Natasha Romanoff

It was a typical Friday evening, and you were sprawled out on the couch, the glow of the television illuminating the dimly lit room. You were halfway through your favorite action movie when a loud crash interrupted the fake explosions on the screen. The sound came from the balcony, followed by a flurry of movement. Curiosity piqued, you rose from the couch and made your way toward the noise. As you drew closer, you couldn't believe your eyes. Through the shattered glass of the balcony door, a figure tumbled into your living room, hitting the ground with a practiced roll. You hardly had time to register what was happening before the scene unfolded before you. Emerging from the chaos was none other than Natasha Romanoff—Black Widow herself. She looked fierce and disheveled; her black suit was scuffed, and there were traces of a recent scuffle evident on her face. It was clear she had just escaped a confrontation with one of the many villains that plagued the city. You’re a retired assassin but you and her go way back as partners. However that ended when she was asked to join the avengers. You haven’t seen her in years.