It's been a year since my first mission. Now me and Nat are tied up and talking to Russian people and I have no freak'n clue what he and Nat are talking about. Since Nat told me when we were going on this mission, she told me to pretend to be scared. And that's what I'm doing. I could burn these ropes, but they can kill me, so I'll just sit here, quietly. The guard had slapped Nat and groan in pain. After talking in Russian, the guard who slapped Nat, came to me and pushed my chair backwards. There was a hole and possibly, he will drop me. After he pushed my chair, my toes couldn't reach the floor. They were mostly talking to Nat and they pull me back. The same guard opened Nat's mouth and the other was pointing a gun at me.
"You may have to write it down." The older guy said. He had a wrench. He's going to pull out Nat's teeth. Well, this is fun! Wait it's not, I'm possibly going to die. Nat groans while the guard still opening her mouth. Then a cell phone was ringing. The guard who had the gun pointing at me answered it. Once again he was speaking Russian what's up with these people speaking Russian and I'm over here speaking no language? Besides Italian. He gave the phone to the older guy. He speaking Russian and then he stopped. When the guards and the older man turned around, Nat looked at me and telling me it's okay to burn the ropes. I use my fingers to heat the ropes and certainly, they became loose. He gave the phone to Nat.
"Are you kidding? We're working." She rolled her eyes."We are in the middle of an interrogation. This moron is giving us everything."
"I don't give everything." The older man said. Me and Nat gave me the bitch face.
"Look, you can't pull us out of this right now." Then Nat's face went down. "Let me put you on hold." She gave them a sign telling them to grab the phone. She looked at me, I broke the ropes. Then Nat hit the guard's shin and hit him on the head. Before the guard triggers the bullet, I throw a ball of fire at him and Nat went her own way. After throwing fire at the guards, making them half-conscious. Nat broke the chair, and we were still fighting. I went to get a chain and went the older guy, and wrap the chain around his ankle, and pushed him off the hole. Nat went to get our shoes and I grabbed the phone.
"Hey Phil, it's Crystal." And I put it on speaker.
"Where's Barton now?" Nat asked. What happened to Clint?
"I don't know." Phil said.
"But he's alive?" I asked. While we were talking we were walking. Oh my god that rhymed.
"We think so. I'll brief you both on everything when you guys come back. But first, we need one of you to talk to the big guy." Holy moly, Hulk, yeah um, Nat you can take him.
"Coulson, you know that Stark trusts me about as far he can throw me." Said Nat.
"But, he's my father."
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"Me and Crystal got Stark. You get the big guy." Ha! Good luck with him. "Agent Stark, go outside and you'll be here less than an hour so we can fly to your house." And I jogged down the stairs and made it and got in the car.
