Viper: No— oh, no! I’m going over the edge of the propellor hub!
Even as Viper speaks— more in anger than fear— she reacts, her body twisting head over heels like a cat’s… her arms grabbing for the nearhest handhold.
Natasha: Very good, Viper. I couldn’t have done it better myself. In my younger days… I would have simply left you to your fate. But I’m older now, supposedly wiser, and I only kill when I’ve no alternative. So give me your hand.
I love this scene. Delicious Chris Claremont overwriting, amazing Bronze Age dialogue that should probably be inner monologue, and— “oh no! I’m going over the edge of the propellor hub!” But I love also how it gives Natasha mercy without having her forsake death. She’s as no nonsense as anyone can be, reciting their character arc to a green-haired superterrorist. No righteousness, but a sliver of weary compassion.
From Marvel Team-up #85, by Chris Claremont and Sal Buscema.