Ron stepped out of the taxi and onto the sun-kissed streets of Rome. He stretched his arms, feeling the warmth of the Italian sun on his skin.
But his relaxation was short-lived. As he gazed up at the hotel entrance, Ron saw a group of agents emerging from the shadows. They were all dressed in black tactical gear, their eyes fixed intently on Ron.
Natasha Romanoff stepped forward, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Ron, I see you're still not taking me seriously."
Ron's eyes narrowed. "What do you want, Natasha?"
Natasha gestured to the agents behind her. "I want you to come with us. We need to talk."
Ron shook his head. "I don't think so."
Without warning, the agents charged at Ron. But they were no match for his powers.
With a swift kick, Ron sent the first agent flying across the pavement. He followed up with a flurry of punches, taking down agent after agent.
Natasha watched in awe as Ron dispatched her team with ease. She had never seen anyone take down S.H.I.E.L.D. agents like that before.
When the last agent fell to the ground, Ron turned to Natasha. "I'll say it once," he warned. "If you keep pestering me, I will destroy S.H.I.E.L.D."
Natasha's eyes widened, and she took a step back. She knew that Ron was not a person to be underestimated.
Just then, Nick Fury's voice crackled over Natasha's headset. "Natasha, what's going on? I'm reading multiple agent down."
Natasha hesitated before responding. "Ron... he's not what we expected, sir."
Fury's voice exploded over the headset. "What do you mean? How many agents did we lose?"
Natasha took a deep breath. "All of them, sir."
There was a pause before Fury responded. "Get out of there, Natasha. We'll regroup and come up with a new plan."
As Natasha retreated, Ron watched her go. He knew that this was far from over.
S.H.I.E.L.D. would be back, and next time, they would come prepared.