Tifa: "Oh, sorry, 2B sister—double beauty! It's double beauty!"
2B: "Hmph! That's more like it!"
Lauren: "No! Isn't this the time to get serious? You two, focus! Otherwise, tonight's bedtime reward will be canceled!"
2B: "No, you must have your bedtime reward. I'll catch that vixen for you right now."
Tifa: "Boss, I'm obedient and serious! I'll capture him immediately—please don't cancel my reward!"
Natasha: "???"
Barton: "????"
Natasha and Barton stood stunned, utterly bewildered by 2B and Tifa's casual chatter about "rewards."
It's already this late… and they're still in the mood to joke around like this?
This meant they weren't being taken seriously at all!
Humiliation! Yes—this was clearly a deliberate slight!
They'd already witnessed 2B's terrifying combat prowess firsthand…
Yet in this moment, they still found it hard to accept being so blatantly looked down upon.
After all, they were elite S.H.I.E.L.D. agents—highly respected within the organization!
Hawkeye (Barton): "Woman, I don't know who you are, but don't underestimate me! I am—"
BANG!!!
VOMIT!!!
Hawkeye had barely begun his introduction—intending to impress Tifa with his legendary archery skills—when she vanished in a blur.
Before he could react, she reappeared right in front of him, launching a devastating whirlwind kick.
Horrified, he instinctively raised his bow to block the strike.
But Tifa could unleash the force of three tons in a single blow—far beyond anything a normal human like Hawkeye could withstand.
To his shock, his specially reinforced bow crumpled on impact. The next instant, it felt as though he'd been hit by a speeding truck. His body shot backward uncontrollably, skidding over ten meters before slamming into a tree trunk.
The brutal collision knocked the wind out of him—and then some. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he collapsed, already weakened from recent injuries.
"Sorry!" Tifa called out cheerfully, her large, sparkling eyes wide with innocent curiosity. "I kicked so hard I didn't hear you clearly. What did you say you were?"
She blinked, looking utterly relaxed—as if that earth-shattering kick hadn't just come from her.
Hawkeye wanted to cry.
He'd been grievously injured by a woman who apparently hadn't even broken a sweat.
The gap in power was that vast.
It was utterly demoralizing.
He'd assumed the only threat in Lauren's manor was the silver-haired witch…
But now it was clear that wasn't the case at all.
This stunningly beautiful woman before him was just as terrifyingly powerful.
Her speed alone—let alone her strength—defied human limits.
He was certain: if he hadn't blocked with his bow, he'd be dead.
Damn it… what kind of monsters live in this manor?!
Is this some kind of monster asylum?!
Bitter and speechless, Hawkeye could only lie there in despair.
So far, only two women had emerged from the manor…
But who knew how many more were inside?
If every woman who stepped out was this formidable, the thought was truly unimaginable.
Tifa (cheerfully): "Hey! I'm still waiting—what did you say you were?"
Seeing that Hawkeye didn't answer her question, Tifa frowned slightly, her expression tinged with disappointment.
Of course, when she thought things "didn't look good," she was referring to how she felt—not how she appeared. In fact, even when angry, Tifa's beauty remained striking—so much so it could stir nations.
"Luther! I said I'm a Luther!" Hawkeye groaned, leaning weakly against the large tree behind him. He really didn't want to say his name—it was just too embarrassing.
"A… Luther? Is that your name?" Tifa asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well then, Mr. Luther, follow me. My boss wants to see you."
"…" Hawkeye stayed silent.
After Tifa had effortlessly taken down Hawkeye in a single move, 2B wasn't idle for long.
"Fox spirit," 2B declared, dropping from the sky and landing directly in front of Natasha. "I spared your life last time—yet here you are again. Do you have a death wish?"
Natasha's face darkened, her expression so sour it looked like she could wring water from it.
"You silver-haired vixen—stop calling me a fox spirit! I haven't done anything to your man! If anyone's at fault, it's him—he's the one who kept staring at me with lust in his eyes. If you're going to scold someone, scold your own boss!"
"Hmph," 2B scoffed. "My boss is a man—it's only natural for men to be drawn to beauty. What's your excuse? Regardless, I'm not here to reason with you. I'm here to scold you—and beat you."
"You unreasonable woman!" Natasha snapped.
"In this world," 2B said coolly, "only my boss has the right to reason with me."
"…"
"I warned you last time," 2B continued, her voice dropping to a dangerous edge. "If I ever saw you near my boss again, I wouldn't let you off so easily. And today? You've walked straight into trouble."
With that, she lunged at Natasha like a predator.
Since she wasn't allowed to kill her, 2B left her katana sheathed and went straight for close-quarters combat.
Natasha's eyes lit up—this played right into her strength. She was a master of hand-to-hand fighting.
As 2B charged, Natasha seized her arm, ready to execute a clean shoulder throw.
But the moment her hand made contact, she froze.
The weight pressing down on her was utterly disproportionate to 2B's slender frame—like trying to lift a boulder disguised as a doll.
Before Natasha could shift her stance or use her hips to counter, 2B had already pinned her to the ground, immobilizing her completely.
"You damn witch!" Natasha gasped, incredulous. "You must weigh over 300 pounds! How is that possible? You look so slim!"
"What do you care?" 2B shot back, smirking. "I've got big breasts and a big butt—that's all that matters!"
"Big breasts and a big butt?" Natasha retorted. "Yours aren't even that much bigger than mine! Are they made of iron or something?"
That did it.
"Fox spirit—you're asking for death!" 2B snarled.
Because while lies may sting, the truth cuts deepest.
With a single, furious punch, she knocked Natasha out cold.