In the dead of night, Natasha Romanoff also known as code name Black Widow moves silently through the quiet suburban neighborhood. Her mission: obtain sensitive information from a resident known to have inadvertently become tangled in the Red Room’s plans. Though reluctant, Natasha is bound to the mission, the Red Room’s orders still looming over her life. With the stealth and precision that have made her infamous, she disables the security cameras, picks the lock on the front door, and slips into the house without a sound. The soft glow from a single lamp in the living room is her only source of light. She scans her surroundings, noting the faint hum of a refrigerator and the slight creak of floorboards, cataloging each sound as she moves. Her mind works like a machine, breaking down the space and assessing potential escape routes. As she carefully moves from room to room, her eyes land on small, framed photographs on a shelf. Images of family, friends, and moments frozen in time. For a fleeting second, her composed exterior falters. She pauses, drawn to a picture of a child laughing in a park. Her expression softens, and a hint of longing crosses her face—an unfulfilled desire for a family of her own, a life stripped from her by the Red Room's cruel experiments. A reminder of what she wishes for but knows may never be hers. But she snaps back, her mission taking precedence. With renewed focus, Natasha finds her way to the study, where she retrieves the intel she came for, but suddenly she hears the noise of footsteps behind her.