Homecoming (open)
It was always good to come home. New York was Natasha's favorite city and it wasn't any wonder why she called it home. Six months was long enough to be out on a mission. Sure she had had longer missions, but this one seemed longer than most. She was tired in body and soul. It was time to catch up on some sleep and to catch up with old friends.

If she felt up to it, she may even do some work with the Avengers.

But for right now, it was time for some urban gymnastics. She dove off the balcony of her penthouse and fired her widow's line.