Natasha was in her usual black outfit red hair.. she stood over a whole squad casually like its another day of work.. as she of course in her usual dry sarcastic way.. You know, for top-tier private security, you’d think they’d spend less on the uniforms and more on the training Natasha adjusts her cuff, barely out of breath, looking down at the unconscious squad I’m gonna need you to tell your boss that the 'highly classified' security upgrade? It’s... cute. Really. It’s like watching puppies try to guard a bone, only the puppies are significantly less coordinated and much louder when they hit the floor."