one wrong move ;

Lat: 4°S 11' 52.9"

Long: 12°E 29' 49.01"

A Reconnaissance mission: to retrieve information from a potential
enemy whilst being tested on the skills she learned during her time at the
KGB. She had only joined S.H.I.E.LD recently, yet within a small space of time
she was dropped off along coastal Africa for one of her fist assignments. She
had been given a rather simple task, and despite a new environment, it shouldn’t
have been too challenging.

It was mid afternoon – the sky tinted with a peachy hue as the young
redhead finished setting up camp for the evening. For this particular night
Natasha would be accompanied by the jungle critters that lurked within the
canopies. In a sense the ambiance remained peaceful – it was only her, from
what she could tell, and she preferred it that way.

With time on her side, Natasha decided to become familiar with her
surroundings further afield from camp. She began to make her way over the
rough terrain, her movements swift due to the light attire upon her body.
The humidity crawled under her skin and caused a thin layer of sweat to
accumulate upon flushed cheeks – this was no time for clad catsuits. In fact,
this was no time for anything that acquired brutal activity. She just wished
the heat would subside before darkened hues took over the sky.

From first glance it all looked the same – lush vegetation reached high into
the sky, so much that she came to a halt in her tracks. She wiped sweat
from a single cheek with the back of her hand, followed by a heavy exhale
between parted lips making it sound as if she were huffing. Perhaps it
was time to turn back; start a small fire and simmer the packaged food she had
been given before the trip. She craved energy, and sleep – it was vital for the
tasks she would take on the next morning.

A flicker of movement caught her eye before she turned away. Curiosity ensued
and the woman gazed up, brows tugging together as she tried to pinpoint the
disturbance. Eyes landed on a seemingly innocent creature – a monkey. It was
in it’s own little world, shoving a fruit Natasha couldn’t make out between its teeth.

She had known to keep her distance, and she did, but despite her attempts
it remained too close for the ape’s liking. The mammal froze in place,
beady eyes fixed on the woman’s own. She could feel it tugging at the very
core of her stomach – she had done something wrong. A few primal shrieks
emitted from the monkey’s gaping mouth causing the woman to take a slow
step back, slender hands tightening into small fists. It was too late to turn back
now – four, no, five apes, twice the size of the original creature jumped down
from the trees, teeth bared as their gaze landed on the redhead. Instinct set in
and Natasha slowly reached for the gun holstered to her thigh, her gaze
never leaving the danger she faced. One of them had to act, however, one
wrong move from the former agent and she would have screwed the mission
before it even started. So, without wasting another moment, Natasha turned on
her heel and r a n.

♔

May 18 · 7 years ago

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