I recognized her, of course. The Black Widow. I always wondered why they called her that. Until that day. Just like the deadly spider that devours its mate— this girl was just as ruthless. And just as quiet. It’s funny. You see super heroes on the news once in a while— hear them talk while they’re fighting— almost seems like they’re having fun. Not this one. All business. Serious as a heart attack. She was a woman with a goal. Woe to anyone— anything— that got in her way.

From Journey Into Mystery #517 by Scott Lobdell and Randy Green.

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