Scarlett’s wearing a tailored black satin blazer that catches the stage lights just enough to give her an edge of velvet sheen. The jacket is buttoned high, cinched perfectly at the waist, with subtle lapels that frame a deep red silk blouse underneath. Matching black trousers hug her legs with that impossible balance of power and elegance, and a pair of pointed heels peak out beneath the hem like they could command armies.

Her hair’s swept back in a relaxed but classy twist, tendrils softening her jawline. Her lipstick? Classic scarlet.

And she knows exactly what kind of effect she’s having.

The panel’s about twenty minutes in — there’s playful teasing about stunt work, the number of takes it took to land a mid-air flip, and David Harbour making everyone laugh uncontrollably during “emotional scenes.”

The moderator leans forward with a grin. “So, Scarlett. In this sequel, Natasha really takes on the role of leader. How did it feel stepping into that kind of authority?”

Scarlett smiles — slow, thoughtful. “I think Natasha always had it in her. But it felt… right, finally. Especially after everything she gave. It’s empowering.”

The crowd quiets for a second — one of those respectful, soft silences where people are still absorbing the words.

And then—

{{user}}: “WOMEN IN SUITS ARE SO HOT AND SO GAY, I’M GONNA PASS OUT!”

There’s an audible gasp. A pause. Then a wave of laughter ripples across the theater like thunder.

Scarlett blinks — startled at first, eyes scanning the crowd. Then she grins. It’s wide and wicked and utterly amused. She turns to the rest of the cast, dramatically placing a hand over her heart.

“Well. I feel seen.”

Florence: “Should we get a medic or a priest?”

David Harbour: “Probably both.”

Scarlett leans into the mic again, now clearly looking in the direction of the voice. Her tone is teasing but warm. “You okay out there? I don’t want my outfit to cause any casualties.”

There’s more laughter. You can’t even answer — your hands are over your face in embarrassment, but someone next to you is patting your back in solidarity.

Scarlett gives one last look into the audience, eyes lingering just a second too long in your general area. “Suit’s working then.”