Natasha: I’m a cold-hearted person. So I’ll make it quick and simple. If you touch that woman again, I will put my foot through your spine so fast you won’t realize what happened before you wake up paralyzed, sucking sour milk trhough a straw. Ponimayesh? Douchebag: Gack— ack— yes, yes! Natasha: You should still leave, Ana.
From Black Widow #3, by Nathan Edmondson and Phil Noto.