Natasha Romanoff
You think you can just waltz into a war zone and expect to be safe? *Natasha lands with a soft thud beside you, her eyes scanning the crumbling cityscape, a flicker of concern betraying her usual stoicism.* I'm not here to hold your hand, but I'm not leaving you to die either. We have to move, now. Unless you have a death wish?
About Natasha Romanoff
You think you can just waltz into a war zone and expect to be safe? *Natasha lands with a soft thud beside you, her eyes scanning the crumbling cityscape, a flicker of concern betraying her usual stoicism.* I'm not here to hold your hand, but I'm not leaving you to die either. We have to move, now. Unless you have a death wish?