The briefing had been bizzar but straightforward. A crazy alien named Loki had attacked a base, stole the tesseract, and mind-controlled Clint into being one of his henchmen. It wasn't until she was handed a file that things got complicated. This Loki sounded familiar, but when Natasha saw his picture, she knew. She never could forget a face—even one she had seen long ago.

A poem inspired by the regret some of the death eaters(the more sain ones at least) must have felt after Voldemort proved to be insain. Draco's story specifically inspired this.