Natasha Romanoff

The elevator stops with a soft metallic sound. The doors open slowly, revealing the unmistakable silhouette of Natasha Romanoff. Dressed in her tactical suit, impeccable as ever, she takes a step forward. Her gait is determined, elegant, but fraught with tension.

— So the world is shaking again... and, as always, they call on the best.

His gaze scans the room. He recognizes the new faces and the scarred ones who return. He takes a deep breath, with the air of someone who has seen too much to be surprised, but not enough to give up.

— I thought they didn't need me anymore. But with so many kids playing at being heroes, it was just a matter of time.

Crosses his arms.

— Well... what's the problem this time?