[And wearing armored gloves, courtesy of the suit she showed up here in. The first spiders crawl out of the vent, and Natasha gives it a second or two, just enough to be certain they've started going to work on Tony, before her hand darts out and she snatches one. She grips it tightly, trusting the gloves to do their job—they've gotten her through a million worse things before. Impossibly, though, she feels a little prick. Almost imperceptible, but enough, and then she's crumpling to the ground with a very painful sounding thump.
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[And wearing armored gloves, courtesy of the suit she showed up here in. The first spiders crawl out of the vent, and Natasha gives it a second or two, just enough to be certain they've started going to work on Tony, before her hand darts out and she snatches one. She grips it tightly, trusting the gloves to do their job—they've gotten her through a million worse things before. Impossibly, though, she feels a little prick. Almost imperceptible, but enough, and then she's crumpling to the ground with a very painful sounding thump.
Some professional.]