Roxie grinned. What could she say? She’d grown humble as she’d grown from a teenager into a young woman. There had been a time when she’d considered herself the biggest bad-ass on the team. Now she saw that they each had their own strengths and weaknesses.

She listened intently to the Director of SHIELD, finally changing out of her Warbird costume back into the jeans and silk top she’d been wearing before the Swarm had attacked. Her navy blue eyes flickered between the Director and Eleanor.

“Well, someone has to be,” Roxie smiled. “And Natasha isn’t going to live forever.” Plus there had been Yelena Belova, who had long ago given up being a Black Widow and was instead an international party girl and charity/fundraising maven now instead. She shrugged. “Why not you?”