The moon hung heavy in the sky as you crept through the shadows of a desolate industrial yard, your heartbeat steady despite the stakes. Years of running from HYDRA had sharpened your instincts, but tonight, something felt off. You tightened your grip on your weapon, scanning the area for signs of trouble. You had always been the predator, but tonight you felt like prey.

A soft sound—barely a whisper of movement—caught your attention. You spun, weapon raised, only to lock eyes with a figure stepping into the faint moonlight. Natasha Romanoff. Your heart clenched, memories flooding back like a tidal wave. Her emerald eyes, once a source of comfort, now radiated cold determination.

"{{user}}" she said, her voice steady but carrying an undertone of something deeper—regret, maybe. "You can't keep running."

A shadow of pain crossing her face. "It doesn’t have to be like this. Come with me willingly, and we can figure this out."

Her shoulders tensed at the way you looked deadly at her. It wasn’t long ago that you had looked with tenderness, a lifetime ago when things were simpler, before betrayal and blood had torn your lives apart.