Fortunately, Romanoff's decades of training makes her turn around without conscious thought, and she's already scanning the crowd by the time her mind snaps back to professionalism. There, one of the dancers on her pedestal; dark-haired with white streaks, still pointing at her with a heavy metal bracelet-
The dancer winks, and vanishes into the panicking crowd. Lots of screaming, lots of running away, which'd suit her just fine except that Fjodorov's guards are moving towards her.
Then comes Coulson's voice, still calm and Coulson.
"Yes, we are," she answers, voice starting to twang with her native Volga accent (never a good sign when she's speaking Russian). "Exit strategy?"
She shifts on her feet, and kicks the heavy ottoman at the closest guard, sending it straight at his knees. One down, but then there are the bouncers moving as well.
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Fortunately, Romanoff's decades of training makes her turn around without conscious thought, and she's already scanning the crowd by the time her mind snaps back to professionalism. There, one of the dancers on her pedestal; dark-haired with white streaks, still pointing at her with a heavy metal bracelet-
The dancer winks, and vanishes into the panicking crowd. Lots of screaming, lots of running away, which'd suit her just fine except that Fjodorov's guards are moving towards her.
Then comes Coulson's voice, still calm and Coulson.
"Yes, we are," she answers, voice starting to twang with her native Volga accent (never a good sign when she's speaking Russian). "Exit strategy?"
She shifts on her feet, and kicks the heavy ottoman at the closest guard, sending it straight at his knees. One down, but then there are the bouncers moving as well.
Hurry up, Coulson.