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Natasha took a deep breath as the horn stopped, she blinked in surprise, not realizing she'd been holding the breath. She kept walking when she heard the heavy breathing and awkward footsteps of three men gather behind her, slowly moving around her. She glanced behind her, then to her waist, glad her hoodie covered the gun. If she could help it, she wouldn't use it, [i]I don't particularly need to draw attention to myself...[/i] she thought. She noticed their breathing change as a sports car sped by, [i]Now's my chance.[/i] she thought. She looked around, the dimly lit street not offering her much. She glanced down an alleyway to spy a fire escape. She looked at the couple feet jump she would have to make, [i]I can do it.[/i] she thought, feeling energy writhe inside her. She darted.

Natasha was already down the alleyway by the time the men noticed she'd gone. She jumped used her gloved hand and pushed the nearby dumpster, only applying enough pressure to send it sailing to the end of the alleyway. She smiled as the men barely made their way out of it. She jumped up, and missed, [i]Sh**[/i] she thought, panic starting to flow through her, the men were mad. She glanced around the alleyway, [i]Why does it only work with this hand???[/i] she thought. She took a deep breath, and motioned for the men to come closer. Her hood was low enough she was certain they hadn't seen her face. Behind her back, she pulled her glove off and clenched her blood red hand, slowly funneling what she'd gathered previously that day.