"Let's stop chatting, Jarvis, and hack into this mainframe to lift the system blockade," Leon ordered.
"Understood, Master Leon."
Jarvis' program successfully infiltrated the Red Room's central system.
The bright red password prompt on the screen was instantly replaced by cascading blue code.
Strings of 0s and 1s flashed rapidly across the screen.
Inside the Red Room's mainframe, Jarvis exhibited unprecedented efficiency.
"Master Leon, this system is remarkably sophisticated. I feel like a fish in water here," Jarvis mused.
"Then enjoy it while you can. I plan to hand this facility over to Tony. You might be staying here permanently."
Leon fixed his eyes on the screen, waiting for Jarvis' progress.
Ten minutes later.
A sudden flash of light signaled success—the system blockade was lifted.
Folders appeared, categorized by security clearance from low-level files to top-secret documents.
Leon smirked in satisfaction.
"Jarvis, search for key data and retrieve information on all active Widow agents."
Jarvis quickly scanned the system, processing vast amounts of data. Moments later, it beeped.
"Master Leon, I've retrieved all relevant files."
The large screen displayed numerous profile pictures, scrolling downward to reveal hundreds more.
"Over three hundred Widows... Mark their locations on a global map."
The screen shifted to a world map, with avatars pinpointed across various regions.
From London and Paris to Cape Town and Johannesburg.
From Jerusalem to major U.S. cities like Chicago and New York.
More than three hundred Widow agents were strategically positioned worldwide.
Some held high-ranking positions, wielding significant influence. Others excelled in manipulation, while some remained hidden, waiting for orders.
The Red Room maintained control by embedding these agents into key global institutions.
"Jarvis, send a copy of the list to Natasha, then transfer $100 million from my account to her. She'll use it to establish a new base in New York."
Leon's gaze sharpened.
"Master Leon, perhaps you should inform Miss Romanoff directly. She's already on her way—with company," Jarvis noted.
"Company? Natasha is bringing the Widows?"
Leon turned toward the door, his ears picking up the sound of synchronized footsteps.
The steps were soft yet precise—trained movements executed with muscle memory. The Widows had mastered the art of silent approach.
"Wow, did I hear correctly? A man just gave you $100 million? Natasha, how did you pull that off? Did you seduce him? Teach me your ways—we'll need funding, won't we?"
Natasha entered first, trailed by a blonde woman whispering in Russian.
She had no idea Leon understood every word.
Natasha rolled her eyes and ignored her.
Behind her, more than forty Widow agents followed.
Blonde, brunette, and red-haired women, their blue, dark, and even violet eyes locked onto Leon in his uniform.
Their faces bore traces of confusion and grief, but in their eyes, gratitude and admiration shone through.
Clearly, Natasha had already briefed them on the situation.
"I've brought them," Natasha stated calmly.
She stepped aside, making space as if nothing unusual had happened between them before.
"They've agreed to join your... organization."
Leon glanced between Natasha and the blonde at her side. "Judging by your bruises, the persuasion process wasn't easy."
Natasha sighed. "This is my sister, Yelena."
She gestured toward the girl. "She attacked me the moment she woke up. She's impulsive."
Both Natasha and Yelena bore visible injuries—one with a bruised forehead, the other with a split lip.
"That wasn't impulse—it was punishment for your betrayal! Your defection made our training even harsher!"
Yelena stood tall, her short blonde hair neatly styled. Though younger than Leon, she carried herself with confidence.
She shot Natasha a defiant look before turning to Leon.
"Thank you for saving us, Mr. Superman. We're ready to follow your orders."
Leon smiled, about to respond—until Yelena turned back to Natasha and whispered in Russian:
"My God, his pecs are insane. They're bigger than mine. Have you felt them? What a waste that you seduced him first."
Both Natasha and Leon stiffened.
Before Natasha could retaliate against her troublesome sister, Leon took the lead.
He addressed the assembled Widows in flawless Russian.
"Ladies, I won't waste time introducing myself."
"You know me as Superman, and you've heard of Stark. That's enough."
"First, let's be clear—yes, I helped Natasha take down the Red Room. But I also did it to recruit you."
"That said, you are free to make your own choices."
"You've spent your lives under someone else's control, suffering beyond reason. That ends today."
"If you don't want to stay, you can leave after cleaning up the fortress."
"You can return to normal life or use your skills for whatever purpose you choose."
"Those who wish to stay will be part of something greater."
"Natasha will establish a new front—a legitimate company in New York. There, you can put your talents to real use."
"That's the offer. The choice is yours."
"Oh, and before you leave, I'll have Jarvis send you details on your original families."
Leon gestured to the screen. "Jarvis."
"Understood, sir. Data transmission complete."
Each Widow's personal device lit up, receiving files detailing their lost pasts.
But no one immediately checked their history.
For women taken at a young age and raised as weapons, "family" was a foreign concept—just another word with no real meaning.
Even the idea of having choices was overwhelming.
For over a decade, they had followed orders, their lives dictated by the Red Room. Even their deaths had been predetermined.
Now, faced with the ability to choose their futures, they hesitated.
Silence stretched among them—until one Widow stepped forward.
Then another.
One by one, they surrounded Leon.
"We will follow you, sir."
The voices were uneven, but the meaning was unanimous.
Leon towered over the gathered women, scanning their faces.
Then, he smiled.
"Welcome aboard."
He extended his arms. "Together, we'll accomplish things the world will never forget. You won't regret this decision."
"Now, your first mission is to secure this fortress and clear the bodies."
"Afterward, Natasha will lead you across the globe to liberate the remaining Widows."
He reached out a hand.
One by one, the Widows placed their hands over his.
Their eyes gleamed—not with fear, but with hope.
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