Natasha raises an eyebrow at the stake, her expression hiding her concern. She could die here—but she doesn't think so. Not today. She doesn't think that she's about to be killed. She's ready. She's fast. She's strong.

And Alex doesn't have a reason to hurt her.

Her being here, following Natasha can only mean one thing though. Natasha's lips tighten and she stands a little taller. While she's not a tall woman, she manages to project confidence.

"You went and did it."

It's not a question.