I stared at the map in wonder— I’d never come so close to actual espionage before— he tried to kiss me, then— I had to push him away.
Natasha: Don’t— don’t ever do that again. Don’t ever touch me.
Danny: Sure, sister. Some other time— another place.
He was still laughing when I heard the sound— a sudden footstep.
Danny: Blast it! The guard!
Danny swung the flashlight beam in a cutting arc— the light struck the man in the face, blinding him. He was a tall man, beefy! I noticed that his uniform was not that of your government— and then I attacked! I was in a rage over Danny’s casual treatment of me— I’m afraid I wasn’t gentle.
From Daredevil #90, by Gerry Conway and Gene Colan.