Bang! Bang! Bang!
At the suburban firearms training range, Su Che gripped a pistol, steadily pulling the trigger at a target thirty meters away.
"Sights aligned, focus on the center," Natasha Romanoff instructed, her arms crossed as she observed.
"Steady hands… good."
"Thirteen rounds. Except for the first three that missed, the rest all hit the mark."
She watched as Su Che—still somewhat unfamiliar with reloading—ejected the magazine.
"I can tell it's your first time handling a gun. So? Does it help relieve stress?"
"It's alright. I really haven't tried this before," Su Che admitted with a slight smile.
"But why bring me here all of a sudden?"
"Because I'm a member." Natasha flashed her membership card.
"When I'm under pressure, I come here to shoot."
She took the pistol from him and smoothly reloaded it.
"Even though I'm a woman, I still enjoy this, you know?"
With a confident raise, she fired thirteen rounds in rapid succession.
Each bullet passed through the same precise hole in the distant target.
Ejecting the magazine, she turned back to Su Che with a grin.
"So? Want to join? Membership isn't expensive—half off on ammo, and you can come anytime."
She leaned in slightly. "Besides, if you sign up today, I get a little commission."
After a moment's thought, Su Che handed over his credit card.
"Alright."
Natasha smiled, taking the card before heading toward the registration office.
Once she was gone, Su Che picked up the pistol again and loaded another magazine.
What guy doesn't like guns? What guy can resist the thrill of pulling the trigger?
He'd never had the chance in his previous life—now he was making up for lost time.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After emptying the magazine, he moved on—first a rifle, then a submachine gun.
But when his eyes landed on the light machine gun with its large ammo box, they lit up.
Without hesitation, he hoisted it up and began firing at the airborne targets.
Not far off, Natasha watched him from a distance, smiled slightly, then turned and walked toward the parking lot.
In the parking lot:
Natasha entered her car, ensuring she was alone, and activated the miniature video recorder hidden inside.
She fast-forwarded to the segment where they'd passed the alley earlier.
"Sir, Andrew was unconscious for six minutes and forty-three seconds—exactly double the police response time," a voice reported over the phone.
"Under normal circumstances, he would've been cuffed and in the squad car before waking."
As she listened, Natasha reviewed the footage captured by the high-speed micro-camera concealed in the passenger-side mirror.
The video clearly showed Su Che—upon hearing the cries for help—lightly flicking his fingers.
A thumb-sized droplet of water condensed almost instantly at his fingertip and shot toward the alley at incredible speed.
"I see. Consider this a field test. Do not log it officially."
"Yes, ma'am."
Ending the call, Natasha rewound and zoomed in on the key frames.
The high-definition footage revealed the water droplet forming out of nowhere—whether created from nothing or drawn from moisture in the air, it was impossible to tell.
But one thing was clear: this was Su Che's ability—or one of them.
The fact that he'd chosen to incapacitate rather than kill the assailant—despite having the power to do so—spoke volumes.
He'd assessed the threat level instantly: a knife, not a gun; a robber, not a killer.
Then he'd acted—precisely, efficiently, mercifully.
It was the choice of a superhero.
Just like that blind lawyer in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files who fought crime by night—
You don't need to kill to make a difference.
Su Che's approach was measured, controlled… and perfectly in line with the Avenger way.