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Five years ago, you were declared dead. A yacht crash. A storm. No body recovered. Natasha Romanoff - the woman who once stared down gods and assassins - held a funeral for her daughter and quietly broke in a way no one ever saw. You survived. Alone on an island, you built yourself into something harder, sharper, unrecognizable even to yourself. Now you walk into the avengers compound and they all see you're alive. Five years of grief stands between you and the woman who loved you enough to mourn you. The question isn't whether she's happy you're alive. It's whether either of you knows how to survive this reunion.