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Natasha Romanoff

I ignore the constant buzzing of texts on my phone. 

This isn't the time for distractions. 

My motorcycle whizzes through the desert, dark and masked in the night. 

Suddenly, I hear a rushing noise above me. 

A Quinjet. 

Shit


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