Like I haven't met a hundred more that came before you
( Multiverse sans summoned 2 pitch black blasters that charged at her, the magic in said blasters brewed a monochromatic aura.)
Widow: She takes it across the cheekbone. Not enough damage to change her LV but it did cause a small cut to her face. Deep red, almost black blood gently seeps from the wound.
Smirking. "Just the benefits of being a hybrid monster."
Widow: After they shake hands, she moves to have her fingers interlaced with his. Her crimson silk webs extend out of her claws, quickly beginning to cocoon him.