Chapter 125: Black Widow’s Day of Disaster

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"So, it was you who threw me out just now?"

Black Widow wasn't particularly surprised when George appeared.

What had just happened was obviously no coincidence. It was likely George had used some kind of ability to stop her from climbing over the wall the first time.

Being discovered wasn't a big deal. Her plan had been to negotiate with him anyway. If negotiations failed, resorting to force would still be an option.

Originally, though, she had intended to sneak in first to gather intelligence—specifically, how many mutants were at the school—before initiating talks.

"If you put it that way, I suppose I am responsible," George replied nonchalantly, nodding.

He hadn't actually attacked Black Widow. The incident was simply because he had forgotten to deactivate the warding barrier he had set up. Black Widow had inadvertently run into it.

Still, since he had created the barrier, he figured it was fair to say he was responsible.

"So, what brings a beautiful woman like you to our school so late at night?"

"What could I possibly want at this hour? Naturally, I came to find the heartless man who abandoned me back then," Black Widow teased, throwing George a flirtatious glance.

George immediately put on a knowing expression.

"So that's it. You fell in love with me at first sight back at the base, didn't you? Fine, since you insist, I'll reluctantly accept your feelings."

With that, he began taking off his coat.

Black Widow raised an eyebrow at his actions.

"If that's what you want, it's not impossible. But this outfit doesn't seem suitable for the occasion, and we're still at the front gate. How about we move to your room and take our time to... discuss things?"

"No need for that; I can make it suitable right here."

George raised his hand, pointing at Black Widow.

"Magnificent Transformation!"

In an instant, Black Widow's specially designed black tactical suit morphed into a revealing black, low-cut, semi-transparent lingerie set.

"See? Isn't this much more appropriate? Moving to a room would be boring. I prefer it right here at the gate."

Before Black Widow could react to her sudden change of attire, George cast another spell.

"Expelliarmus!"

Her Widow's Bite wrist weapons flew off her arms, and she was thrown back by an invisible force, slamming into the wall behind her.

"Oh, I see. You like being pinned against walls? That could work too," George said with mock admiration as he cast a third spell.

"Binding Spell!"

Thick ropes materialized out of thin air, slithering like snakes to wrap tightly around Black Widow. The ropes secured her in a hogtie position and hoisted her up, leaving her dangling from a tree branch near the wall.

"Tsk, tsk. I didn't realize you were into this kind of play. It's a bit extreme for me, but if that's what you want, I can accommodate. So, do you prefer being tied up a little higher or lower?"

George walked over, arms crossed, inspecting the bound and immobilized Black Widow with a teasing smile. His gaze lingered on her pale, alluring figure as he spoke with playful mockery.

Taking a deep breath, Black Widow realized there was no way to maintain her facade any longer. With a calm voice, she replied, "Mr. George, you should already know my identity. What just happened was a joke. I'm here as a representative of S.H.I.E.L.D. to discuss some matters with you and to offer our assistance."

"If you're genuinely here to help, why sneak in like this? Wouldn't it have been more appropriate to visit openly during the day?"

George's expression turned cold as he clasped his hands behind his back, a hint of mockery on his face.

Black Widow hesitated, struggling to find an explanation. She couldn't very well admit she was scouting their base first. Any excuse she came up with would likely be seen as a lie.

"Mr. George, I admit my actions were inappropriate, but our intentions are sincere. We're here to—"

"No need for explanations," George interrupted. "You trespassed on school grounds. First, you'll take a beating as punishment. If you still want to talk after that, we can continue the discussion."

George reached into his pocket and pulled out the enormous alloy spiked club wand he had asked Tony to create.

The sight of the massive weapon made Black Widow involuntarily shudder.

Was he joking? If that thing hit her, even with her enhanced body, she wouldn't stand a chance.

She instinctively moved to activate the miniature communication device in her ear, preparing to summon the elite agents waiting outside to rescue her.

As much as she wanted to avoid a physical confrontation, she had her limits. If George needed to vent his anger by beating her up and was willing to talk afterward, she would endure it. After all, she had been caught spying.

But if he intended to kill her, she couldn't just stand by and let it happen.

"Oh, sorry, wrong one," George said casually, putting the spiked club back and pulling out a much thinner alloy rod, about the width of a thumb.

Seeing the comparatively harmless rod, Black Widow hesitated and decided against calling for backup.

"Go!"

George used his magnetic abilities to control the rod, sending it whipping toward Black Widow's suspended form. The rod repeatedly struck her raised rear, each blow stinging so much that sweat began to bead on her forehead.

Even a top-tier agent like Black Widow found it hard to endure.

"Alright, Mr. George, can we talk now?" Black Widow gritted her teeth, enduring the pain in her posterior as she glared at him.

"If you're so eager, let's talk," George replied. With a wave of his hand, the ropes binding her disappeared, and her lingerie reverted to its original black combat suit—albeit with an obvious swelling around the area she had been struck.

Freed from her restraints, Black Widow fell from mid-air. She instinctively tried to adjust her posture to land gracefully but winced as the pain in her rear disrupted her movements, nearly causing her to stumble.

"So, what does S.H.I.E.L.D. want with us?" George asked, his tone neutral.

Black Widow, still rubbing her sore backside, began explaining:

"Mr. George, you've probably heard about S.H.I.E.L.D. from your time with Miss Potts. We're an organization recognized by governments worldwide, responsible for maintaining global security."

"Are you threatening me?" George raised an eyebrow.

Black Widow immediately shook her head.

"You misunderstand. It's not a threat—it's simply to let you understand our capabilities.

We can convince the CIA to drop their pursuit of Professor X and arrange for the best medical professionals to treat his condition.

We can also ensure that the mutant children at your school are placed with loving, normal families where they'll receive proper education and live lives as ordinary children, free from confinement here.

You must know that to most governments, mutants are seen as an inherently unstable factor. Apart from us, no one else could offer this level of support."

"That does sound appealing," George said, his face betraying no emotion.

"But I'm guessing there are conditions?"

"The conditions are simple," Black Widow said, carefully choosing her words.

"First, all adopted children must be monitored for their own safety.

Second, Professor X's condition poses a unique risk. Keeping him at the school could endanger innocent civilians. We'd prefer to transfer him to a specialized facility for treatment.

Finally, S.H.I.E.L.D. sincerely invites you and Wolverine to join the Avengers Initiative."

Black Widow patiently explained, still wincing as she tried to soothe her sore rear.

(End of Chapter)