"Uh… yes, you win."
Natasha paused for a moment, then a charming smile appeared on her face. "So… shall we find a quiet corner to talk?"
"Have you decided where you want to take me? As the loser, I won't refuse any of your requests~~"
In a secluded alley—
Dressed in a black leather catsuit, Natasha's figure was elegant and full of lethal allure.
"Oh? I haven't decided where to take you yet. I don't really know you… How about you just owe me a meal instead…"
Saitama rubbed his chin. The bet was just for fun—he had no particular interest in Natasha as the prize. After having seen the stunning beauty of Fubuki, even someone as striking as Natasha seemed ordinary.
Bang!
Before he could finish, Natasha, who had been leaning close, suddenly moved with incredible speed, flipping him over her shoulder with a force shocking for someone of her frame.
Saitama was slammed into the ground, cracks spreading through the concrete.
Her knee pressed firmly into his chest, Natasha's previous softness gone. A sly smirk appeared on her lips. "Sorry, but if you'd lost the burger contest, I wouldn't need to bother with this. Stark's friend, huh? Never seen a watch like this before."
"Barton, get up and do your part!"
Natasha called out to Barton, who was still clutching his overstuffed stomach. Their mission was simple: acquire Stark Industries' top-tier core technology.
Currently, Stark Industries was at least twenty years ahead of the rest of the world in military tech.
Unfortunately, the tactical watch Stark had given Saitama had caught their attention.
"Listen, kid—if you cooperate, I won't hurt you. I can be very gentle, so relax~~"
Half-kneeling on his chest, Natasha smiled confidently. As a former Soviet spy and now an elite S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, her body had been enhanced far beyond that of a normal human. Handling a bald, weak-looking guy like Saitama should have been easy.
But just as she was about to touch his wrist, Natasha froze.
She realized… she couldn't restrain Saitama at all!
He was like an iron wall—immovable and unyielding. The sheer force radiating from him made her feel like an ant trying to topple a mountain.
"You just tried to ambush me, didn't you… Natalia Alianovna Romanova?"
Saitama looked at her strangely, slowly standing up.
As his gaze focused, a line of information appeared above Natasha's head:
Natalia Alianovna Romanova
Hero Alias: Black Widow
Intelligence: 3 (Knowledgeable)
Strength: 3 (Human Peak – can lift twice her body weight)
Speed: 2 (Normal)
Stamina: 3 (Enhanced)
Energy Projection: 3 (Short-range energy burst)
Fighting Skills: 6 (Master of several martial arts)
Justice Value: 6
Natasha's face changed drastically. Her youthful appearance was deceiving—her true age was closer to Steve's, putting her in the "grandma" range.
Her original name from her Soviet days was known to almost no one, yet this strange bald man had spoken it so casually?
How could she not be shocked?!
"Who the hell are you? Barton! Execute Plan B!"
Natasha flipped back to create distance, while Hawkeye moved in from the side, bow drawn and arrow nocked in one fluid motion.
Whoosh!
An arrow crackling with blue electricity whizzed past Saitama's cheek, blasting a one-meter-wide hole in the wall ahead.
"This guy's fast, Natasha, be ca—"
Barton's face tightened. This time, he drew three special arrows at once—but as he prepared to fire, his pupils suddenly dilated and his voice caught in his throat.
Clinton Francis Barton
Hero Alias: Hawkeye
Intelligence: 5 (Genius)
Strength: 3 (Human Peak – can lift twice his body weight)
Speed: 3 (Above average – but not exceeding 700 mph)
Stamina: 2 (Enhanced)
Energy Projection: 2 (Energy release through contact)
Fighting Skills: 7 (Master of all combat styles)
Justice Value: 5
Saitama glanced at Barton out of the corner of his eye, and one word popped into his mind… weakling.
"Why are you running?"
Natasha's ears caught Saitama's voice right beside her. Her face went pale, and she instantly drew a custom pistol from her inner thigh holster, firing perfect headshots.
But unfortunately, Saitama easily tilted his head to avoid the bullets, then casually wrapped an arm around her waist.
And then—
He flung her.
Which led to the scene of Barton preparing his triple shot—
"Natasha—!"
Barton cried out. It was too fast. Just as he'd launched his first arrow to try and pin Saitama, Natasha was already flying toward him like a cannonball.
With no other choice, Barton threw his arms wide to catch her.
And the moment he did… he regretted it.
(End of Chapter)
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