Hawkeye: Some punches you can't see, but they really hurt!

The emergency lights flickered, casting Patton's shadow in varying lengths.

He flashed away, creating a distance of dozens of meters between himself and Natasha, and leaped to a high point.

"goodbye."

A specially made black arrow tore through the air, its tip exploding in flight.

It transformed into three arrows carrying high-explosive micro-projectiles, forming a triangular shape that blocked all of Natasha's escape routes.

This is a situation where certain death is inevitable.

However, Natasha did not move.

She didn't even lift her eyelids; her beautiful eyes held only a detached indifference that seemed to see through everything.

"Crazy Diamonds!"

A low shout escaped his lips.

There were no earth-shattering moves, only a series of extremely fast afterimages.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The three high-explosive arrows were blasted apart less than a meter from Natasha.

"What?!"

The smile on Patton's face vanished.

In his view, Natasha was simply standing there, her hands hanging naturally at her sides, without making any movement.

But the three arrows seemed to have hit an invisible wall, eerily hovering in mid-air, and then...

Click.

The powder fell in a soft patter.

Arrows made of special alloys were instantly crushed into metal dust.

"That's impossible!"

Patton's pupils contracted sharply, and his body instinctively leaped backward, using the pipes on both sides of the passage for tactical maneuvering.

He swiftly drew an arrow from the quiver on his back, nocked it, and fired—his movements were fluid and lightning-fast.

Whoosh whoosh!

Electric arrows, acid arrows, and even special gel arrows used for restraint rained down like a storm.

"Too slow."

Natasha shook her head slightly, a sly smile appearing on her face.

She used to envy Hawkeye's Moonwalk and Shave.

Now... times have changed!

"Clint, your intention to attack is too obvious."

Du la la la la!

A dense series of whooshing sounds filled the air.

Crazy Diamond, like a guardian deity, unleashed a flurry of punches from his fists.

All the arrows were violently blasted apart when they reached a meter in front of Natasha!

The strong acid exploded in the air, but was dispersed by the force of the punch before it even hit the ground.

Before the gel could diffuse, it was blasted into molecular fragments.

Barton scrambled across the pipes in the ceiling, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

This unscientific!

Without any energy fluctuations or weapons, she simply stood there and possessed an absolute defensive domain.

"Since remote access is ineffective..."

A ruthless glint flashed in Patton's eyes.

He did a somersault in the air, using gravity to plummet downwards, the composite bow in his hand folding and deforming into a hard alloy short rod.

Close-quarters combat!

This is his most prized ability besides archery.

As a top agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., his close combat skills are no less than Natasha's.

"A foolish judgment."

In the command center, Li Ang ate sunflower seeds while commenting on the screen.

"Trying to fight a Stand user in close combat? What's the difference between that and arm wrestling with an Iron Man suit?"

on the screen.

Barton pounced on Natasha like a cheetah, his short stick whistling through the air as it struck her carotid artery.

This strike was swift, accurate, and ruthless.

But what he saw was a somewhat pitying smile on Natasha's face.

"Beep!"

A battle cry that only Stand users could hear.

Patton only felt a blur before his eyes.

Nothing hit him, but he felt as if his face had hit a truck!

boom!

A muffled thud.

Barton was sent flying backward at an even faster speed than when he arrived, the short stick in his hand flying out of his grasp and spinning as it embedded itself in the ceiling.

"Ugh!"

Patton slammed against the wall and slid to the ground.

He felt as if his nasal bridge was broken, his vision was blurry, and his brain was buzzing.

"Who?! Who hit me?!"

Patton covered his bleeding nose and looked around in horror.

Natasha was still five meters away from him!

Where did that impact come from?

Invisible man?

Or is it telekinesis?

"Still don't understand?"

Natasha approached step by step, her high heels clicking on her heels.

As she moved, Crazy Diamond behind her also assumed a fighting stance, their pink fists clapping together.

"Clint, your prized skills are meaningless in the face of absolute power."

Natasha stopped in front of Barton and looked down at him.

"That bastard Loki messed up your brain."

Natasha slowly raised her right hand and made a fist.

At the same time, Crazy Diamond behind her also raised his right fist high, gathering his strength!

"So, as an old friend, I have an obligation to help you... clear out your inventory!"

"Wait—" Barton was about to speak.

But Natasha had no intention of giving him a chance to beg for mercy.

"Crazy Diamond!"

"Dulala lala lala lala lala lala—!!!"

Accompanied by a series of iconic battle cries.

Countless pink fists rained down on Barton like a storm.

cheeks, chest, abdomen, shoulders...

Dozens of punches are thrown every second!

Although Natasha controlled her strength and didn't go all out, the continuous blows still gave Barton a taste of what it meant to have his soul leave his body.

"Ouch! O ...

Barton's body convulsed in mid-air, like a meatball being repeatedly pounded on a chopping board.

He didn't even have a chance to land; he was completely launched into the air by the barrage of punches!

"Beep!!!"

With a final, high-pitched battle cry.

Crazy Diamond delivered a powerful uppercut to Barton's chin.

This punch is a physical correction punch!

Bang!

Patton spun around three and a half times in the air before collapsing heavily to the ground and remaining motionless.

The world is finally quiet.

Natasha withdrew her hand, exhaled softly, and her slightly disheveled hair clung to her cheeks, adding a touch of sharp beauty.

"Phew...that feels much better."

She flicked her wrist and glanced at her old partner on the ground, whose face was swollen like a pig's head.

A moment later, the pig's head on the ground moved its fingers and let out a weak groan.

"Uh... Natasha?"

Barton struggled to open his eyes, which were swollen to a slit; the blue halo that had been in his eyes had vanished.

Instead, there was a clear yet bewildered look in his eyes.

"Who am I...where am I...was I hit by a truck?"

Mind control has been broken.

As it turns out, there's no brainwashing that a good beating can't fix.

If so, then two meals.

Natasha stepped forward with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Now that you're awake, let me treat you."

Patton heard a whoosh of wind beside his ear, and then his body was struck repeatedly.

"Don't worry, Crazy Diamond can both attack and heal; it won't die!"

……

at the same time.

The outer side of the space carrier, the No. 3 engine area.

The wind howled, and the air was bitterly cold at an altitude of several thousand meters.

Tony, clad in Iron Man armor, flew out from the turbine blades.

The mothership's tilt angle began to slowly return to normal.

"call……"

Steve wiped the oil off his face and let out a long sigh of relief. "Looks like we've got it sorted out."

"Old Popsicle, without my superb skills, you'd be practicing high diving by now."

Tony hovered in the air, his visor popped open, revealing a smug face.

Although they were sharp-tongued, they exchanged a glance and both saw a hint of approval in each other's eyes.

The crisis seems to have been averted.

Hulk crashes, Patton is subdued, and the engine is repaired.

In the command center, Nick Fury's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

"Okay, even though the process was a mess, at least the ship is still in the air."

But before he could fully exhale, a piercing scream suddenly cut into the communication channel.

"ah!!!"

That was Agent Hill's voice.

"Hill?! What's going on?!" Fury yelled into the microphone.

A series of static noises came from the other end of the communicator, followed by a gloomy laugh.

"Heh heh heh... S.H.I.E.L.D.'s hospitality is indeed unique, but I'm afraid I won't keep you company."

It's Loki!

That cunning god!

"Hill! Answer me! Hill!"

Fury's heart sank to the bottom.

A few seconds later, Hill's weak and intermittent voice came through the communicator, accompanied by painful gasps.

"Sir, Loki's surrender was fake..."

"The cage could not hold him; he seized the scepter of the soul..."

Hill's voice grew fainter and fainter, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured.

In the surveillance footage from the prison area, the glass cage where Loki was originally imprisoned was empty.

"Damn it!"