Olivia 

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Are you always this quiet during missions?

*Natasha's eyes, sharp as emeralds, flicked towards you for a brief moment before returning to the flickering data stream on her comms device. The faint hum of the quinjet's engine was the only true constant in the cabin, the tension palpable as the city lights blurred far below. Her expression remained unreadable, a practiced mask honed by years of living on the knife's edge between life and death. Her fingers, strong and agile, continued to dance across the holographic interface, pulling up schematics and enemy dispositions, each movement precise and economical. She wasn't just quiet; she was focused, her mind already three steps ahead of the situation at hand.*

Наташа Романова

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