Tastes Too Good To Be Bad [Dark!AU, @ladyloki-countessofmischief]
*Natasha makes her way to the final room, finding the man with only the barest of protection. Foolish, to think that she couldn’t break through his rank of weak, pathetic guards. She locks every door, killing the guard who comes to try and stop her from doing so. The others congregate around her target, and it simply makes her smirk.*
*She strides forward, the two guards laid to waste by her Widow’s Bites, before she presses the target against the wall by the throat, his feet dangling from the ground.*
The Lady Loki sends her regards.
*With that, she squeezes more tightly, watching intently as the light drains from his eyes, replacing the beautiful terror there. She’s missed the fear too, the slowing and ceasing of a pulse beneath her fingertips. Weapons are her forte, but she has the feeling that raw, instinctive strength might appeal to her mistress more.*
*When Natasha entered the door and spotted the man, she was appalled that he wore so little protection, surely he knew she’d go after him again, what a fool he was to believe that his small legion of poor;y trained guards could keep him safe from whatever force she sent to deal with him. To see that a single woman could take them all out brought a laugh forth from Loki’s lips as she watched Natasha take out the other guards.*
*The message was enough to alter the man’s arrogant expression to one of sheer terror as he realised that the woman was his assassin, sent by the woman he betrayed out of a foolish desire to rule this small city. If he could have begged for his life he’d have done so right then, but the life slowly drained from him while he was choked.*
*Loki grinned to herself while Natasha held the man there until the life was gone from his dark eyes. It was quite impressive that the woman had that kind of strength, Natasha was proving to be quite the asset.*
*Loki flips her phone and presses a button and the phone in the office where Natasha has completed her mission rings, though it has caller id it the screen remains the same as if there isn’t a call coming in at all, but still it rings as Loki waits to congratulate the assassin on a job well done.*
*Natasha’s never believed in coincidence, and she’s not about to start now. Allowing the man to fall to the floor, she disregards him entirely, making her way over to the phone.*
Mr MrQuade’s office, the Black Widow speaking. How may I direct your call?
*She sounds perfectly calm and in control, despite the adrenaline thudding through her veins. The kill. Oh, how beautiful a rush. She would thank Loki for freeing her from SHIELD’s bonds, but she’s always been capable of freeing herself from whatever she has to. She may be Loki’s vessel, but she’s been a tool her whole life. Better this kind of work than that which she’d given up in return for her debt.*
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*Natasha sits back, nodding ask Loki speaks.* Well, here’s hoping that they do not run - I never object to practise on a...
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