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🕑 Added 2025-04-09 08:21:18 +0000 UTCIt was Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, a top agent from S.H.I.E.L.D., currently undercover as ‘Natalie Rushman’ in Stark Industries.
Pepper had recently hired her as an assistant after her own promotion. It wasn’t exactly fate; Natasha was here specifically to observe Stark, and this was the best way to get close.
Natasha paused, looking completely bewildered by the scene before her.
Her boss, Ms. Potts, was sobbing into the chest of the big boss, Tony Stark, who was murmuring comforting things to her, completely ignoring Natasha’s arrival.
And off to the side… was that strange kid from before, just casually eating snacks like he was watching a movie?
What… is happening? Natasha thought, utterly confused.
“Hi, can I help you?”
Lemu waved a hand at Natasha and walked over, his eyes wide and curious, looking completely harmless.
Natasha managed a polite smile. “What’s going on?” she asked quietly. “I’m looking for Ms. Potts. She asked me to bring these documents for her to sign.”
“Yeah, like you can see, some… not-so-great stuff just happened,” Lemu said casually. “I don’t think Ms. Potts will be handling any work for a bit… Let’s talk over there, give them some space.”
Lemu pointed towards the doorway and led Natasha towards Tony’s personal gym area, which included a boxing ring.
He hopped slightly, grabbing the top rope of the ring and leaning against it, swinging gently as he looked at Natasha.
She stopped a few steps away. “So, what exactly happened?”
“Just a small problem,” Lemu said, his tone unnervingly light. “Stark got poisoned. He was dying. That reactor in his chest? Pretty amazing suicide device, actually. Spreads palladium into the body, causes heavy metal poisoning. You basically die slowly while feeling… well, maybe not happy, but you die.”
Natasha frowned, looking at him strangely. The casual way he talked about death clashed sharply with his innocent-looking face. It was jarring.
“Don’t you feel sad about it?” she asked.
“Why would I feel sad?” Lemu looked genuinely puzzled. “Stark said if he died, he’d leave me some of his money. I should be happy, right?”
He leaned back further against the ropes, bouncing slightly.
“Anyway, your Ms. Potts isn’t going to be working today. Wanna spar?”
He tilted his chin towards the boxing ring, inviting her in.
Natasha’s eyes narrowed instantly. She watched him warily. Does he know something? Is he testing me?
Natasha didn’t underestimate the kid—or whatever Lemu was—standing before her. Nick Fury hadn’t given her the full file, but he’d made it clear: this one was dangerous. Handle with extreme care.
Lemu wiggled a finger, beckoning her. “Scared? Nata… sha. Romanoff.” He grinned, clearly enjoying this. “I’ve been curious. Heard you’re one of the few Avengers who gets by mostly on skill, not just fancy tech or superpowers. Should be fun to compare notes.”
He knew. He knew her real name. How? Natasha thought. Revealing her identity like this meant he knew exactly who she was—and likely wasn’t afraid of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Okay, Fury, you weren’t kidding. This kid was definitely trouble. And maybe… Lemu was trying to send Fury a message through her. Fine.
Natasha shook her head slightly, a small, wry smile playing on her lips. She placed the files she was holding onto a nearby chair, then vaulted gracefully over the ropes and onto the mat.
“Alright, let’s see what you’ve got, cutie,” she said, her voice light but her eyes sharp. “Just try not to cry when I beat you.” She settled into a ready stance, balanced and prepared for close combat.
“Likewise,” Lemu replied, using a slightly mangled version of a formal challenge phrase he’d probably picked up somewhere. He slid one foot back, bending his knees slightly, keeping his body centered. He brought his hands up, one slightly ahead of the other, palms facing inward. A classic defensive-ready posture.
He locked his eyes on Natasha, running a quick simulation in his head. Okay, she’ll probably throw a punch. I’ll block with my elbow, slip inside, jab to the chin to stun her. Then a body shot, maybe a quick headbutt. Fight over. Simple.
“Ready…” Lemu muttered.
Natasha exploded forward—not with a punch, but with a lightning-fast high kick aimed straight at his face.
Lemu scrambled backward, bending at the waist in an almost comical-looking dodge.
“Hey! That’s not how you’re supposed to start!” he complained, momentarily flustered. “Your stance was for close-in fighting!”
Natasha just smirked, spinning instantly into another powerful kick, a sweeping horizontal strike. Her legs moved like whips, fast and flexible, snapping out one after another.
Lemu found himself constantly dodging, forced onto the defensive. Okay, this isn’t working! Lost the first move!
He frowned, deciding to meet one of her kicks head-on. He braced himself, but the impact sent him flying backward against the ropes. The recoil made him bounce.
Right, forgot I’m basically feather-light, he thought ruefully. Against Natasha’s trained strength, his lack of mass was a huge disadvantage if he didn’t use his other abilities.
He’d been trying to keep it purely skill vs. skill, see how he stacked up technically. Knocking her out instantly wouldn’t be much of a learning experience.
He pushed off the ropes, landing lightly. His expression turned serious.
“Okay… playtime’s over,” he murmured, his eyes narrowing.
….
Natasha truly was one of the world’s best agents. Her hand-to-hand combat skills were peak human.
Even Lemu, with all his knowledge, found it hard to beat her using only technique—especially while holding back ninety-nine percent of his actual power.
It was like asking a person to fight a lion but saying they couldn’t use tools, traps, or their intelligence—only brute strength. Everyone knows a human with full capabilities could dominate any animal; the restrictions are just to make it seem like a fair comparison.
Lemu had countless ways to end this fight instantly.
But that wouldn’t be fair, would it? And more importantly, it wouldn’t be fun.
But now?
Fairness wasn’t getting him anywhere. The situation was about to become very one-sided.
“Okay…” Lemu repeated, a small, dangerous smile appearing on his face. “Time to get serious.”
