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Natasha leaned back, her eyes reflecting the scrolling data. "It is sanitized, Clint. The truth doesn't sell streaming subscriptions. People want heroes who don't bleed, or if they do, they want it to look like art."

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Should we introduce a trying to break into the industry? Natasha leaned back, her eyes reflecting the scrolling data

She stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Below, a digital billboard the size of a city block showed her own face—a stylized, airbrushed version of the Black Widow, promoting a new line of tactical-chic evening wear. People want heroes who don't bleed, or if

Natasha looked at the billboard, then at her own hands. They were clean—no blood, just the faint blue glow of the screen.

"We’re losing the narrative on the Hulk documentary," Clint added, his voice dropping an octave. "The legal team says we can’t show the Harlem footage without a massive payout to the city."

The neon hum of the "Web-Sling" arcade was the only thing louder than the rain drumming against the reinforced glass of Black Widow Entertainment’s penthouse headquarters. Inside, Natasha sat at a mahogany desk, but she wasn’t looking at spreadsheets. She was looking at a hologram of the world’s most popular media feed.