[Action] Arrival post

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[agentx13.livejournal.com]

[Sharon isn't questioning why, she's just going for it, leaping for Natasha and twisting, not only to make herself a smaller target, but to build up some momentum behind the hit she's launching at Natasha's neck. Forget the woman's head for now, Sharon needs to get Natasha subdued and fast if she wants to keep everyone here safe, and the easiest way to do that is to cut off the bloodflow to the brain.]

[owe-him-a-debt.livejournal.com]

[Natasha catches Sharon's movement out of the corner of her vision, and manages to block the incoming blow easily enough, Countering with a punch of her own, her typical ease of motion not quite as fluid as usual.]

[agentx13.livejournal.com]

[The move is blocked, but Sharon already has a foot speeding toward Natasha's knee. She's sparred with Natasha before, only then they had never been aiming to do serious injury to one another. This is different. Sharon has fought alongside Natasha - she knows what brutality the woman is capable of, and if she wants a chance at winning this without getting her own ass handed to her, she has to be at least twice as brutal.]

Remember helping James when he became Captain America?

[If mentioning James helps throw Natasha off, she'll keep doing it.]

[owe-him-a-debt.livejournal.com]

[Every move is like part of a dance, but a dance she is just a second off beat with. She dodges blows, and kicks, but just barely. Faltering again as another flash of a memory dulls her senses.

A trip to Paris, the rain... he complains about the weather and she calls it romantic.

She shakes her head, and moves in attacking again.]

[agentx13.livejournal.com]

[Sharon isn't letting up, though. She's been kidnapped again - and she hates it enough when it doesn't involve getting sucked into another universe or the Cosmic Cube. Her friends aren't her friends. She'd finally been happy with Steve, and now there's a version of him, a mockery of him, that doesn't even recognize her. She can't get in touch with SHIELD. Coulson thought she was crazy. They have no idea what they're dealing with, and now the fucking Russians are screwing with the mind of one of the few friends she has. In short, she's more pissed off and - though she's loathe to admit it - frightened, and she's taking advantage of every instance of Natasha being too slow, of every opening she can spot, of every weakness of Natasha's she's familiar with. Inside, she's raging, punching at Natasha's gut and then spinning to kick her in the side of her head. She wants her friend back, god damn it.]

[owe-him-a-debt.livejournal.com]

[The punch is a surprise, staggering her back a step the kick connects before she has a chance to regain her footing and sends her sprawling across the grass. She tries to get back up and stumbles... Going down on one knee, a hand to brace herself. Panting she looks up, wide eyed and angry, but she can't stop the swirling whirlwind in her head long enough to get her balance and formulate her next move. She should run, but she's too proud to give up the fight, either she continues and wins.. or dies trying.]

[agentx13.livejournal.com]

[Sharon knows that look. She even respects it, especially when it's on Natasha's face. Natasha can back it up. But Sharon is also out of fucks to give. She lifts her foot and gives Natasha another kick, this one aimed straight at her face. Whatever damage does will heal eventually, after all.]

[owe-him-a-debt.livejournal.com]

[She can't get her hands up fast enough to block the final kick. It hits her like a freight train and she collapses in a heap, busted lip and bleeding nose, unconscious on the ground. ]