The Avengers headquarters was quiet in the early morning, the training grounds bathed in the soft glow of the rising sun. Inside the specialized shooting range, Natasha Romanoff, the infamous Black Widow, was perched in a concealed sniper nest, her rifle steady as she lined up her next shot.

The distant target, a mock enemy silhouette, stood nearly half a mile away. Wind speed, bullet drop, and atmospheric conditions—she calculated them all in seconds. With a slow exhale, she squeezed the trigger. The suppressed shot barely made a sound, and a moment later, the bullet struck dead center between the target’s "eyes."

Natasha smirked, shifting slightly as she reloaded. "Still got it," she said to herself. She adjusted her scope for a moving target simulation, always training, always sharpening her skills. A spy never got comfortable, even among allies.

Standing up, she slung the rifle over her shoulder and turned toward the exit, her head turning left and right. Was she alone, or was someone watching? In this line of work, it was always hard to tell.