natasha caught Clint’s look and even though his situation wasn’t looking good at that moment she knew he had it covered. Altering her path again, she shot one last glance back at her partner just as he was taking down his opponent. After that, her eyes were only on her target.

She caught sight of Stevenson just as he broke free of the crowd at one cover of the room. He made it about three feet before someone had a gun trained on him. Natasha’s own gun had been lost in the mayhem, but that didn’t leave her weaponless. To a master assassin everything was a weapon, and when left with nothing then their body was the weapon. At this time, though, she wasn’t left with nothing. Barely slowing down she whipped off one of her high heels and threw it with perfect accuracy at the gunman. It struck his hand causing the gun to fire harmlessly into the wall behind his intended target. Kicking off the other shoe she ran at the man. Grabbing the gun with one hand and his neck with the other, she brought her head forward to deliver a hard headbutt while bringing her knee up into his groin. The man crumpled, the gun still in his hand so she turned it toward him, pushing his own finger on the trigger to fire a round off into his chest. Securing the gun for herself, she finally turned back to an utterly terrified Stevenson. Her games before had been one thing, but seeing her in action was something else entirely.

“Now if you want to live you better stay close to me this time.” Grabbing his arm she pulled him toward the north exit. He didn’t protest.