Marvel: My Sign-in System

Damn it!

Bloody Mary's face turned pale as she watched helplessly. Abomination's pace shifted from a slow walk to a full sprint, his massive form barreling toward her with terrifying speed. Cruelty gleamed in his yellow pupils, his face twisted into a savage expression.

Mary gritted her teeth. The gravitational field she controlled—strong enough to crush an armed vehicle—had no effect on this monster. Abomination had adapted to it in a disturbingly short amount of time.

Boom!

Abomination paid no mind to Mary's mounting fear. Charging forward, he defied the crushing gravity as if it were nothing, leaving deep, dented footprints in the asphalt with every step. His monstrous fist swung toward Mary with devastating force.

Reacting instantly, Mary canceled her gravity ability and conjured a transparent spiritual shield in front of herself.

Bang!

The impact of Abomination's massive fist against the spiritual shield echoed like a cannon blast. A wave of air erupted in all directions, forcing Mary back by about a meter. Despite managing to block the blow, she didn't feel relieved.

The sheer power of that punch had pushed her shield to its breaking point. She could sense the cracks spidering through its structure—it wouldn't hold against another hit. And Abomination wasn't stopping.

With rage boiling over, Abomination saw Mary's defiance as an insult. He swung again, unleashing a terrifying punch that shattered the spiritual shield completely. The force of the blow generated a massive gust of wind that slammed into Mary before she could fully dodge.

Though she avoided a direct hit, the wind pressure shredded her jacket, leaving her in a white T-shirt. The sheer force sent her tumbling across the ground, rolling until she collided with a billboard railing.

"Hell… that power and speed," Mary muttered, leaning heavily against the railing. Pain radiated from her right shoulder, and as she touched it, she realized the bone had been crushed by the shockwave. She shuddered to think what would have happened if she'd taken the punch directly.

For all his size and bulk, Abomination possessed explosive speed and strength that defied logic. His raw physicality outmatched anything she'd faced. Her mind might be quick enough to anticipate his moves, but her body simply couldn't keep up.

Barely escaping his last attack, Mary knew she was severely injured. She couldn't win this fight—this monster was far beyond her ability to handle.

"Damn it," she muttered under her breath. She wanted to flee, her instincts screaming for survival. But she was the one Abomination had fixated on. There was no way he would let her escape so easily.

Roar~~

Abomination let out a deafening roar, a declaration of his strength, before turning and charging at Bloody Mary. He raised his massive fist, ready to strike.

Meanwhile, in the rubble of the nearby merchandise store, Peter Parker finally managed to break free. He stood up abruptly, shaking off debris, and scanned his surroundings. His eyes locked onto the scene of Abomination rushing toward Bloody Mary, fist poised to deliver a devastating blow.

In that moment of crisis, Peter instinctively extended his hands to fire his webs—but nothing happened. His abilities still wouldn't activate. Helpless, he could only watch as Abomination's fist came closer and closer to Mary.

"No!" Peter shouted, his voice trembling with anger and desperation.

High above, in the helicopter, Bruce Banner leaned against the interior for support. Ignoring Betty's protests and the conflicted gaze of General Ross, he mustered his remaining strength and leaped from the helicopter toward the ground.

But even his intervention was too late.

Boom!!

A thunderous crash erupted—not from Bruce's landing, but from Abomination's halted punch.

Bloody Mary stood frozen, her wide eyes fixed on the figure that had suddenly appeared in front of her. The air around them was thick with turbulence, whipping her black trench coat and curling her burgundy hair.

The figure was slender and tall, and what was most shocking—her left hand was raised, palm out, stopping Abomination's earth-shattering punch with ease. The ground beneath her cracked under the force, but her stance remained firm; she didn't take a single step back.

Between Abomination's massive fist and her delicate palm, a wave of energy erupted with violent intensity. The shockwave shattered nearby store windows and sent vehicles tumbling. Car alarms blared in a chaotic symphony of destruction.

It was Natasha Romanoff.

Her sudden appearance not only saved Bloody Mary but also caught the attention of many who had been watching.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters

In the control room of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s headquarters, Nick Fury stood before a massive screen, watching the scene unfold in real time through surveillance footage. For once, a rare smile crossed his usually cold, stoic face.

"Finally, Natasha Romanoff has appeared," Fury said, his voice tinged with satisfaction.

Maria Hill, standing nearby, couldn't help but notice Fury's uncharacteristic expression. It wasn't often that anyone at S.H.I.E.L.D. saw him smile—especially not with genuine happiness.

Hill understood, though. She knew exactly what Natasha's sudden appearance meant. It signified that the years Fury had spent chasing leads and unraveling mysteries surrounding the elusive entity were finally bearing fruit.

"Natasha's emergence proves it," Hill said, her gaze fixed on the screen. "That hidden organization you've been tracking… it's real."

"Yes," Fury replied, his smile lingering. "And it's more powerful than we imagined. They've been like ghosts—living among us, yet impossible to find. Until now."

Hill's attention returned to the screen, where Natasha stood in a stalemate with Abomination. The sharp contrast between her elegant, delicate appearance and the monstrous strength she displayed was mesmerizing.

"It's unimaginable," Hill murmured in disbelief. "That someone with her frame holds the power of a beast… no, something far more terrifying."

Anyone witnessing this scene would find it utterly unbelievable—an almost surreal visual contradiction.

Abomination, towering over two meters tall and weighing nearly a thousand pounds, resembled a massive beast, larger and more imposing than a brown bear. In stark contrast, Natasha, standing at just 1.8 meters with a slender frame, seemed impossibly small in comparison.

The disparity created a striking visual conflict. By all logic and instinct, Natasha's comparatively petite form should have been sent flying like a ragdoll under the force of such a blow. Yet here she stood, effortlessly halting a punch that could level buildings, defying every expectation.

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