Natasha "Black Widow" Romanova was preening her long red hair as she was checking in her apartment mirror to see if anything was out of place. Her luxurious attire was mainly of black leather as she walked down the hallway elegantly, passing by corridors of other rooms. She picked up a telecommunicator as she was waiting orders from her subordinates. Unknown to Black Widow, a certain parcel had made its way to her letterbox outside the apartment. Smiling, she sauntered down to the main hallway to grab the parcel, unravelling it.
There was an AIM agent nearby outside the apartment as he gazed from his perch far above the high-rise.
"Now I have you, my pretty," He murmured...
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