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Scarf in hand as she opened the front door, (Name) gasped at the sight in front of her. In front of the stairs that lead up to the front porch, lay Natasha. She lay crumpled on the ground, unconscious and her right leg at a wrong looking angle. Throwing glances toward the tree line, (Name) carefully pulled her bodyguard into the cabin, closing and locking the door behind her. Knowing she wasn't strong enough to pull the other female onto the couch, (Name) shrugged off her jacket and placed it under Nat's head. Grabbing her phone out of her jean pockets, she dialed the emergency number that was given to her at Stark's office.    (Name) sat i

(Name) sighed and plopped her bags into the back of the SUV. After choosing her Shield, Mr. Stark had assigned them a vehicle and (Name) gave the directions to her old home. She had just sold it, but the new home owners weren't going to be there for another couple of weeks, meaning (Name) hadn't bothered moving out all of her stuff just yet. More bags were added to the back and then she had climbed in. "Where to?" her companion asked. A new set of directions were given. "Where exactly are we headed?" (Name) winced. "I called in a favor from a buddy of mine. He has an isolated cabin a couple hours out. We'll have the place to ourselves and I

        The freezing precipitation drenched her within moments. She had come crashing through a set of solid oak doors and into the swarming streets of New York City, causing the bodies near-by to turn in her direction. Blood drizzled down her face from a head wound that she vaguely remembered receiving.        Rapid, short breaths came from her as she stumbled down the last few steps and bumped into the city wall of flesh.(Skin Color) fists pushed and shoved, resulting in grunts of displeasure until she finally stood in front of the building. The only establishment in the city that could save her life. She hoped.        Thrusting her way