If pressed, Natasha would try to claim that all of her plans were fairly straight forward and sensible. With the company she kept, somebody had to have a level head, and it might as well be her. But when push came to shove - well. It was spy work 101. People subconsciously thrived on patterns, on the expected. So when a situation was desperate, sometimes the best thing was to be unpredictable. To break the pattern. And with Taskmaster's ability to perfectly copy everything he saw, well. It was hardly the time to rely on her old tricks.
Once he took the grappling gun, she squeezed his shoulder, a silent gesture of thanks and acknowledgment. But she had to quickly get to work, and she pulled the explosive free from its holster and armed it, then leaned to the side so she could stick it under the seat. Once it was planted, she slapped his shoulder and they were off. She pushed off of the bike as her arm levered around his shoulders, her legs wrapped around him to ensure she didn't go tumbling away as she craned her neck to look over her shoulder and -
It all happened at once. Her finger pressed the button as the bike slid beneath the wheels of the Taskmaster's heavily armed car, and they swung upward with startling momentum. The car lifted below with a muffled explosion as fire blossomed beneath it, and Natasha crashed onto the roof of the building, relinquishing her hold on him as she rolled to soften the blow. She came to a stop on her back and lay stunned for just a moment before she laughed and carefully sat up, looking across at him with a grin. "That was fun. Let's never do that again." They still had a long way to go. But at least with their pursuer slowed down, they might stand a chance of making it there in one piece.
oh no! no worries, i hope you're feeling better!
Once he took the grappling gun, she squeezed his shoulder, a silent gesture of thanks and acknowledgment. But she had to quickly get to work, and she pulled the explosive free from its holster and armed it, then leaned to the side so she could stick it under the seat. Once it was planted, she slapped his shoulder and they were off. She pushed off of the bike as her arm levered around his shoulders, her legs wrapped around him to ensure she didn't go tumbling away as she craned her neck to look over her shoulder and -
It all happened at once. Her finger pressed the button as the bike slid beneath the wheels of the Taskmaster's heavily armed car, and they swung upward with startling momentum. The car lifted below with a muffled explosion as fire blossomed beneath it, and Natasha crashed onto the roof of the building, relinquishing her hold on him as she rolled to soften the blow. She came to a stop on her back and lay stunned for just a moment before she laughed and carefully sat up, looking across at him with a grin. "That was fun. Let's never do that again." They still had a long way to go. But at least with their pursuer slowed down, they might stand a chance of making it there in one piece.