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@inragingsteel.bsky.social Natasha leaned her head back to take a deep breathe, the back of her left hand wiping the spurts of crimson from her cheek. The SHIELD agent took a deep breathe before standing. She quickly snatched the sharp knife from the chest of the mercenary who'd made an attempt on her life and wiped it across the black fabric that covered her forearm. "Shit." She whispered to herself as she sheathed the blade and stared down at the male. The Russian's lips were pressed together before she leaned down again to search his person for any information on who'd hired him. Her hand brushing against the smooth surface of a cellphone tucked away in his shirt pocket she jumped up, grabbing for his gun that lay on the floor next to his body and quickly turned. The weapon's sights were trained toward the sound that had caught her attention. The large man stepped out, the moonlight gleaming off the snow white tresses that to his shoulders. Inhaling an annoyed breathe before exhaling she took a step back and lowered the weapon before he took it upon himself to turn it on her. "Erik Lehnscherr, is there even a point in running?" She asked tossing the gun aside and carefully unsheathing the knife and tossing that aside as well to lessen her presence as even a mild threat to the powerful mutant.