Treatment

Daisy knew she would ask this, she casually picked up the apple and took a bite, "Don't worry, I'm not. Director Fury knows about my ability, so does Dr. Pym. You're the third person to know."

She automatically ignored James Wesley and her maid.

Agent Hill nodded slightly, "So what's your superpower? Teleportation?"

Daisy felt that her ability had been developed quite well, but nobody knew about it. She had been keeping it a secret, but now she decided to reveal it to Hill. She took her to the gym and gestured for her to be cautious. Then, in front of Hill's eyes, she teleported behind her, placed a finger on Hill's shoulder, and then teleported back in front of her, repeating the sequence three times.

"How's that? Impressive, right?" She stood with her hands on her hips, smiling happily. Her Marvel version of the Flying Thunder God Technique had taken a lot of effort. It could cause vibrations in the strings directly within a small range, bypassing calculations. It felt a bit like an advanced mage's spellcasting without chanting. However, she couldn't teleport more than six times in a small range. Frequent vibrations in the strings could lead to unpredictable consequences.

"It looks really impressive, to able to catch enemies off guard. Is that your ability?" Hill asked curiously.

"Of course not." Daisy stomped the ground lightly, causing the floor to tremble slightly.

Hill's expression changed slightly as she immediately figured out what Daisy meant. Her gaze started to shift away, and she asked softly, "So your method of treating scars was your superpower, right?"

"Yes." Daisy admitted openly. She had already revealed her ability, so there was no need to hide this minor detail.

Then, Daisy saw Hill let out a long breath, as if she had relieved herself of some burden.

Sharing secrets always brought people closer, and Hill felt a sense of joy even though she wasn't the first to know.

The two of them returned to the living room.

"No wonder I felt so intense back then... I knew I wasn't that sensitive!" Daisy had half a piece of cake in her mouth, and she almost choked on it. She couldn't figure out how this lady suddenly turned the conversation to such a topic. Was it appropriate to discuss this on Christmas Eve?

Hill showed her through actions that, yes, it was appropriate! She used a self-deprecating tone to describe her own experience, which made her laugh.

Daisy could only chuckle awkwardly a couple of times, sighing at the gender inequality between men and women.

Discussing such a topic among women was burden-free, but if two men were to talk about it, it'd be pure bromance!

"I wasn't the problem, so I'm relieved. Can you help me get rid of the scar on my leg tonight?"

Hill said it with great determination, but thinking of the embarrassing scene, she felt a bit uncomfortable.

Daisy nodded in agreement. Seeing that Hill was still a bit hesitant, she pulled the curtains shut.

Outside the window on Christmas Eve, there were stars scattered across the sky. Children occasionally ran past the house singing Christmas carols, and employees hired by various businesses dressed as Santa Claus were handing out small gifts to passersby.

With the curtains drawn, the room seemed to be isolated from the world all of a sudden. Daisy didn't know where the maid bought these curtains; they had an astonishing shading effect and seemed to provide a bit of soundproofing.

"Um, should I open them again?" she asked in a strange tone.

"Let's leave them like this." The agent's confidence wavered a bit, her heart pounding continuously. Thinking of that embarrassing scene, her muscles trembled slightly.

Extremely sensitive to vibrations, Daisy looked at her curiously. She had been so confident a moment ago, and now why was she trembling?

Hill unfastened her belt and took off her jeans.

Foreigners don't have the miraculous invention of thermal underwear. Indoors are around twenty degrees Celsius all year round. For example, Nick Fury wearing a leather jacket all year is clear evidence of that. People mostly drive outdoors, and even in winter, some women wear skirts under their coats.

At this moment, Hill was left with her inner underwear after taking off her outer pants. It wasn't a sexy or childish style, just plain black panties.

The scar was on the outer side of her thigh, resembling a gunshot wound. The bullet grazed her thigh, leaving a dark mark on her skin, even though it had already healed.

The first time they had removed scars was in the bathroom. The second time, Hill had faced away from her. In their current position, if Hill turned away, Daisy wouldn't see anything, so they had to treat the scar face to face.

Daisy washed her hands and wiped them clean. With Hill's signal, she extended her right hand.

"Wait!" Hill suddenly stopped her. "I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back..."

"How about I stuff a towel in your mouth?" Daisy scratched her head and made a suggestion.

Hill glared at her in annoyance. She wasn't trying to remove a bullet. Why in the world would she stuff a towel in her mouth?

"If you can't hold back, just let it out. We're friends, it's okay!" Daisy said, not entirely convinced herself.

Hill could only try to convince herself. They were both women, and this was a normal phenomenon! It's okay, it's okay!

She closed her eyes and bit her lip, resembling a martyr waiting for the enemy's torture.

Making me feel like the bad guy here! Daisy inwardly sighed.

After practicing with Dr.Pym for a month, Daisy's control over her power had become more refined. She had reduced the vibration frequency to the point where it could only shatter necrotic cells. On one hand, this reduced energy consumption, and on the other, it prevented any awkward situations with Hill.

Daisy placed her finger on Hill's thigh and began vibrating at a very slow frequency.

Hill, who had prepared herself mentally, let out a sigh of relief. Despite her claims of not caring, who wouldn't feel embarrassed in such a situation?

Now this speed is... not good!

Too slow! In the first minute, Hill felt quite comfortable, and thought she wouldn't embarrass herself. It felt a bit like a massage chair, all soothing and tingly. But after a minute, she didn't feel the same.

Daisy's vibrations reached the cellular level, and some residual vibrations stayed within the body.

These vibrations traveled through the nervous system, tapping on her heart one beat at a time.

Hill was a normal woman after all, and she felt like she was left hanging with no resolution. She could reach a high point, but the speed was too slow, lacking the passion to elevate any further.

Her face turned slightly red, and her eyes fixed on the ceiling. She tried to divert her attention.

Daisy didn't know about Hill's difficult endurance, thinking she had found the right treatment method.

Occasionally, she'd ask a couple of questions like she was showing off, "Is it comfortable? Is the strength enough?"

Hill could only respond with vague murmurs. She felt like a volcano ready to erupt, but the internal energy wasn't sufficient. She surrendered to various moral considerations and had to suppress her chaotic thoughts, enduring it quite painfully.

By the sixth minute, she felt like she was going crazy. She had to talk to Daisy to distract herself, "Uh, why is it so slow this time? The first two times were much faster."

Proudly bringing up her ingenious idea, Daisy's eyes sparkled, "In fact, to shatter necrotic cells, you don't need a very high frequency. I've derived a frequency vibration formula based on body mass..."

Seeing that she was about to launch into a lecture about her formula, Hill had had enough. She was like a super volcano, ready to erupt, "Faster."

"What?"

"I said, vibrate faster!"