Nat's stomach rolls when she comes back to herself. It's only been a couple of seconds but the lobby is in chaos and the smell of burning flesh is already permeating the air. She drops from her seat and under the table right before a gunshot rings out.

Fuck. Fuck everything.

Her hands are fishing for her knives and it's such a sharp relief that they fit in her hands the way they always have. Natasha tips the table over, using it as a shield before surging upwards with both blades and burying them in her mark's throat with extreme prejudice, ripping them out on each side and showering the two of them in red.

A shot hums past but it's not coming from an ordinary firearm. Nor does it have the same smell of ozone that the Chi'Tauri weapons tended to carry. Han's here providing cover fire.

Another man is on top of her and Natasha's moving, slipping out of her suit jacket and looping it around his throat as she dodges behind him and out of his reach. Uses the momentum and the makeshift noose to throw him across the lobby floor when she lands on her feet on the other side of him.

The mark is dead and her hired muscle is torn between the spy and her own backup. It's time for them to make their escape.