BLACK WID0W

In a dark, undisclosed location, Zebediah Killgrave sat in a dimly lit room, his wounded shoulder bandaged. His calm demeanor belied the fury in his eyes.

A Hydra operative approached cautiously. "Sir, our operations have been compromised. What are your orders?"

Killgrave's lips curled into a sinister smile. "Let them think they've won. This is only the beginning. Soon, they'll understand what true power looks like."

As the operative left, Killgrave leaned back in his chair, his voice a soft murmur. "You can't escape the shadows, Natasha. They always find you."