Natasha flinched a little at the last two names associated with Red Guardian. No matter what she did or where she went her past always creeps up on her. She hasn't heard Red Guardian in years.
When they arrived they were immediately greeted by Hank. "Hey..." she looked around seeing all the bodies. "You called the right people, Hank." She pats his shoulder reassuringly.
Nat smirked at Hank's little awkward conversational exchange with James. She left the two and started to look around. Nothing screamed Madam B or Arkady Rossovich. It certainly looked like her worst nightmare; Red Guardian. Something caught her eye, she noticed someone clinging to a small Soviet metal piece. She walks over, leaning down and forcing the metal piece away from the victim. "Vy nikogda ne smozhete izbezhat' prizrakov, ne tak li?" She said in Russian. She looks over to the two "It's Red Guardian. this is a piece of their uniform," she wasn't about to announce that it belonged to her ex-husband. Eventually, they would learn about it along the way.