Black Widow: The Clown Queen

Up until a few seconds ago the Black Widow had enjoyed her usual success as she infiltrated the lair of a suspected bioterrorist.  Then a flash bang grenade had gone off at her feet.  She turned away in the nick of time to escape the full brilliance of its explosion.  But she did not escape its effect entirely.  With her sight temporarily blinded, her ears became her eyes.


She had vowed never to be defeated in the dark again after a humiliating
beatdown by Snapdragon. That vow was about to broken as deafening circus music
suddenly wailed out. Now she could neither see or hear. There was no panic on
her behalf. She coolly tried to imagine her surroundings. She had just vaulted
down to an outdoor balcony. It seemed too obvious that someone would emerge
out of the door she had been about to enter. The grenade had fallen. It wasn't
tossed or rolled. Just as she tried to navigate to where the sliding door was
located, a hard punch to her gut surprised her, knocking the wind out of her.
She staggered back and squinted fiercely. A feminine shape and bright colors
came briefly into focus. The unmistakable outlandish attire of Harley Quinn
made her identification obvious.

Knowing her enemy provided Natasha Romanoff with no relief. As soon as the
first punch connected, another followed, then another. The blows shifted to
her head, which was buffeted back and forth as her face ate hit after hit. No
quarter was given for her to recover her senses. Most of her efforts went to
the intense strain at fighting the urge to black out. She heard something
being whispered in her ear. She lacked the coherency to understand what was
said. A second later she felt arms locking a sleeper hold tightly around her
head and neck. She almost succeeded in flipping Harley over her shoulders, but
the Clown Queen of Mayhem countered with a knee to the base of her spine.
Instinctively she tried another reversal as she pushed herself backwards in
another attempt to dislodge Harley's grip. Harley simply responded by pulling
them both backwards. She landed on her back in a controlled fall. She used her
leverage to increase the pressure of her sleeper hold. Natasha felt her limbs
go slack as her consciousness faded. She tried to push herself off the floor,
but her legs were rubbery. Harley smiled, leaning further back as she
ratcheted up the tenacity of her grip. She dug the heel of her left boot into
the Widow's crotch. Natasha moaned while her eyes began to roll back into her
head. Harley just grinned madly, now feeling completely assured of another
victory against the Black Widow.