Chapter 125: Black Widow's Day of Disaster

"So, you're the one responsible for me getting thrown back earlier?"

Natasha Romanoff, aka Black Widow, wasn't surprised when George appeared.

What had happened earlier wasn't a coincidence. It was likely George had used some kind of ability against her, stopping her from scaling the wall on her first attempt.

Being discovered wasn't a big deal. Her plan was always to negotiate first and resort to force only if the talks failed. However, she had hoped to first sneak in and assess the school's defenses—how many mutants were present—before starting any negotiations.

"If you say so, then sure, I'm responsible," George replied casually.

In truth, he hadn't actively attacked Natasha. She had simply run into the enchantment barrier he had forgotten to deactivate. But since the barrier was his creation, claiming responsibility wasn't entirely wrong.

"So, what brings a beautiful lady like you to our school so late at night?" George asked with a faint smirk.

"What else? I'm here to find you, the heartless man who left me behind," Natasha quipped, flashing him a flirtatious smile.

"Oh, I get it now. You're here because you fell for me back at the base. Couldn't resist, huh? Fine, I'll graciously accept your feelings," George teased, shrugging off his coat.

Natasha raised an eyebrow at his antics.

"If that's what you want, I don't mind. But this outfit isn't exactly suitable, and we're at the front gate. How about we go to your room and take it slow?"

"No need for all that. I'll make it suitable," George said, pointing a finger at her.

"Glamorous Transformation!"

In an instant, Natasha's tactical black combat suit turned into a skimpy, low-cut, semi-transparent lingerie set.

"See? Isn't this better? And no need for the bedroom—I prefer the excitement of the front gate," George remarked with a mischievous grin.

Before Natasha could process what had just happened, George cast another spell.

"Expelliarmus!"

Her Widow's Bite wrist gauntlets flew off, and a powerful force sent her crashing into the school's wall.

"Oh, so you like it rough against the wall? Not bad," George said, casting a third spell with a smirk.
"Binding Rope!"

Thick ropes materialized out of thin air, coiling around Natasha like snakes. In seconds, she was tied up in an intricate pattern and hung from a tree branch by the wall.

"Well, well. I didn't know you were into this kind of thing. It's a bit kinky for my taste, but if that's your preference, who am I to judge?" George mused, walking over to admire his handiwork.

Natasha took a deep breath, realizing the facade wouldn't work anymore. Adopting a calm tone, she replied, "Mr. George, I believe you know my identity. I was just joking earlier. I'm here as a representative of S.H.I.E.L.D. to discuss a partnership and offer our assistance."

"If you're genuinely here to help, why sneak in? Shouldn't you have come during the day and announced yourself properly?" George asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Natasha hesitated, unable to come up with a convincing excuse. She couldn't very well admit she'd been scouting. Any fabricated explanation would only invite more suspicion.

"Mr. George, I admit my actions were inappropriate, but our intentions are sincere. We…"

"No need for explanations," George interrupted. "You trespassed on school grounds. First, you'll face punishment. If you're still sincere afterward, we'll talk."

Reaching into his pocket, George pulled out an ENORMOUS alloy spiked mace—one he'd commissioned from Tony Stark.

Natasha's eyes widened in shock, and she instinctively flinched. There was no way her enhanced body could withstand a beating from something like that.

She moved to activate her earpiece and summon the elite S.H.I.E.L.D. agents waiting outside. A violent confrontation wasn't her first choice, but if her life was on the line, she'd call for backup.

"Oh, my bad—wrong one," George said suddenly, stowing the mace and pulling out a slim alloy rod about the width of a thumb.

Relieved that the weapon was less intimidating, Natasha decided against summoning reinforcements.

"Let's begin," George said, manipulating the rod with magnetic force. It flew through the air and struck Natasha's rear repeatedly, each blow landing with precision.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

Even someone as seasoned as Black Widow began to sweat from the sharp pain.

"All right, Mr. George," Natasha said through gritted teeth, glaring at him. "Can we talk now?"

"Since you insist, let's talk," George said, waving his hand. The ropes binding Natasha vanished, and her lingerie transformed back into her black combat suit—though her swollen backside was clearly visible.

No longer restrained, Natasha fell to the ground. She instinctively tried to land gracefully but winced from the pain in her bruised rear, nearly stumbling.

"So, what exactly does S.H.I.E.L.D. want?" George asked.

Clutching her injured side, Natasha explained, "Mr. George, you're already familiar with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s mission from your time with Miss Potts. We are an internationally recognized organization responsible for global security."

"Is that a threat?" George asked, narrowing his eyes.

"No, not at all," Natasha quickly clarified, raising her hands. "I'm merely stating our capabilities.

We can have the CIA lift the warrant against Professor Xavier and arrange for the best doctors to treat his condition.

We can also help your mutant students find normal families to adopt them, allowing them to grow up in a safe and nurturing environment. They deserve normal lives outside this secluded school.

You should understand, Mr. George, that mutants are seen as unpredictable by the government. Without us, no one else can provide this level of support."

"Sounds appealing," George said, his expression unreadable. "But I assume there are conditions?"

"Just a few," Natasha replied carefully.

"First, the children who are adopted must remain under our surveillance—for their safety, of course.

Second, due to Professor Xavier's unique circumstances, we'd prefer to transfer him to our secure facility for treatment to avoid any potential risks.

Lastly, we'd like to formally invite you and Wolverine to join the Avengers Initiative."

Natasha continued to explain, all while clutching her sore backside.