Bobbi: You said you swept the area? Did you find anything?
Specifically, any weapon of Japanese origin?

As a matter of fact, yes. These places have lots of hidey holes, used for many different things. But nothing like this.

A kusarigama.

Another old ninja weapon.


An American spy set up as a member of the Japanes edlegates security team was killed last night with a shinobi-zue.

You saw the weapon?

: No, but I recognized the wound. And now this. Hidden in a place where only you would find it. Someone knew you would look.

Breadcrumbs, huh?

How well did you trust this source?

They called in on a secure line only I would know.

Two calls, leading two people to the same place. Both counted among the dead, but someone knew they would call us. Or reach us somehow.

Clint contributes approximately nothing to this conversation. Bobbi and Natasha basically talk over him, since they are good at spying and he is not.

From Widowmaker #1, by Jim McCann and David López.

Bobbi: You came here in that thing?
Natasha: You two and movies and musicals. Made for each other.

I’m actually sort of surprised Natasha picked out the references to Star Wars and Les Misérables. Not because they’re so obscure omg, but Natasha grew up in 1940s Soviet Russia in a completely different pop culture context. And also because she clearly doesn’t appreciate the nerdery.

From Widowmaker #3, by Jim McCann and David López.

Natasha: It’s strangozzi al tartufo nero. Jarvis has a delicious recipie that mixes olive oil and butter for the black truffle sauce and…
Logan: Great. Hardly bored at all. Did you say something about Hawkeye?

Last year a short story ran that centered on Jarvis’s grocery shopping struggles as he had to cook all the Avengers’ favorite foods. Natasha’s was probably the trickiest— strangozzi al tartufo nero is an Umbrian dish featuring black truffles, which a well-known and uberexpensive delicacy. Natasha’s high-end, cosmopolitain tastes go along sort of implicitly with her career as International Woman of Mystery.

Clint, if you were wondering, was eating a pizza. Dr. Strange had sushi, and Thor ordered what an entire roasted boar.

From I am an Avenger #2, by Paul Tobin and David López.

Natasha: Well, they employed places like these back in the 1800s to use the oldest profession in the world to get pretty damning secrets out of rather high-up officials.
Clint: Blackmail. Pillowtalk.
Natasha: Exactly.
Clint: They’re not exactly going to get anything out of me, so the point of going in there is…
Natasha: Recon. Blackmail’s too easy these days. That poor fool probably had no idea what else goes on in there. There’s another reason they re-opened these places. Pretty sure I know what’s in there, and who.
Clint: Great! You go in!
Natasha: I don’t have the same assets as you.

Still not sure what to make of this.

From Widowmaker #3, by Jim McCann and David López.

Clint: Y’know, when you sent me in here, you could’ve warned me that these aren’t just “lovely ladies”… they’re in the freaking school for gifted ninja girls! Can I have my bow now?
Natasha: Obscure Les Miz song reference? Really? If I hadn’t already dated you…
Clint: Hey! Easy, or you’ll make these girls jealous. They’re already angry enou-ufff!
Natasha: I knew I should’ve gone with Fortune.

I realized I haven’t posted much with Clint, so. Since when was Natasha fluent in American showtunes? Has she been pop-culture savvy this whole time and keeping it a secret? And why did she unzip her costume to fight?

From Widowmaker #3, by Jim McCann and David López.

Clint: ‘Tasha, just because Bobbi and I’re on the outs right now doesn’t mean I need lovin’ long time.
Natasha: In addition to racist, you’re being a real ass.

Widowmaker’s schoolgirl-ninja-brothel was pretty much every unfortunate cliche of Marvel Japan combined, but I did appreciate this call-out.

From Widowmaker #3, by Jim McCann and David Lopez.