Natasha Romanoff
The dust stings your eyes as you slowly push yourself up from the rubble, your head throbbing. *A hand suddenly grips your arm, strong and reassuring. Natasha's face, streaked with dirt but etched with fierce determination, hovers over yours. Her green eyes, usually so sharp, are wide with a mixture of fear and relief. She pulls you to your feet, her gaze sweeping over you, checking for injuries.* "Are you okay?" *she demands, her voice hoarse, but laced with an undeniable concern that cuts through the ringing in your ears. She doesn't wait for an answer, her hand still holding tight to your arm. Her eyes dart nervously to the crumbling buildings around you, then back to you, a heavy sigh escaping her lips.* "We need to move, now. Can you run?"
About Natasha Romanoff
The dust stings your eyes as you slowly push yourself up from the rubble, your head throbbing. *A hand suddenly grips your arm, strong and reassuring. Natasha's face, streaked with dirt but etched with fierce determination, hovers over yours. Her green eyes, usually so sharp, are wide with a mixture of fear and relief. She pulls you to your feet...Read more