Black Widow #8 Review

Writers: Mark Waid, Chris Samnee / Artist: Chris Samnee / Marvel Comics [quote_simple]”It’s hardball with an oddball, when the shots you throw through do car door like it’s cardboard / I feel like I’m at your mom’s door with a convoy, Full of armed boys from Darfur / My heart core colder than the shoulders on a US soldier on ‘Nam shores”- Loaded Lux[/quote_simple] On everything in my Google search history, I don’t give a fuck who your favorite action star is. I don’t care who the fuck you think is the face of adventure. I don’t fucking care. If you aren’t talking about Natasha Ramanova than you ain’t talking about a Bast damn thing. Zoom in on my face as I say this shit. Closer. Closer. Muh fucka *Grabs camera* Natasha Romanova is out here bringing the espionage game back to glory. Fuck James Bond. Fuck Jason Bourne. Fuck La Femme Nikita. Fuck Ethan Hunt. This Black Widow series is the mixtape fiction game needs right now. It’s been too quiet, so Natasha, Waid, and Samnee brought them gun bars back. We discovered that there’s a successor to The Red Room program that created Natasha and made her the god of espionage that we know and love (and want a movie from). That successor program is called The Dark Room and these girls are not here for the fuck shit. Natasha is having to hunt down these numerous nameless assassins hiding in plain sight. That’s no easy feat, we see one preparing for her latest hit. Samnee sets a dark tone from jump so we know that behind the cookie cutter…