Natasha Romanov, the Black Widow

"It looks like I wasn't the only one looking to raid the Kingpin's office tonight," the redhead emerging from the shadows said.

"I guess not," Mary Jane said back. "Although I have to say, I'm a little surprised it's taken SHIELD this long to send their top agent to investigate Fisk."

"Believe me, we've tried," Natasha answered. "Wilson Fisk is one slippery bastard. He's blocked SHIELD's attempts at investigation at every turn. Technically, I'm not even here. The only other person who knows what I'm up to is Fury."

"And us, I guess," MJ pointed out.

"That's true... but I get the feeling you two aren't going to talk. You'd just be incriminating yourselves," Natasha noted.

MJ & Felicia nodded. "So, I take it you'd be interested in what we've just gotten off of Fisk's computer."

"Very interested," said Natasha. "I take it you have a client interested in buying that info?"

"No, actually," MJ admitted. "This is personal for us. We're looking to bring Wilson Fisk down."

"I see. In that case, would you two be interested in working together with me? I'm looking to bring Fisk to justice myself."

"Ooh, Working with two gorgeous redheads in skin tight black suits to bring down an evil criminal mastermind? Where do I sign?!" Felicia grinned.

MJ rolled her eyes. "You know that comment'll add a few more years to your horny jail sentence, Cat. How long is that sentence now? Like, 1000 years?"

"Oh, it's way longer than that, Red. You have no idea."

"Whatever. You've got a deal, Black Widow," MJ said, extending her hand.

Natasha smiled, and shook MJ's hand. "You won't regret this. Let's bring Fisk down."