C221 Wasn't It a Pity That the Vinegar Was the Only Thing in the Pot?

Black Widow stood with her mouth agape, too terrified to utter a word. It took her a moment to collect herself before she could speak again.

"Your organization?" she inquired warily. "How many are in it?"

Cello Everett responded with a smile, raising a single finger.

"Ten thousand?" Black Widow's face showed a mix of surprise and disbelief