There was something about the way he responded, effortlessly navigating them down a side road as soon as the last word left her mouth, that almost put her at ease. It was a rare thing, to find herself working with someone that she could trust instinctively. Come hell or high water, they'd have each other's backs. And if she went down, he wouldn't stop running until he completed the mission.

Natasha slid her gun away when he responded, and her free hand squeezed his shoulder. "Getting run over." Her other arm reached around to hand him the grappling device the widows used to repel on buildings. The timing would be tricky, but she was pretty sure that the reward would be worth the risk. The vehicle pursuing them was well armored, but the undersides of cars like that typically weren't. If she stuck an explosive to the side of the bike, once he pulled them up off of it, she could detonate it as it slid under the wheels of the car. They needed to buy enough space so she could patch herself up while they ran for their next destination.