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"According to calculations, the monster's one-arm strength exceeds two hundred tons, yet this Natasha was able to block it with one arm without taking a step back. For someone to achieve this, their strength, body, bones, muscle control, and other factors must have reached an absolutely incredible level."

"Sir, wasn't this person linked to a spy organization a few years ago?" Hill tilted her head slightly as she asked.

Fury nodded. "SHIELD received a tip about a spy nicknamed 'Black Widow' who infiltrated high-ranking officials in various countries, stealing classified documents. I sent Barton on a covert mission to track her down."

"But he missed her," Fury continued, his tone darkening. "According to the clues back then, the Black Widow defected from the spy organization, was hunted down, and then vanished without a trace. Both our agents and those from the spy organization searched extensively, but we found no leads."

"This means she was just an ordinary person at that time," Hill said, crossing her arms while pointing at the large screen with her index finger. "But now, she's gone from being a spy who evaded Barton to someone capable of blocking a force of over two hundred tons with one arm. A woman with that level of strength is far from ordinary."

"This isn't some random mutation," Hill added firmly. As a top agent, she knew the intricacies of combat and power. "To withstand and redirect such force, it's not just about raw strength—you need to have mastered the skills to use it efficiently. That kind of ability doesn't come from luck or innate talent alone. It requires years of rigorous training to harness and control such overwhelming muscle power."

Fury narrowed his eyes as Hill continued. "Natasha's transformation—from a spy to someone of this caliber in just a few years—is terrifying. If she's been trained to this level, what about the other members of the organization behind her? There's no way they're mere amateurs."

Fury understood Hill's concerns, but his thoughts went deeper. He turned his gaze to the massive screen in front of him, where Natasha's image was displayed, her face magnified to the point where every detail was striking. Her beauty was undeniable, but there was something even more captivating—and unsettling—about her expression.

"What are you hiding?" Fury murmured to himself.

As if in response, Natasha's eyes shifted, almost as though she could see through the screen itself. Her sharp, piercing gaze seemed to cut through the layers of technology and stare directly into the room. It was a look so intense, so calculated, that even seasoned agents found themselves instinctively turning away, unable to meet her eyes.

Even Fury, a man who rarely showed vulnerability, felt a flicker of discomfort under her gaze.

Fury resisted the uneasy feeling creeping up his spine, frowning as he stared at the eyes displayed on the big screen. For some reason, he couldn't shake the impression that those eyes were looking straight at him—arrogant, domineering, as if mocking or teasing him and his team.

But Fury said nothing, watching quietly.

Their silent standoff didn't last long. Abomination, now completely enraged, snapped Fury out of his thoughts.

As the mutated version of Emil Blonsky, whose personality was amplified by the serum coursing through him, Abomination embodied Blonsky's worst traits—conceit, cruelty, and an unshakable belief in his superiority. He thought himself the most powerful being alive.

And yet, a woman had just blocked his attack with a single hand.

Hatred boiled in his massive frame. His glowing eyes narrowed as he exhaled a scorching breath through his bloodied mouth, snarling like a wild beast.

"I'm going to tear you apart!"

His voice roared like a feral storm, seething with violence and shaking the very air. Abomination reared back and swung his colossal fist forward, pouring every ounce of his overwhelming strength into the blow.

But Natasha was ready. She stepped back slightly, planting her left foot firmly while her right foot swept out with blistering speed and precision, like lightning striking the earth.

Boom!

Her kick landed squarely on Abomination's chest, unleashing a massive shockwave that sent ripples through the air. The force was immense, propelling the monstrous figure backward like a cannonball.

Abomination flew thousands of meters, smashing through shopping malls, walls, and buildings in his path before finally slamming into a large apartment complex. The structure crumbled under his weight, collapsing into a pile of rubble that buried him entirely.

Natasha calmly retracted her leg, standing poised amidst the chaos. The glow of distant flames illuminated her figure, casting her in a light that was both ethereal and commanding, like a modern-day Valkyrie.

The onlookers—police officers clutching their pistols and curious bystanders drawn to the spectacle—were utterly stunned.

"Did I just see that? She kicked that monster away with one strike!"

"Incredible... What kind of power does it take to do something like that?"

"She's not just beautiful; she's terrifyingly strong. That combination... it's perfect. If I could, I'd chase after her in a heartbeat."

"Don't even think about it, man," another muttered, shaking his head. "You might have muscles, but if you tick her off, you won't survive one hit from those legs. You'd go straight to the morgue."

"Is she... a goddess?"

There was no doubt. To those watching, Natasha had conquered them—not just with her beauty, but with the staggering power she displayed against a creature as monstrous as Abomination.

The striking contrast between her charm and her raw, overwhelming strength made her allure almost otherworldly. Among the crowd, especially those devoted to fitness and strength, admiration for her became instant obsession.

The policemen were stunned but also breathed a collective sigh of relief.

The pressure of fighting the Abomination had been overwhelming. Many of their comrades had fallen in the line of duty, and the thought of continuing the battle seemed unbearable. If not for their professional ethics, some of them might have abandoned the fight entirely. At one point, the urge to flee had almost overtaken them.

Thankfully, their persistence paid off when reinforcements arrived. Although the help was far from what they had expected, none of that mattered. Survival was the only thing on their minds.

They didn't care who Natasha was—whether she was a superhero or even a supervillain. Her appearance had turned the tide of the battle and, more importantly, ensured none of them had to make the ultimate sacrifice.

As for Natasha, she seemed entirely indifferent to the comments and admiration of the bystanders. She didn't even glance at the rubble where she had kicked Abomination away. Instead, her sharp gaze shifted to something—or someone—on the other side.

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