Biela was sitting on the side of the ring when Agent Romanoff walked in. Her entire demeanor was different when she was Natalie Rushman…sweeter. Agent Romanoff was cold and hard. "You ready to train, Miss Stark?" she asked. Like Biela herself, she was dressed in UnderArmour shorts and and t-shirt. "Yep," Biela said. "I do some training with my dad and Happy, but you're sooooo much better than they are. I've seen the video footage."

"How?" the agent asked. "Uh…it's in your file?" Biela said. "My dad taught me how to hack, but I didn't use that. I'm a consultant now, remember? I asked Coulson for some video footage. And don't call me Miss Stark. Or Bianca. I hate Bianca. I detest Bianca. I abhor Bianca. It's Biela, or Bee, if you take after my dad's example." "Fine, Biela then," the spy said. "You can call me Natasha, I guess." Biela smiled. "Great! I'm glad to be training with you, Natasha. Please start out easy, I can't have any bruises that my dad would worry about." "Deal," Natasha replied. "Let's get started."

Four hours later, Natasha had to leave to become Natalie Rushman for Tony's birthday party that night. "Yay," Biela said. "A boring night in my room, trying to sleep while the DJ tries to cancel out the soundproofing.