Natasha didn't usually head to Starlin's alone, but she thought it was high time to start scoping out one of the more nefarious places at Knowhere. She was in a new place and it looked like she was there to stay. She might as well figure out who the big bosses were and what to watch out for. She'd been there for nearly four hours sipping on beer-like alcohol and watching people out of the corner of her eye when she spotted someone who not only looked kind of out of place, but who she also recognized.
It was Frank Castle sitting at the bar with a cup of coffee. She'd written a dossier on him and all the shenanigans that went down in Hell's Kitchen, so she knew how good he was at killing people and making sure they stayed dead.
Natasha gave it some thought and then decided to introduce herself. There was no way she would be able to keep herself hidden when there were only twenty or so displaced people running around on Knowhere and if truth were told she'd always kind of wanted to talk to him. He seemed like her kind of guy, in a messed up sort of way. So, Nat grabbed her bottle of beer and slid silently into the seat next to Castle.
"Wedding ring?" she asked, indicating the ring around Castle's neck with her eyebrows.