She landed the jet about a quarter mile from where Bruce showed up on radar. She'd checked out the file on the flight in, seen exactly what it was he was doing. Landing near that could have ended badly for her.

By the time she reached him, it didn't matter though. Bruce wasn't there. Natasha went still the moment she saw him, gripped by terror. He'd fought with them so many times this way, but it never changed that immediate, gut-wrenching reaction.

"Bruce?"