Natasha Romanoff aka Black Widow

There seemed to be something in the air that day. Maybe it was random rainstorm in the middle of a sunny day or possibly the tightness in the back of her throat when she went to sip her morning coffee. Natasha sighed softly as she headed out of the small, warm coffee shop that was a few blocks away from her apartment. The kraft cup was warming her hands as walked the New York blocks filled with people. Her phone buzzed in her jacket pocket, she glanced at the name that flashed on the screen.

"You're up early." Her tone started serious but ended with something friendlier. "If you're calling for coffee, I'm already halfway back to the apartment."

There seemed to be something in the air that day. Maybe it was random rainstorm in the middle of a sunny day or possibly the tightness in the back of her throat when she went to sip her morning coffee. Natasha sighed softly as she headed out of the small, warm coffee shop that was a few blocks away from her apartment. The kraft cup was warming her hands as walked the New York blocks filled with people. Her phone buzzed in her jacket pocket, she glanced at the name that flashed on the screen.

"You're up early." Her tone started serious but ended with something friendlier. "If you're calling for coffee, I'm already halfway back to the apartment."

The widow's son

Buck is laying in his hospital bed, his leg raised up. No one understands how he only survived with a badly broken leg. Yes, there was a surgery to fix his leg but after what happened? He is lucky to be here on Earth still.

There seemed to be something in the air that day. Maybe it was random rainstorm in the middle of a sunny day or possibly the tightness in the back of her throat when she went to sip her morning coffee. Natasha sighed softly as she headed out of the small, warm coffee shop that was a few blocks away from her apartment. The kraft cup was warming her hands as walked the New York blocks filled with people. Her phone buzzed in her jacket pocket, she glanced at the name that flashed on the screen.

"You're up early." Her tone started serious but ended with something friendlier. "If you're calling for coffee, I'm already halfway back to the apartment."

There seemed to be something in the air that day. Maybe it was random rainstorm in the middle of a sunny day or possibly the tightness in the back of her throat when she went to sip her morning coffee. Natasha sighed softly as she headed out of the small, warm coffee shop that was a few blocks away from her apartment. The kraft cup was warming her hands as walked the New York blocks filled with people. Her phone buzzed in her jacket pocket, she glanced at the name that flashed on the screen.

"You're up early." Her tone started serious but ended with something friendlier. "If you're calling for coffee, I'm already halfway back to the apartment."

"It hurts a lot more than I'm used to cramps and aching muscles feeling."

He looks down at the tampon for a moment.

The widow's son

Buck is laying in his hospital bed, his leg raised up. No one understands how he only survived with a badly broken leg. Yes, there was a surgery to fix his leg but after what happened? He is lucky to be here on Earth still.

There seemed to be something in the air that day. Maybe it was random rainstorm in the middle of a sunny day or possibly the tightness in the back of her throat when she went to sip her morning coffee. Natasha sighed softly as she headed out of the small, warm coffee shop that was a few blocks away from her apartment. The kraft cup was warming her hands as walked the New York blocks filled with people. Her phone buzzed in her jacket pocket, she glanced at the name that flashed on the screen.

"You're up early." Her tone started serious but ended with something friendlier. "If you're calling for coffee, I'm already halfway back to the apartment."

"It hurts a lot more than I'm used to cramps and aching muscles feeling."

There seemed to be something in the air that day. Maybe it was random rainstorm in the middle of a sunny day or possibly the tightness in the back of her throat when she went to sip her morning coffee. Natasha sighed softly as she headed out of the small, warm coffee shop that was a few blocks away from her apartment. The kraft cup was warming her hands as walked the New York blocks filled with people. Her phone buzzed in her jacket pocket, she glanced at the name that flashed on the screen.

"You're up early." Her tone started serious but ended with something friendlier. "If you're calling for coffee, I'm already halfway back to the apartment."

She thought about that.

Text: Ill be over in a few you'll need a few things.

He reached for the bag, curious about the contents.

There seemed to be something in the air that day. Maybe it was random rainstorm in the middle of a sunny day or possibly the tightness in the back of her throat when she went to sip her morning coffee. Natasha sighed softly as she headed out of the small, warm coffee shop that was a few blocks away from her apartment. The kraft cup was warming her hands as walked the New York blocks filled with people. Her phone buzzed in her jacket pocket, she glanced at the name that flashed on the screen.

"You're up early." Her tone started serious but ended with something friendlier. "If you're calling for coffee, I'm already halfway back to the apartment."

She thought about that.

Text: Ill be over in a few you'll need a few things.

There seemed to be something in the air that day. Maybe it was random rainstorm in the middle of a sunny day or possibly the tightness in the back of her throat when she went to sip her morning coffee. Natasha sighed softly as she headed out of the small, warm coffee shop that was a few blocks away from her apartment. The kraft cup was warming her hands as walked the New York blocks filled with people. Her phone buzzed in her jacket pocket, she glanced at the name that flashed on the screen.

"You're up early." Her tone started serious but ended with something friendlier. "If you're calling for coffee, I'm already halfway back to the apartment."

She thought about that.

Text: Ill be over in a few you'll need a few things.

There seemed to be something in the air that day. Maybe it was random rainstorm in the middle of a sunny day or possibly the tightness in the back of her throat when she went to sip her morning coffee. Natasha sighed softly as she headed out of the small, warm coffee shop that was a few blocks away from her apartment. The kraft cup was warming her hands as walked the New York blocks filled with people. Her phone buzzed in her jacket pocket, she glanced at the name that flashed on the screen.

"You're up early." Her tone started serious but ended with something friendlier. "If you're calling for coffee, I'm already halfway back to the apartment."

Text: you aren't peeing blood