Chapter 89

Natasha grunted as Man-Killer's powerful grip pinned her to the ground. The larger woman's snarling face loomed over her, a twisted smile on her lips.

"What's the matter, Widow?" Man-Killer taunted. "Not so deadly when you're pinned down, are you?"

Natasha struggled against the vice-like hold, her mind racing to find an opening. But before she could act, the door burst open and Brock Rumlow strode in, dragging a restrained Alexander Pierce behind him.

"Time to go, Katrina," Rumlow barked. "We've got a getaway to make."

Natasha's eyes widened as she realized their opportunity to capture Pierce was slipping away. She glanced over to see Fury emerging from cover, his gun trained on Rumlow.

"Not so fast," Fury growled.

But Rumlow was quicker, opening fire on the director. Fury ducked back behind the desk, bullets ricocheting around him. Natasha's heart pounded as she watched the chaos unfold, desperate to break free of Man-Killer's grasp.

In the midst of the commotion, she spotted Melinda May and Phil Coulson rushing in to aid Fury. Seizing the moment, Natasha called out to them.

"Let me handle her!" she yelled, nodding towards Man-Killer. "Go after Pierce!"

May and Coulson exchanged a brief glance, then turned and raced after Rumlow and his captive. Natasha refocused her attention on the woman pinning her down, determination burning in her eyes.

"Looks like your friends abandoned you," Man-Killer sneered. "Guess it's just you and me, Widow."

Natasha gritted her teeth as Man-Killer's massive frame pinned her to the ground. She couldn't afford to be caught in this vulnerable position. Thinking quickly, she activated the Taser Disks concealed in her bracelets, sending a powerful jolt of electricity through the larger woman's body.

Man-Killer howled in pain, her grip loosening just enough for Natasha to slip free. She rolled away, quickly regaining her footing as Katrina Van Horn staggered back, electricity crackling over her suit.

"Nice trick, Widow," the villainess growled, her eyes narrowing. "But it's going to take more than that to put me down."

Natasha tensed, her mind racing as she assessed her options. Man-Killer's strength and durability were clearly enhanced, far beyond a normal human's capabilities. She would need to rely on her speed and agility to gain the upper hand.

The two women circled each other, sizing each other up. Natasha waited for an opening, ready to strike. Man-Killer suddenly lunged forward, her massive fist swinging in a powerful arc. Natasha darted to the side, narrowly avoiding the blow, then lashed out with a series of rapid strikes.

Her attacks landed, but Katrina barely seemed to feel them. The woman was like an unstoppable juggernaut, shrugging off Natasha's blows as if they were nothing. Natasha danced away, trying to create some distance, but Man-Killer pursued her relentlessly.

"What's the matter, Widow?" Katrina taunted, her voice dripping with contempt. "Can't handle a little competition?"

Natasha gritted her teeth, her mind racing. She needed to find a way to neutralize this formidable opponent, but her usual tactics weren't having the desired effect. As Man-Killer charged her again, Natasha realized she would have to resort to more unorthodox methods.

Ducking under Katrina's outstretched arm, Natasha launched herself upwards, using the woman's own momentum to gain leverage. She wrapped her legs around Katrina's neck, twisting her body to throw the larger woman off balance.

Man-Killer stumbled, momentarily disoriented, and Natasha seized the opportunity. She unleashed a barrage of strikes, targeting pressure points and vulnerable areas. But even as Katrina staggered, she refused to go down, her sheer determination and resilience proving to be a formidable obstacle.

Natasha's muscles burned with the strain of maintaining her hold, and she knew she couldn't keep this up forever. She needed to find a way to end this fight quickly, before her own strength gave out. As Man-Killer thrashed and clawed at her, Natasha's mind raced, searching for a solution.

Natasha felt Man-Killer's muscles tense beneath her, and suddenly the larger woman surged forward, breaking free of her hold. Natasha tumbled to the ground, quickly rolling to her feet as Man-Killer turned to face her, a sneer twisting her scarred features.

"Is that all you've got, Widow?" Man-Killer taunted, cracking her knuckles. "I expected more from the infamous Black Widow. You're weaker than I thought."

Natasha's lips curled into a smirk, her eyes glinting with determination. "Oh, I'm just getting started," she replied coolly.

In one fluid motion, Natasha reached for her waist, producing a sleek, high-tech belt. Man-Killer's eyes widened in recognition as Natasha fastened the Desire Driver around her waist.

"What the-" Man-Killer started, but Natasha was already in motion.

She pulled out a small device - the Ninja Raise Buckle - and slotted it into the Driver.

[SET]

A surge of energy pulsed through her body as she called out, "Henshin!"

The air around Natasha shimmered and distorted. Holographic projections of ninja weapons swirled around her, coalescing into a suit of armor. The transformation started at her feet, sleek black material materializing and creeping up her legs. Armor plates locked into place over her shins and thighs, gleaming with a subtle green sheen.

The transformation continued upwards, the suit forming around her torso. A silver chest plate materialized, emblazoned with an intricate ninja star design. Green accents highlighted the contours of her armor, pulsing with energy.

Natasha's arms were encased in the same black material, with armored gauntlets forming over her forearms. As the transformation neared completion, her head was enveloped in a helmet. The faceplate slid into place, revealing large, bug-like eyes that glowed with an eerie red light.

A final surge of energy rippled through the suit, and Natasha stood transformed into Kamen Rider Fatale. She flexed her fingers, feeling the power of the suit coursing through her.

[NINJA, READY, FIGHT]

Man-Killer took a step back, her confident sneer replaced by a look of uncertainty. "What are you?" she demanded.

Fatale's voice, now carrying a slight metallic edge, rang out clear and determined. "I am Kamen Rider Fatale," she declared. "And now, the real fight begins."

...

Natasha Romanoff, now transformed into Kamen Rider Fatale, gripped the hilts of her Ninja Dueler, the twin blades gleaming with a razor-sharp edge.

[NINJA DUELER] The announcement rang out as she summoned the powerful weapon.

Fatale's intense green eyes narrowed, sizing up her opponent, the towering figure of Man-Killer. The villainess sneered, her scarred face twisted with contempt. "So, the Black Widow thinks she can match my strength?" she growled, clenching her massive fists.

Without warning, Man-Killer charged, her heavy footsteps shaking the ground. Fatale remained poised, her body coiled like a spring. As Man-Killer's fist came hurtling towards her, Fatale vanished in a burst of speed, reappearing behind the stunned villainess.

"Too slow," Fatale taunted, slashing with her Ninja Dueler. The blades cut through the air, leaving glowing energy trails in their wake. Man-Killer grunted in pain as the strikes landed, but she quickly recovered, whirling around to face her nimble opponent.

Fatale danced around Man-Killer's powerful blows, her agility and reflexes allowing her to evade the crushing attacks. She struck with precision, aiming for vulnerable points, but her blades seemed to barely faze the towering woman.

"Is that all you've got, little spider?" Man-Killer jeered, her voice dripping with disdain. She lunged forward, her massive hand closing around Fatale's throat. Fatale gasped, struggling against the vice-like grip, her feet dangling off the ground.

Summoning her strength, Fatale plunged one of the Ninja Dueler's blades into Man-Killer's arm. The villainess howled in pain, releasing her hold. Fatale landed gracefully, her breathing ragged.

"You'll pay for that," Man-Killer snarled, clutching her wounded arm. She charged again, her movements surprisingly agile for her size. Fatale braced herself, her twin blades at the ready.

The two women clashed in a flurry of strikes and counterattacks, their battle echoing through the dimly lit chamber. Fatale's speed and agility allowed her to land several blows, but Man-Killer's sheer strength and durability proved to be a formidable challenge.

Fatale gripped the Ninja Dueler tightly, her fingers wrapping around the dual hilts. With a decisive flick of her wrists, the blades split and extended, transforming the weapon into its Twin Blade mode.

[TWIN BLADE] the announcement echoed, signaling the change.

Fatale wasted no time, launching a flurry of precise strikes at Man-Killer. The blades sliced through the air, leaving glowing green trails in their wake. Each strike landed with a resounding impact, slowly chipping away at the villainess' formidable defenses.

Man-Killer grunted with each blow, her massive frame staggering under the onslaught. Fatale's movements were a blur, her agility and coordination allowing her to land hit after hit. The sound of metal clashing against reinforced flesh reverberated through the chamber.

Gritting her teeth, Man-Killer tried to counter, swinging her massive fists in a desperate attempt to land a devastating blow. But Fatale's speed proved too much, as she deftly evaded the attacks, darting around her opponent with grace and precision.

Sensing an opening, Fatale unleashed a series of powerful slashes, her blades cutting deep into Man-Killer's skin. The villainess howled in pain, her strength beginning to wane. She staggered backwards, her breathing labored.

"Impossible," Man-Killer growled, her eyes filled with a mix of disbelief and rage. "No one has ever pushed me this far."

Fatale remained poised, her Ninja Dueler at the ready. "Then you've never faced a true Kamen Rider before," she declared, her voice laced with unwavering determination.

Summoning the last of her strength, Man-Killer charged forward, her fists raised high. Fatale met the attack head-on, her blades a blur as she struck with lightning-fast precision.

Fatale spun the Ninja Dueler's Shuriken Rounder once, the announcement [ROUND 1] echoing through the chamber.

Channeling her focus, Fatale prepared to unleash her finisher. Electricity crackled along the blades as she swung the Ninja Dueler in a powerful, sweeping arc. A massive, glowing green shockwave erupted from the weapon, surging towards the charging Man-Killer.

[TACTICAL SLASH]

The villainess was caught in the center of the attack, the energy slamming into her with tremendous force. Man-Killer's eyes went wide as the shockwave enveloped her, the power of the strike lifting her off her feet and sending her hurtling backwards.

With a thunderous crash, Man-Killer's massive frame slammed into the wall, crumpling to the ground in a motionless heap. Fatale watched, her breath ragged, as the villainess lay unconscious, defeated by the power of her finisher.

Fatale retracted the Ninja Dueler's blades, the weapon folding back into its compact form. She surveyed the scene, her heart still pounding from the intensity of the battle. A small sense of relief washed over her, knowing that the threat of Man-Killer had been neutralized, at least for the moment.

Fatale looked outside the window and saw one of the Helicarriers blow up. Plumes of smoke billowed into the sky, and the massive vessel began to tilt precariously. She tightened her grip on the Ninja Dueler, her brow furrowed with concern.

Quickly, Fatale activated the communication link in her suit, calling out to Maria Hill. "Hill, what's the status? I just saw one of the Helicarriers go down."

Hill's voice crackled through the earpiece, the sounds of chaos echoing in the background. "Jin and Horobi have done their part. They managed to plant the explosives and take down their target." She paused, her tone grave. "Geats has already secured control over one of the Helicarriers, but the last one is still in Hydra's hands."

Fatale's eyes narrowed, her mind racing. "And what about Captain America? Where is he?"

"Rogers is still on the remaining Helicarrier, fighting the Winter Soldier," Hill reported. "We need to get him off that thing before it's too late."

Fatale clenched her jaw, her grip tightening on the Ninja Dueler. "I'm on my way."

Without hesitation, Fatale leapt out the window, her agile form soaring through the air. She activated the grappling hooks embedded in her suit, propelling herself towards the towering Helicarrier. As she neared the massive vessel, Fatale could see the intense battle raging on its surface.

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