Natasha Romanoff / OTA (also on Team Multiples)
For all that Natasha was an aggressively bad sport when it came to things like, say, childrens' board games, she hadn't taken much issue with her team's resounding defeat. For one thing, literally all of the spider-people were stacked up against them, psychological warfare was only going to do so much when up against that many hitters, and if Natasha was a spider on a total technicality, her fastest time around the base was never going to stack up to a teenage Peter Parker. Competitive psychopath though she may be, let it never be said she didn't have a thorough understanding of here her own limits were.
Also, there was that one pretty terrible error she'd made where she was supposed to throw to third and had instead sent it hurtling into first. It had been a great throw. Just also a deeply unhelpful one. She kind of hoped Carol would still be speaking to her on the other side of it. Look, it was the first time she'd done anything with baseball other than watch a Dodgers game on TV with Steve one time, and the one time she'd attended a game the summer Cooper did Little League. She was going to count it as a win.
Besides, there were going to be fireworks in a little while, when the sun went down. Fireworks were one of those things Natasha felt stupidly sentimental about - she sometimes liked that, things that had been invented for no reason other than to be beautiful, and she felt content on the highest rung of the bleachers with pie balanced on her lap. She was currently very, very carefully scraping the filling out from between the layers of crust to put it in a separate pile and eat by itself.