That looks bad." "He's had worse." "Should you get involved?" "No. Sometimes an Avenger... But we all have things we need to do on our own.

I am a spy. Not some rooftop-jumping archer, shield-wielding super-soldier, or shiny-metal philanthrobot. I need to make that clear on my business card. Espionage is shadow warfare. Cold combat. Does anything about this feel cold to you?

Pro tip: (Often learned too late) Don't argue with crazy. Just expect crazy... to be f*****g insane.

What these men do not know about me, though... is a black widow dangling by herself on a single thread... is a deadly thing. A really dangerous thing.

And if she doesn't--" "Like all of you, she's a deniable asset, agent. This isn't the Red Cross,

One benefit of government work? Frequent flyer miles. Seriously, I get bumped up about every flight. Still not as nice as the director's private jet though...

When you need them, agents are at your disposal. And any special gear you'd like?" "As a matter of fact... Yes. I'll give you a list.

I did find your man, Natasha. Though I must say I'm not sure he's the type to bring home to ta mere et ton pere.

The passenger refuses to talk. He's only asked for protection. I've gotten calls from a dozen diplomats already. We'll have to let him go in an hour or so. Before that, we need some information from him. We're drifting now." "And you think I can succeed where you failed?" "I am not paid for uncertainty, Agent. Do your thing.