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@daughterofaterrorist
"Natasha, you had better not be walking away from me when I’m talking to you." Watches her with narrowed eyes, his lips forming a scowl. "Natasha! You come back here this instant!"
Holding a hand up to wave, she just kept walking.
"I'm walking away from you when you're talking to me! I'm not coming back for a while, either. You're so grumpy!"
Texas stumbled to a halt after hearing those words, her eyes darting between the phone and Natasha.
"That’s impossible! You can’t be!” She shook her head violently, not wanting to believe it but all the signs were right there. She pointed the knife end at her and slowly raised her free hand to her ear piece to contact her team..
"C-captain…" Her voice was barely a whisper as she tried to inform him, but her mouth was left a gape as she stared straight ahead at Natasha in silence.
Realizing she could have a bit of fun with this, Natasha steps forward, eyes narrowed upon hearing the woman sputter out the word into the communication device attached to her ear. Waving her phone around, her grin falls to a frown.
"The more you do things like that, The less patience I have."
A smirk.
"What happened to fighting me?"
"…—?"
Oh. Civie.
Roach clears his throat, shifts a bit. Has she never seen a soldier before? Perhaps she’s just trying to get a look for rank, nationality, something specific.
“Er…afternoon, did’y need somethin’?” A sloppy smile—he’s bad at introductions.
Alright. Do the best non-Russian accent you can.
Smiling a bit sweetly, Natasha takes in a small breath and lets it out as a simple sigh.
"I was just wondering what your rank was. What squad are you apart of?"
"Too stupid to understand what? That you’re a little bitch for running? No, I understand that perfectly!" Texas let out a hum of amusement at her own words.
"Listen, Natash, neither you or you dad scare me, okay. That is unless you’re somehow the daughter of a certain Russian that me and my team are after, which I find very unlikely because why would anybody want to have a kid with him!?" She burst out laughing, shaking her head at her own theory. "Yeah, right."
Oh, those words. Like music to her ears.
Natasha slid to a stop, slowly spinning to face the woman with a malicious grin on her face. With a deep breath and the simple wave of her phone, she wondered how this reaction would come out, clearing her throat.
"I find that very offensive. My mother died when I was only small."
"Ugh, I better work on my aiming." The soldier huffed to herself as she noticed Natasha was unhurt by her bullet.
"You know, Natasha, you could easily answer the question right now whilst you’re on the run! Then I won’t have to take you back to my group for acting so suspicious and threatening me. Oh, I know how one of my team mates works when it comes to interrogating. I’m sure he won’t go easy on you just because you’re a girl!" Texas yelled after her, her grip around her combat knife tightening as she wanted to just catch this girl and pin her against the floor.
She scoffed, a burst of laughter slipping out when she heard the woman's words. Rolling her eyes, she looked down at her bare feet and shook her head, letting out a grumble and turning to start running again.
"Are you literally too stupid to understand?!"
“Tch. Wrong choice.” She tutted, shaking her head at Natasha’s wrong moves. She aimed the handgun straight ahead of her and clicked her tongue, just simply waiting for the right moment. She closed one of her eyes and looked down what sights she had, trying to get it perfectly lined up with her moving target.
Texas squeezed the trigger of her weapon the very moment she saw Natasha stop, though she didn’t bother to wait to see if she had actually hit or not. She instead began to run after Natasha, swapping the handgun for her combat knife instead.
Oh shit. The bullet missed by only an inch or two, and by the way it flew by, it would've hit her at least in the right shoulder.
Fumbling around, Tasha managed to pull her phone from her pocket, struggling to get the keypad unlocked so she could call up a few of her dad's men. She didn't feel like talking to him in this situation. Not right now.
That came later.
“Who is he?" She repeated through gritted teeth, bringing herself closer with small steps. She curled her fingers into fists, and if it was possible, she felt herself becoming angrier at the lack of answers.
"Don’t you fucking DARE!” Texas barked, her eyebrows knitting together as she watched Natasha run off. “You’re not making this easier for yourself!” She hissed to herself, pulling a handgun out of it’s holster and aiming it in the air, firing a shot as a warning. “If you don’t stop, the next bullet is fucking going in YOU!" Texas was screaming at the top of her lungs, waiting to see if the girl would stop.
Natasha faltered and stumbled after being startled by the gunshot, but kept running, her breaths short and almost frantic to get away.
Fuck-- There was nowhere to hide.
Stopping for a moment, she turned to look back at the woman, the thought of what she head registering in her mind just a little too late.
Oh no.
He paused, reaching out to take the money, looking through it quickly before looking back up at her.
"You are offering my own money, which you took, Natasha." A huff came from the terrorist and he slowly shook his head but nonetheless put away the money within his own pockets. "You are still not going without any consequences, Natasha. Even if you returned some of my money and amused me while doing so.
"I'm not your little girl anymore. You can't ground me like you used to."
She quickly backed up, and within a second's notice, was walking away, taking her cellphone from her pocket to type something in.
"I am not dealing with this."
The brunette let out a small chuckle and shook her head, holding up her hands to signal that she was done with the whole situation. She turned and began to walk away until the accent and the last bit of the threat caught her attention, stopping the soldier dead in her tracks.
"Excuse me? Your father will what?” Texas spat, venom and hate lingering in her words. Slowly, she began to turn around to face Natasha again, her face expressing such anger that looked like it couldn’t be controlled.
"And who may your father be, Natasha?”
That feeling? That was genuine fear. And with each second, it was rising higher and higher.
Tasha stepped back, wide-eyed and staring at the stranger while shaking her head. She couldn't hide the accent. She couldn't hide anything. And without a second's notice, she kicked her shoes off...
And started running.
"I’m rude because I can be, okay? I’m not telling you how to act, am I?" Texas scoffed as she rolled her eyes. "And if you didn’t want my attention, why did you bother answering me in the first place?"
"Now, Natasha, I’ll ask once more or I’m just gonna end up walking away from you and pretending we never met. What do you want?"
This woman was about to break the last tie Tasha had let of her temper.
Clenching her fists with a scowl, she simply gave a sneer and shook her head. Her accent really started to show with every step of anger she rose upon.
"You want to pretend we never met? So be it. You'll regret it later, I promise you that. Go ahead. Walk away like you never met me. My father will f--"
Shit--
"Belinsky is not creepy, he is a well trusted ally—" Almost glares at her. "Natasha, do not mock me. There will be a day that you thank me for making sure he is at your side at all times."
One of his nerves says smack the hand and scold her more, but he has enough control not to and instead just settles with just glaring at the offending hand.
"Ugh. Why are you being like this right now?"
Natasha glowered at him, dropping her hands back to her sides and feeling in her pockets to pull out what money she had left.
"Here. Buy yourself something nice."
Too bad it wasn't much.
"Nice to meet you, now what do you want?" She barked, crossing her arms across her chest with a slight annoyed hum escaping her lips. "I’m sure you got my attention for a reason and I doubt it was just for a quick chat, right?"
How rude.
The Russian scowled, hands being placed firmly on her hips as she put her weight to one foot, cocking her head to one side.
"Why must you be so rude? I never said I was trying to get your attention."
She muttered something under her breath, moving her hands away from her hips to fold her arms over her chest.
"I'd prefer someone nicer."
"You are still a young woman, Natasha. I do not want to see you harmed because of some sick slob of a man. Also, you are my daughter and I see it perfectly reasonable to be concerned about your safety when I am concerned about my own.”
He held back on outright yelling at her, though the harshness of wanting to was clear enough in his face. He drummed his fingers along his arm as he glanced down and then around before looking at her once more. "Just please take Belinsky next time."
Swiping her hand at him, the girl let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking her head.
"I don't want that creepy man to follow me wherever I go. 'Oh, totally not suspicious in the least!'"
Tasha did a horrible impersonation of Vlad's voice, holding a hand up and acting as if it were talking.
When she caught sight of this mysterious person waving at her, Texas pointed at herself and mouthed ‘me?’. However, the female soldier made no attempt of waiting for an answer as she calmly made her way over and glanced down at the girl.
"And who might you be?"
She was even more intimidating up close. Shit.
She had to say something. She couldn't just stand there and look like an idiot. Think fast, Tasha. Time was running out for her to answer without being suspicious.
"Natasha."
The foot tapping continued as now he began to squint the slightest bit at the younger Russian.
"Did you at least take Belinsky with you or did you leave alone yet again?” The thought just made him almost glare at his daughter, his arms crossing over his chest as he got ready to scold the young woman. Even if she wasn’t his little Tasha anymore, she still needed to take precautions in his mind. Still needed to be protected.
After thinking of what to say in order for her father not to completely yell in her face and tell her what to do and what not to do, Tasha finally came up with the conclusion that she really....
Couldn't think.
Sighing, she rolled her eyes, crossing her arms.
"Father, I am twenty years old. I do not need Belinsky to watch my every move."
Once he saw his daughter, he headed right over in a slight hurry. “Little Tasha. Have you been using the money again? And where were you last night?” He begins to tap his foot in an impatient manner.
Wow. The exact question she was trying to avoid.
With a nervous laugh and shrug of her shoulders, Natasha sucked in a breath, letting it out in a sort of hummed,
"Maybe. I was out."
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Admittedly, this woman looked a little more intimidating.
Something about women soldiers didn't hit her right, and this one seemed especially strong for whatever she was doing to gain her... muscle. A calming sigh followed by a quick wave was the only thing she could dish out, a forced smile on her face.
