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Natasha nearly jumped when she saw someone pop up in front of her. She was never jumpy and rarely anyone snuck up on her. She was just so frozen with terror that she wasn't herself, and wasn't thinking straight. The only thing she could think of was the flames, smoke, ash, and the burning hospital she was trapped in when she was only five years old. A memory she didn't think she still had.

However, once the person started talking, the redhead seemed to pop back to reality, and the fear faded enough for her to realize what the person was saying. Quickly composing herself Natasha answered, "yes. Yes, I can walk. Is there a way out of here?" She asked, between a few coughs. Just then, some rubble fell, not but two feet from them.

Inferno. {Open}

Jan was about to turn around when she heard a faint cry out for help. She flew deeper into the building, in search of a body or something. The ash and smoke was becoming definetely thicker and it was getting harder to breathe. 

“Ugh, why can’t I shoot water out of my wrists too?” she mumbled to herself and kept low to the ground, still searching and avoiding falling pieces of rubble and whatnot. Near a corner, where ash was just going here, there and everywhere. Jan noticed a huddled up body. The flames were above the person’s head and the ash made her eyes water and hard to breathe. 

She made her way over to the person and grew back to her normal five foot four inches and shook the person softly. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. I’ll get you out of here. You think you can walk?”

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Natasha strolled down the small hallway that opened up into the living room, to find Clint sprawled across the couch and watching TV. She fought the urge to smack him upside the head upon hearing his comment, "Right about now.. I'm seriously considering it..." She half growled through clenched teeth. "You know, I was only trying to help you get back to your old self, Clint. Why are you giving me this attitude?" The Russian demanded as she walked around the couch and stood in front of the TV, obstructing Clint's view.

She really couldn't see why he was acting this way towards her. She believed they were past this and on the road to a somewhat normal relationship. They had come a long way since being in that cabin awhile back. "What's your problem, Hawk?"

I'll help you, if you help me || Clint & Natasha

Time had passed and the only thing that had changed was Clint’s position on the sofa from sitting to lying. Mostly he had focused on the moving pictures, mindlessly taking in what was happening while he blocked out thoughts that crept in every once and a while. With how shaky they had been, he wondered if Natasha was going to ignore him. The thought never stayed for long, it was pushed away promptly and any desire to call her and apologise for his behaviour was ignored. 

From in the living room he heard the faint sound of the door opening and he instantly muted the television. The only person who had a key for his place was Natasha. Sitting up, he looked over the back of the couch so that he could see when she appeared from the short hallway that led to the front door. “Come to kick my ass again or was once enough for you today?”

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There it was again, that same small voice asking if someone was there. It couldn't have been a figment of Natasha's imagination. Someone really must be here looking. The Russian tried clearing the ash that coated the back of her throat in order to answer to the voice. "Please. Help me!" She manged to half yell, half squeak.

However, she was to riddled with fear and terror to move. The flames were getting close, and Natasha shut her eyes, trying to imagine being somewhere else rather than on the inside of a burning, collapsing building.

Inferno. {Open}

Jan usually had a this feeling in her gut when something was going wrong. The whole situation was horrible itself, but there was something in the back of her mind that kept nagging at her to check the rest of the building just in case. It getting harder to breathe with every second. 

She slipped through another crack and called out again, “Can anyone hear me? Anybody here? The building’s on fire!” Well, duh Jan. 

She fluttered around, near the ground waiting for some sort of reply. 

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Natasha stood there patiently, arms crossed neatly across her chest and waiting for Bobbi to cross the room. "Hello agent Morse," she answered as the blonde met up with her. Admittedly, she felt a little more than satisfied as a sheepish look crossed the bird's face. So she was already giving away what she had done. Good. "May I speak with you in private, Agent?" The Russian inquired as her gaze flicked about the many faces of curious spectators, and landed back onto Bobbi. "There are some things that are in need of discussing."

The Past and the Chase || InfamousBlackWidow

Bobbi was training on the helicarrier. Earlier that week, she had one of the deepest conversations she had ever had, and with Clint. It was definitely a stress reliever to talk to him about everything and anything, but it was good to be back in Shield, sparring with a few agents. She heard her name being called from across the room and nearly everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Bobbi. The feeling of shame washed over her, but she wasn’t sure if what she was being called for was good or mad. Where was Maria? Or Fury? Instead, it was just Natasha looking serious as always. Bobbi put her batons in her gym bag and hung it over her shoulder.

“Hey,” She smiled to Nat, trying to defuse the tension.

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The building wouldn't last too much longer. That Natasha was sure of. However, she was too distraught with the shear terror of being trapped amidst the flames, to move to safety. She was stuck, hunkered down against the wall, praying someone would find her before it was too late.

Perhaps it wasn't.

Just as Natasha was sure she was going to be burned alive, she heard a small voice in the distance. But she wasn't sure if it was real, or if it was her own mind playing tricks on her. Either way, the ash and smoke was too thick, and the Russian could barely breathe let alone answer to the voice.

Inferno. {Open}

Jan had heard the fire alarms go off in a nearby building, when she was just hanging around the house. Nobody was home so she decided to go check it out. She quickly suited up and shrunk down and flied over to the building, hovering over the masses of people and firefighters. Her wings fluttered behind her, making her short hair whip around. 

“Hmm,” she said to herself, looking for a safe place. She made a hole in the window jus big enough for her to slip through. Once inside she looked around, flames were licking up the walls, smoke engulfing the ceiling above her, so that she had to stay close to the ground. 

“Is anyone in here?” she called out, waiting for some sort of response. 

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Natasha decided to stay at the training gym for awhile rather than going after Clint. He needed time to sort out whatever was going on inside of that thick head of his. Once she had completed her training, the redhead took care of a few things at her office, and then headed off to Clint's apartment. She wasn't sure if her visit would end in a fight or not. She just needed to get some closure as to why he acted the way he did; she was only trying to help. Could he not see that?

She stopped just a few inches shy from the front door, and instead of knocking, she used the key he had given to her. Slowly turning the key and unlocking the door, Natasha quickly and quietly slipped in.

I'll help you, if you help me || Clint & Natasha

The whole taxi ride back to his apartment he spent thinking about everything that had happened in the past few months. Realising how he felt about Natasha, how she treated him and how he treated her, how everything had fallen around him when he got back from the mission at the cabin. Mostly his mind lingered on the more current things. The torture, the time he’d spent with Natasha in the past two weeks… being together. Being a couple. It was the best he’d felt in a long time, but he was still entitled to snap a few times after what he’d been through. By the time he’d got home and showered, he just decided to sit himself in front of the television and drown out everything as best he could. All he wanted was a moments rest.

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Photoset number 7: Black Widow vs. Megara from Hercules.

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On a scale from 1 to Josh Nichols, how done am I? Fucking Mindy Crenshaw.

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