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[Action] Arrival post

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[Natasha had seen someone else they both knew?]

Who? Who's the other friend, Natasha?

What's your objective, Romanova?

[Keep her talking. See if she can move closer. No sudden movements. She can't leave Natasha, after all. Neither can she let Natasha hurt someone else.]

The one who calls himself Logan, and another who calls himself Coulson. They like you are no friends of mine.

[Her eyes narrow, her stance dropping just a touch, she knows what you're doing, she knows because there is a familiarity there that she can't remember, but she can feel it. She can feel it like a reflex.]

Do you honestly think me that big a fool?

Natasha. You're an Avenger. No Avenger could be considered a fool. Do you remember that time we pretended to be prostitutes and ended up having to shoot up a whole bar? Or that time we saved Tatiana and had to take out a whole squad of trained assassins?

[Sharon's entire body is humming, wanting to move and yet not allowed.] Do you remember Bucky? James? He's my boyfriend's best friend. And my boyfriend here doesn't remember me. So I really need you to snap out of your Red Room Russian mentality, Natasha, because I need my friend back. I need you back so I can screw over whoever brought us here and get us back home.

[Sharon glances over Natasha's shoulder and gives the slightest shake of her head. She's got this. She just hopes Natasha falls for it.]

No. I am not.

[Her expression is nothing, if not purely indignant.]

Pathetic.

With your attachments. Your loyalties shouldn't lie with friends and lovers, but with your country. It's your attachments.. that make you weak.

Pining over a lover who doesn't know you and a friend who isn't your friend. [She spits words like venom from her lips.]

Weak.

I wouldn't never associate myself with someone of such... poor character and weakness of conviction.

[Her fists clench at her side, she's a live wire, all pent up energy and ready to lash out, but she keeps herself in check. She's far to well trained to go off on a hair trigger. The mention of James, has her head at a tilt.

James.

The name echos across a part of her mind that she can't quite reach. She shakes her head, attention fully focused on Sharon again.

With an arch in her brow, she glances behind her using her peripheral vision, she doesn't turn her head, but there is a brief fleeting moment her attention is on her back, and not on the woman in front of her. A rookie mistake, one that she wouldn't have made if it weren't for the fact that she's distracted by thoughts and struggling against flashes of memories that don't feel like the have any place in her mind.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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. ]

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