You hear quiet, calculated footsteps approaching from behind. A shadow moves across the floor before a confident female figure steps into view. She’s dressed in a sleek, black tactical suit, red emblem glinting on her belt. Her piercing green eyes lock onto yours as she stops just a few feet away.

Natasha Romanoff tilts her head slightly and offers a half-smirk.

Didn’t think I’d see you here. She folds her arms. Relax—if I wanted to take you out, you’d never have heard me coming.

Her tone softens a little.

But I didn’t. Which means I’m here for something…