Natasha hides behind Olivier and tried to make herself appear more petite than she was. She had spent a fortune on looking good today and she did not want to ruin it.
"Natasha, I am weaker than you. What makes you think that I have enough muscle mass to take on thugs like these? Since you have created this mess, you should also be the one to get out of this."
Olivier reminded Natasha as he quietly slipped out of Natasha's grasp and stepped aside. He wanted to protect Natasha but even he knew that he had no way to do so with his current body.
"Hey, are you both making fun of me by pretending you are playing around like this? I do not like this. It makes me want to."
The bully felt someone place their hand on his head and he instantly went quiet. He recognized this familiar but steady hand on his head.
