A Neverlasting SHIELD
Zephyr looked up from his cup of tea, seeing a familiar red haired woman across the street. She was Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow of SHIELD. Everything that she had done for the KGB was deplorable. Awful. Inhumane, even.
Still, no one deserved being hounded by the media, as she was being at this moment. He subtly let his hand fall, concentrating on his magics. "Tel a gof tectorp eht Kcalb Wodiw." He whispered, hand sparking with blue energy as a fog rolled in around Ms. Romanoff.











