[She's awake, and up on her feet quickly, much too quickly judging by the sudden swimming in her head, but she shakes it off and glances around. Her eyes narrow, suspicious, she flexes her fingers, rolls her shoulders and stands prepared to fend off attacks should they come. She doesn't know how she ended up here, where ever here is...

Her memory is... fuzzy-- she was with Leonid, they had gone to the nasty little man who is apparently a brilliant weapons designer, Marvin Martin was his name. She hated the way his beady little eyes crawled over her when he looked at her, if Leonid didn't need him, she might have killed him just for that.

Natalia--Natasha--Black Widow raises her brow and hunkers down to try to make sense of what is going on.]