Bab 104: Chapter 101
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Natasha looked at Wanda's face, her red lips curving into a smile. "I'm finally relieved, Wanda."
Although Wanda and Pietro's painful experiences had been gradually softened by their new family, including people like Leon, it didn't mean their trauma had been completely erased. The hatred buried deep within their hearts still left a thorn lodged in their souls. However, after they faced Tony, both of them seemed to have finally smoothened their souls from all of its thorns.
Natasha understood very well that whether Tony lived or died, that thorn would have been removed regardless. That's why she had come to see Tony differently. The playboy image he had projected no longer fit him. He had broken her preconceived notions of capitalists and arms dealers, the ruthless warmongers she had known.
As Wanda signaled, if Tony had begged for mercy or shown regret, she would've turned him into a puppet without hesitation, wiping out his consciousness with just a few words.
But it didn't come to that.
Facing the early morning sun, Wanda stood up straight and stretched. A wave of relaxation washed over her, and the recent happenings seemed to have transformed her spirit in a magical way. From her perspective, the world appeared more vivid and alive.
The ones responsible for the Sokovia airstrikes and the chaos that followed were a group of terrorists attempting to seize power. Those terrorists had been wiped out by U.N. peacekeeping forces long ago. And the missile, the one that haunted her and Pietro for two days, was the reason she had seen Tony as her sole enemy.
Now that everything had been resolved, she felt completely at ease. She was ready to embrace her future with Leon and her new family. Wanda still had people she cared about, and from now on, she wouldn't live for revenge.
In the distance, the sound of sirens could be heard, and there was some commotion in the streets. Something seemed to be happening. Suddenly, all three of them sensed a powerful presence moving across the rooftops of nearby buildings at an extraordinary speed.
"Whoa, seems like an interesting guy," Pietro remarked in surprise.
Wanda nodded, looking toward the source of the energy. "It appears to be someone enhanced," she said softly.
"That little guy, I met him with Leon before," Natasha mused, twirling a strand of red hair around her finger. "He's definitely enhanced, and Leon seems to admire him a lot."
"He's a good kid."
"Sister Natasha, you don't seem that old, yet here you are calling someone a 'kid,'" Wanda said with a touch of exasperation. Lately, Natasha had been acting as though she were older, talking like an elder.
"Oh, Wanda's all grown up now, here to teach her big sister," Natasha teased, stepping up to Wanda, hugging her, and planting a kiss on her cheek.
Wanda enjoyed the embrace but still rolled her eyes. Natasha always took advantage of her affectionately, using the excuse that Wanda had a nice scent. Reluctantly, Wanda "endured" Natasha's teasing, then turned the conversation to Pietro. "By the way, Pietro, what was Sergei up to? You were muttering about something earlier."
"Oh, Sergei heard rumors that a vampire faction in New York had summoned some kind of 'Blood God.' He wants to take me to check it out," Pietro replied.
The 'Blood God of the Vampire Clan' sounded formidable, and someone like Pietro, who was always up for excitement, naturally wanted to get involved.
"That sounds dull. Can't you stay here?"
"Nope. I'm meeting up with Sergei," Pietro said with a grin before waving to the two women and dashing off.
As Pietro's figure disappeared, Wanda pulled away from Natasha's embrace. "We should head back too. Leon said he's preparing a grand feast today."
"You greedy girl," Natasha teased, pinching Wanda's delicate cheek. "But I'm looking forward to it too."
At S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Triskelion headquarters, Nick Fury sat in his office, deep in thought as he reviewed the data and images on his computer screen. He was thinking about the events that took place in the recent years.
From the raid on Stryker's base a few years ago to a string of bizarre and untraceable events over the years—everything seemed to be connected. Most recently, there had been the massacre of vampires at New York's Century Building, the mysterious woman who broke into Colonel Rhodes' barracks to steal a Hummer, Tony Stark's sudden rescue from a terrorist camp, and the unexplained attack on his oceanfront villa.
All these seemingly unrelated incidents felt linked by some invisible thread, but Fury couldn't grasp what it was. Even with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s vast resources, there was no clear answer.
It felt like he was chasing a ghost—feeling its presence but never being able to track it down.
Fury had a hunch that the people who executed the raid on Stryker's base, swiftly and with precision, were connected to the group that massacred the vampires at Century Tower. The tactics were unmistakably similar.
But there was no solid evidence, no fingerprints, no footprints, no hair samples. Nothing. It was as though these people didn't exist. Even the surveillance footage from nearby streets showed no signs of tampering, yet the people were still missing.
Alien technology, maybe?
Either S.H.I.E.L.D. experts were facing technology far superior to their own, or something else was at play. Fury wasn't ruling it out.
The only lead he had was Tony, but Tony was keeping his mouth shut. And prying information out of someone like him was futile; Fury knew he might have better luck investigating it himself.
What troubled Fury the most was that this mysterious organization operated freely in New York, across the U.S., and possibly beyond, without anyone detecting them. Their purpose remained a mystery, but Fury feared it would destabilize the world.
He clicked the mouse, and a stunning image of Natasha Romanoff appeared on the screen.
"Natasha Romanoff… Are you part of this organization?" Fury's one eye narrowed, full of suspicion and depth.
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