"So, Natalia, are you ready to come home?"
"Which of those bastards said that?" Nicholas asked, the angry, bloodthirsty gaze returning to his eyes.
"Alexei," Lorraine whispered as she ducked again. "The bastard's obsessed," she added, returning fire.
"Obsessed would be an understatement!" Nicholas shouted, thanking whatever God that actually existed that he had been able to retrieve his bow from inside the car. He fired two consecutive arrows in the direction of the Red Room agents before pulling Lorraine under him as he detonated the explosives.
"Come on!" he shouted as he grabbed her hand and they both ran towards the fire escape.
"Dark, Romanoff, I have a helicopter en-route to the roof of Grand Hotel Magenta Paris. Get your asses over there now."
"Copy that, Coulson. Plan?" Nicho
