It isn't the first time she's felt as if she's being hunted in this place, but maybe it was just paranoia getting to her. An attribute that kept her alive out of this world, Natasha's damn well certain it will be what causes her death. Still, she kept her steps light as she nimbly moves through the neighborhood.

If there was a destination in mind, it didn't seem apparent. In fact, it appears more as if she's circling around in order to draw attention to herself. Clearing this area will keep her allies safe. Her precious friends.

Unlike those men who pride themselves on being heroes, she will revert to her natural born state of a killer. Strike from the shadows, spill blood so they wouldn't have to, and do everything to ensure their survival.

She stops and holds out her arm, fingers gesturing in his general direction. Not obscene, but the taunting message is clear enough: come.