Chapter 126: Black Widow's Disaster Day
"So, it was you who made me fall earlier?"
Black Widow wasn't too surprised when she saw George appear.
What had just happened clearly wasn't a coincidence. It was likely that George had used some ability to attack her, causing her to fail to scale the wall on her first attempt.
Being discovered wasn't a big deal. She had come here intending to talk to them, and if the conversation didn't go well, she could always resort to force.
However, the original plan was to infiltrate first, gather information about the school, and determine how many mutants were present before initiating negotiations.
"If you want to put it that way, then yes, it was me."
George nodded indifferently.
He hadn't actually attacked Black Widow; he had simply forgotten to deactivate the magical barrier, causing her to crash into it.
But since the barrier was his creation, it wasn't wrong to say he was responsible.
"So, what brings you to our school so late at night, miss?"
"What else could it be at this hour? I'm here to see the man who heartlessly left me behind."
Black Widow smiled and gave George a flirtatious glance.
George immediately feigned understanding:
"Ah, so you're here for me... I didn't realize you fell for me at first sight back at the base. Well, I suppose I can reluctantly agree."
With that, he began to take off his coat.
Black Widow raised an eyebrow:
"If you're interested, that's fine, but this outfit isn't suitable, and we're at the front gate. How about we go to your room and talk there?"
"No need for that. I'll make it suitable."
George pointed at Black Widow:
"Glamorous Transformation!"
In an instant, Black Widow's specially designed black tactical suit transformed into a black, low-cut, semi-transparent lingerie set.
"See? This outfit is perfect. Going back to the room isn't exciting enough. I prefer the front gate."
Before Black Widow could process the sudden change from combat gear to lingerie, George cast his second spell.
"Expelliarmus!"
Her Widow's Bite wrist gauntlets flew off, and she was forcefully thrown back against the wall.
"Oh, so you like leaning against the wall? That works too."
George cast his third spell.
"Incarcerous!"
Thick ropes appeared out of thin air, coiling around Black Widow like snakes and binding her tightly before hoisting her up onto a nearby tree branch.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. So, you're into this kind of play? It's a bit too kinky for me.
But if you insist, I can go along with it. Do you prefer the front or the back?"
George put away his wand and walked over to Black Widow, who was now suspended and unable to move. He admired the view of her pale, alluring figure and chuckled teasingly.
Black Widow took a deep breath, realizing the act was up. She replied calmly:
"Mr. George, you must know who I am. That was just a joke. I'm here on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D. to discuss something with you and to offer our assistance."
"If you were truly here to help, why come in such a manner? Shouldn't you have come during the day, formally?"
George crossed his arms, a hint of mockery in his expression.
Black Widow hesitated, unsure how to explain. She couldn't exactly say she was here to gather intel, and any excuse she came up with would likely be met with skepticism.
"Mr. George, my actions were indeed inappropriate, but our intentions are good. We—"
"No need to explain. Trespassing on school grounds means you'll have to take a beating as punishment. If you're still sincere afterward, we can talk."
George reached into his pocket and pulled out the massive alloy spiked club wand Tony had made for him.
Black Widow's eyes widened in fear at the sight of the club.
This was no joke. A club that size would leave even her enhanced body battered and broken.
She immediately reached for the small communication device in her ear, ready to call for the elite agents waiting outside to rescue her.
She didn't want to resort to violence if she could avoid it.
Even if George insisted on beating her, as long as he was willing to sit down and talk afterward, she could endure it. After all, she had been caught spying.
But this? This was life-threatening, and she couldn't just take it.
"Oh, my bad. Wrong one."
George stuffed the club back into his pocket and pulled out a thumb-thick alloy rod instead.
Seeing that it was just a thin rod, Black Widow decided against calling for backup.
"Go!"
George used his magnetic powers to control the rod, which began whipping Black Widow's backside relentlessly. Even a top-tier agent like her couldn't help but break a sweat from the pain.
"Alright, Mr. George, can you let me down now so we can talk?"
Black Widow gritted her teeth, enduring the pain in her backside as she glared at George.
"Since you insist on talking, let's talk."
George waved his hand, and the ropes disappeared. Black Widow's lingerie transformed back into her black tactical suit, though it was clear her backside was now significantly swollen.
Freed from the ropes, Black Widow fell from the air. She instinctively tried to adjust her posture to land gracefully, but the pain in her backside caused her to falter, nearly crashing to the ground.
"Now, explain. What exactly does S.H.I.E.L.D. want?"
Black Widow, still clutching her sore backside, explained:
"Mr. George, you must have some understanding of S.H.I.E.L.D. from your time with Miss Potts. We are an organization responsible for the safety of the entire planet, recognized by governments worldwide."
"Are you threatening me?"
George raised an eyebrow, and Black Widow quickly shook her head:
"No, no, it's not a threat. I'm just explaining our capabilities.
We can have the CIA drop the bounty on Professor X and provide the best medical care to help treat his condition.
We can also ensure that the mutant children at your school are adopted by normal families, receive proper education, and live normal lives like any other child, instead of being confined here.
You must understand that mutants are seen as highly unstable by governments. No one but us can help you achieve this."
"Sounds promising."
George's face remained expressionless.
"But there must be conditions, right?"
"The conditions are simple. First, all adopted children must be under our surveillance for their own safety.
Second, Professor X's condition is unique. There's a risk of him causing harm to ordinary people if he remains here, so we hope to transfer him to one of our specialized facilities for treatment.
Finally, S.H.I.E.L.D. sincerely invites you and Wolverine to join the Avengers Initiative!"
Black Widow continued patiently, still clutching her sore backside.
(End of Chapter)