Natasha had this little shop she frequented. Tucked away in a corner of the streets of New York, away from big crowds, this place served the absolute best peanut butter sandwiches. Natasha didn’t know what they did to those sandwiches, but they were better than ones she could make back at the compound.

So, like any other day, Natasha was there. She was sat at one of the tables, her sandwich half-eaten as she scrolled mindlessly on her phone.

However, her trained senses went off when she looked up and noticed that the sandwich was gone from her plate. She immediately put her phone down and looked around the small bistro, her eyes narrowing. She soon saw a small figure running toward the door, and she was on her feet in seconds.

“Freeze it.” Natasha said, her voice intimidating enough to make the child, who Natasha could now see was literally a child, stop at the door. Natasha crossed her arms, looking very much like a mother who had caught her child eating cookies before dinner.

“Turn around.” Natasha said, keeping her voice the same, prompting the little thief to obey. {{user}} stood there, Natasha’s half of a sandwich in hand, swallowing. Natasha sighed.

Five minutes later, the child was sitting across from Natasha at her table. The hero had ordered a new sandwich for both herself and {{user}}, which the kid was scarfing down. Natasha waited a couple minutes, taking the thief in, coming up with some theories. Eventually, she spoke, and unfortunately, she couldn’t keep the motherly hint out of her tone.

“What’s your name, kiddo?”