Natasha Romanoff sat in a bar located in a dark alley in New York City. The hood of her jacket helped cover her face as she downed a shot of vodka. Thankfully, she had gulped down enough vodka shots in her life to be used to the patented sensation.

“Hey, bartender.” She lifted her glass. “Another one.”

The bartender, a gruff-looking fellow, grunted as he took her glass and filled it with more of the clear liquid. She was about to take another sip when she noticed out of the corner of her eye two men at the end of the bar staring at her with those typical leering gazes that she had gotten more times than she could remember in her life. She sighed. She didn’t have time for this. There was too much on her mind. Continue reading Captain America: Secret War (SIX) →