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Natasha pulled open the door of the sleek black Lamborghini and slid into the driver's seat with practiced ease. The interior smelled faintly of leather and something sharper—almost metallic, almost… alive. For a brief second, she paused, her instincts prickling, but she suppressed it. She had driven countless high-end vehicles before. This was no different.
Or at least, that's what she told herself.
She started the engine. The low growl of the machine responded instantly, smooth and powerful, like a restrained beast eager to run. Without hesitation, she pressed the accelerator and the car surged forward onto the road, slicing through the evening traffic.
"Really is a good car," Natasha murmured to herself, her fingers lightly tapping the steering wheel. There was something satisfying about the responsiveness, the precision—almost as if the car understood her intent before she even acted.
"Can satisfy you, is my being honored."
The voice came from nowhere.
Natasha's pupils shrank instantly.
Her hands tightened on the wheel as her entire body shifted into alert mode. Without wasting a second, she slammed the brakes. The tires screeched violently against the asphalt as the Lamborghini skidded to a sharp stop at the roadside.
Her right hand moved faster than thought—she drew her pistol and aimed forward.
"Who is up to mischief?" she demanded coldly, her eyes scanning every inch of the interior.
"Natasha, hello."
Her heart skipped—not from fear, but from recognition of danger.
"Actually, who are you?" she asked, her voice calm but edged with steel.
"Who am I?" the voice replied lightly. "I am this car."
Natasha's eyes narrowed.
"Cracking a joke?" she said coldly. "You're controlling this car remotely."
A brief pause.
"Why does no one believe honesty?"
Natasha didn't respond immediately. Instead, she subtly tried to open the door.
Locked.
Not just locked—sealed.
Her grip on the gun tightened.
"Your brain has problems, I might believe," she said flatly. "But saying you are a car? What exactly is your goal?"
"Actually, I want to play a car shake with you."
There was no hesitation in her response.
"Only feared that you do not have that skill," Natasha replied with a cold smile, though her eyes remained sharp and calculating.
"Was looked down upon," the voice chuckled. "Actually, I want to ask you something. In Monaco… it was you who fired two shots at me."
Natasha froze.
Just for a fraction of a second—but enough.
"You…" Her voice dropped. "You are Wu Yang."
"Correct," Wu Yang replied casually. "At that time, I made a decision. Anyone who fires at me… I return the favor with artillery."
Natasha's fist tightened, the veins in her wrist faintly visible.
"So," she said slowly, "you disappeared for more than half a year… preparing something?"
"Plot?" Wu Yang laughed lightly. "I don't need that. Where fists solve problems, why waste time thinking?"
Then his tone shifted slightly.
"Also… don't bother trying to send signals. This car blocks everything. S.H.I.E.L.D. cannot hear you."
Natasha's expression didn't change, but inwardly she adjusted her approach.
"Then what do you want?" she asked calmly.
"Didn't I say? Either artillery… or car shake. You choose."
Her lips curved into a faint smile.
"Wu Yang… you really are Earth's greatest villain," she said. "Your taste is… heavy."
The Lamborghini suddenly accelerated.
Without warning.
The force pushed Natasha slightly back into her seat as the car shot forward like a missile.
She didn't panic.
Instead, she adjusted her breathing, analyzing.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked evenly.
"An empty place," Wu Yang replied. "Somewhere quiet. Conversations are boring. Actions are better."
Natasha tilted her head slightly, her tone almost amused.
"I want to see," she said, "how fierce the so-called public enemy of humanity really is."
"You won't be disappointed."
A brief silence passed.
Then—
"Right," Wu Yang added casually. "You're here looking for Banner, correct?"
Natasha's eyes flickered—just for an instant.
"How do you know?"
"There's nothing I don't know," Wu Yang replied. "Banner… turns into a green giant. Interesting, isn't it?"
Natasha exhaled softly.
"Seems nothing can be hidden from you," she admitted. "Yes. I'm looking for him."
"Ah—"
She suddenly let out a sharp, low gasp.
Her body tensed.
"What did you do?" she snapped.
Wu Yang's voice turned playful.
"Confirmed something."
"What?"
"Your butt… feels exactly as expected. Firm, elastic… perfect."
For a moment—
Silence.
Then Natasha nodded slowly.
"Now I understand why so many people want to kill you," she said calmly. "Because I want to kill you right now."
"Didn't you already?" Wu Yang replied lazily.
"That was an order," she said. "This is personal."
"Ah… emotions," Wu Yang sighed. "Not very agent-like."
Natasha smiled faintly.
"Then maybe," she said, "you're just very good at being unbearable."
Behind them, engines roared.
Several vehicles were closing in fast.
"Stop the car!" someone shouted from behind.
Wu Yang laughed softly.
"Do you know why I was driving slowly?" he asked.
Natasha glanced at the rearview mirror.
"You wanted them to catch up," she said. "You want to kill them."
"Correct," Wu Yang said. "To vent your anger."
Natasha raised an eyebrow.
"Vent my anger?"
"They failed to stop you from getting into my car," Wu Yang said shamelessly. "Their fault."
For the first time—
Natasha was speechless.
"…Your logic is impressive," she said finally. "No wonder you're so dangerous."
One of the pursuing cars pulled up alongside them.
"Stop!" the driver shouted.
Natasha's hand moved slightly—then she gestured.
The car beside them swerved and slammed toward the Lamborghini.
Bang!
The impact echoed sharply—
But Wu Yang's car didn't even budge.
It was like hitting a wall.
"Can't you use more strength?" Wu Yang mocked. "That tickled."
Then—
He moved.
The Lamborghini suddenly rammed sideways.
With terrifying force.
The other vehicle was thrown into the air, flipping violently before crashing onto the road.
Three seconds later—
Explosion.
Boom!
Flames erupted, lighting up the street.
Gunfire followed immediately.
Bullets rained down on the Lamborghini.
But—
Not a single mark appeared.
The metal surface remained flawless.
Wu Yang accelerated again.
The speed climbed instantly, the engine roaring like a beast unleashed.
After gaining distance, he drifted sharply—the car spinning with perfect control before facing the remaining vehicles.
Then—
He charged straight at them.
Natasha's eyes narrowed.
"Trying to kill me too?" she asked calmly.
"You'll be fine," Wu Yang replied.
The distance closed rapidly.
Too fast.
Too close.
Then—
Bang!!!
The front of the Lamborghini slammed into the incoming car.
The world seemed to shake.
For a brief moment—
Everything was noise, light, and impact.
And right in the center of it—
Wu Yang laughed.