Natasha stared at the colossal figure standing before the ship. The being—whether it was armor, a construct, or something else entirely, towered over their ship by a very large height.
Her usual calm, unshakable demeanor faltered. The sheer scale of it was overwhelming for her. The Asgardian ship, a marvel of technology and magic, looked like a child's toy in comparison. She was a human, someone who used gyns and bombs. But this was as if he was ...
Maria, standing beside her, muttered under her breath, her voice trembling with awe and fear, "Is he… a god?"
Sif, the Asgardian warrior nearby, overheard the words. Her eyes were wide, her grip tightening on the hilt of her sword as she spoke, her voice low but heavy with reverence. "He might just be. That thing, that being in the energy construct, fought with the Allfather himself in that form and shook Asgard with their battle. He… he has become something more than what a mortal can become."
Natasha's sharp gaze flicked to Maria. "Did his file mention anything about this ability?"
Maria shook her head, her eyes still locked on the glowing giant. "No. Do you think Director Fury would've sent him on solo missions if he knew he could do… whatever this is?"
Natasha's lips twitched into a faint smirk, 'With Fury's paranoid nature, he'd have doubled down on digging into Kakashi's past, searching for every detail, every weakness.'
She glanced at Maria, who seemed to be thinking the same thing but didn't voice it. Fury wasn't the type to let down his guard against beings with such power.
"And him being able to breathe in space?" Natasha asked again.
Maria's response was quick, "We had no clue."
Natasha's smirk widened, though there was no humor in it. "Looks like Fury's about to get another one of his headaches because of this man."
The pirate ships attacking their vessel suddenly ceased fire, their weapons falling silent as if stunned by the presence of the massive figure.
Then, as if responding to an unspoken command, a sword made of the same blazing energy materialized in the giant's hands.
With a single, fluid slash of the giant sword, the construct carved through the void, the diagonal arc of energy slicing through three enemy ships like they were paper. The vessels erupted in silent explosions, their debris scattering into the vacuum of space.
The giant, Susanoo, as Natasha would later learn it was called moved with impossible speed for something so massive. Its wings spread wide, and with a single flap, it surged forward. The remaining pirate ships didn't stand a chance. One by one, they were obliterated, torn apart by the sheer power.
Natasha's breath caught in her throat as she watched, her mind struggling to process the sheer power on display. The alien space pirates, who had been so bold moments ago, were reduced to nothing more than cosmic dust in a matter of seconds.
The Asgardian ship was silent. There was only the occasional sharp intake of breath from the crew. Every pair of eyes was fixed on the spectacle outside.
Natasha couldn't tear her gaze away, her mind trying to piece together what she was witnessing. This wasn't just power, it was something beyond comprehension, something that rewrote the rules of what a person could be capable of. And yet, at the center of it all was Kakashi, a man who seemed so… ordinary in his day-to-day life.
Maria's voice broke the silence with equal parts terror and awe. "You do realize that if the Security Council finds out about what he just did… they'll want him locked up."
Natasha raised an eyebrow, "Do you think there's any prison that could hold that man?"
Maria's face paled, and she shook her head slowly. "I don't think there's anyone who could even capture him."
Natasha turned her gaze back to the viewport, her thoughts jumbled as she watched Kakashi's Susanoo dominate the battlefield. *
'Just what is he?' she wondered, her mind grappling with the enigma that was Kakashi Hatake.
He was a man who carried himself with an almost lazy nonchalance, who cracked dry jokes and seemed to read smut novels in public.
Yet here he was, wielding a power that could rival gods. She'd seen videos of powerful beings before Thor, Hulk, Abomination but this was just on another level.
And the most unsettling part? He didn't seem to revel in it.
She'd spent months observing him, trying to peel back the layers of his personality with her usual spy tactics, subtle questions, careful probing, reading his body language.
But Kakashi knew all about her tactics and did not give her even an inch. She'd seen glimpses, though moments when his guard slipped, when his eyes held a flicker of something deeper. Nostalgia, perhaps, or sadness.
A man with that kind of power shouldn't have such human emotions, should he? Yet Kakashi did, and it only made him more of a mystery.
The more she thought about it, the more she realized her usual methods weren't working. She couldn't manipulate or outsmart Kakashi into revealing who he was. He wasn't like the politicians or double agents she was used to dealing with.
He was… honest, in his own way, but guarded. If she wanted answers, she'd have to try something different. 'Maybe it's time to stop playing spy and just talk to him,' she thought.
No games, no hidden agendas just a straightforward conversation. It might be the only way to understand what drove him, what shaped him into this impossible force of nature.
Part of her wondered why he hadn't been consumed by his power. Most people with even a fraction of his abilities would be drunk on it, wielding it like a weapon to dominate others.
But Kakashi? He treated it like a tool, something to be used and then set aside. He didn't boast, didn't demand worship or fear. He just… existed, as if being able to summon a godlike construct and destroy entire space fleets was just another Tuesday. That restraint, that humanity, was what unnerved her the most.
It made him unpredictable, and Natasha as well as Fury didn't like unpredictable.
Her thoughts were interrupted as a few pirate ships broke away, their engines flaring as they attempted to flee.
The massive sword in Susanoo's hands dissolved, and in its place, a large, spinning shuriken formed.
Kakashi's voice echoed faintly through the comms, calm and almost bored. "Kamui Shuriken."
With a flick of the giant's wrist, the shuriken launched toward the escaping ships. The air around it seemed to warp, a vortex of space itself twisting and pulling. The ships were sucked into the distortion, vanishing into nothingness as if they'd never existed.
The sight sent a chill down Natasha's spine, not because of the destruction, but because of how effortless it was. Kakashi hadn't even broken a sweat.
There was still one ship left which seemed to have surrendered.
Then, as quickly as it had appeared, the Susanoo vanished. A moment later, a spiral swirled inside the ship, and Kakashi reappeared, standing casually with his hands in his pockets. He looked around at the stunned faces of the crew, then shrugged.
"Well, the way is clear. Let's continue our journey. Oh and we have some prisoners we can interrogate too."
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