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Moment of Awesome - Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow: Trapped in a haunted house on Halloween, [Natasha's past comes back to kill her]... and Garrison Kane decides she is responsible for the deaths of those he cares about. "Assassins." Kane said quietly, almost to himself. "That's what happened. No way it happened in a straight up fight. Some would get out. But they sent assassins..." He trailed off, a chilling cold under his tone. "Go. Assassins want a second crack, let the fuckers try." He all but snarled the final words. Natasha was right. The lights lifted and illuminated all around them were the faces of her childhood. The young girls Natasha had grown up with and watched turn into women. The ones that had slowly been culled from the program one by one. They were dressed identically in black tactical suits. Their hair pulled back to reveal their innocent faces but their blank eyes were a memorial to what the program had wrought. They were severely outnumbered and while Natasha knew her companions could fight, were they prepared for the onslaught that was about to happen? She swallowed and stepped forward to face them. "Let them leave. You're here for me." She desperately tried to remember what she'd left in this suit. Just her luck that she'd come unprepared. She knew better, but living at the mansion had gotten her soft. She drew her knife and the other one strapped to the inside of her boots then charged at the nearest woman. She disappeared into a flurry of movement and glinting steel as the Widows converged on her. "You're one of them." Kane snapped the arm of a specter that swung at him. "A lucky friend." "I left this life behind a long time ago," Natasha called out as she ducked and wove, stabbing bodies and slitting the throats of friends and foes from a long time ago. The rhythm of attack was familiar that she slipped into that state of mind where the goal of the mission was all that was important and the mission this time was to survive and distract the Widows from the rest of the group that had come here with her. She'd been something, someone else, so many long years ago. Kane reached out and blocked Natasha's strike, twisting her arm back painfully and sending her sprawling with a kick to the stomach. "You would have been there, unsuspected. They never guessed you were there to kill them." Before Strange or Jean could react, they found themselves yanked off their feet and sent sprawling from the room into the hallway. Before they could react, the doors slammed shut, leaving Natasha and Kane alone and locked in combat.