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After the girls left one after another, Malrick turned back to look at Natasha and her sister, who were clearly planning to slip away while no one was paying attention.

From the moment Malrick spoke his first sentence in Russian, Yelena's face turned visibly embarrassed.

She had assumed this "Superman" only spoke English. But to her shock, he could even speak Russian.

She thought she'd get to start a new life after waking up.

Instead, she was hit with immediate social humiliation.

Yelena wanted to roll on the floor and vanish from existence.

But just as she tried to sneak off, Malrick stopped her.

"Natasha, Yelena, stay here for a moment."

Natasha halted without hesitation.

Yelena froze in place, pointing at herself awkwardly. "Me too?"

"I think so." Malrick smiled and nodded.

He exaggeratedly puffed out his chest.

"You've been going on about my muscles—thought I'd give you a chance."

"Uh?" Yelena stepped back in surprise. After a moment of hesitation, she actually reached out her right hand. "So… can I touch it?"

Natasha's expression darkened. She smacked Yelena on the back of the head.

"What the hell are you thinking the moment you wake up?"

Yelena held her head, looking aggrieved. "He's the one who said I had a chance…"

She casually referred to Malrick like he was some little brother.

Malrick shook his head. How could someone Yelena's age have such a wild imagination?

He turned toward the screen. "Jarvis, send the data on Widow agents scattered around the world to these two."

"Understood," came the calm response.

Natasha and Yelena moved behind Malrick, staring at the global map displayed on-screen—faces from across the world labeled with red marks. It didn't take long for them to understand why they were summoned.

"So, you want us to lead the other Widows?" Natasha asked.

"Exactly," Malrick said, nodding. "Yelena, as the two former Black Widows, you're the most qualified to lead them."

"Huh? Black Widow? But I'm not exactly—" Yelena scratched her head, confused.

"You're not?" Malrick blinked.

In the original timeline, Yelena had surpassed Natasha's records and become the new Black Widow.

Apparently, not yet.

Natasha chuckled. "She was about to, but then I came out of retirement and broke all the records last year."

Malrick immediately understood—another ripple of the butterfly effect.

"Thanks for the 'gift'!" Yelena groaned. "No wonder they doubled my training regimen back then. I almost died!"

Yelena clutched her head dramatically. Then, out of frustration, she lunged at Natasha, attempting a playful takedown—only to be quickly overpowered.

"Malrick, ignore her," Natasha said, holding Yelena in a headlock. "Just tell me what you need us to do."

"…Once this matter is settled, you'll lead the others and begin rescuing the Widows marked on the map."

"After they're injected with the inhibitor, they'll be given a choice."

"Anyone willing to join us, bring them to me. Anyone who isn't… erase their records."

"Understood. I'll take care of it as soon as possible." Natasha nodded seriously, gratitude flickering in her eyes.

Her greatest hope had always been to help the other Widows live free lives.

And now, because of Malrick, that dream was becoming reality.

She felt like she owed him more and more—an unpayable debt.

Malrick placed his hands on the table. "But this is just the groundwork. Once it's done, I'll have more important missions for you."

"Boss, what's the next mission? Are we saving the world? Taking down dark, evil organizations?" Yelena shouted from under Natasha's hold.

"Shut up," Natasha muttered, twisting Yelena's arm.

"Boss! Save me! Natasha's bullying me just because she's older!" Yelena whimpered, trying to win sympathy.

Malrick's eyelid twitched. Why didn't he remember Yelena being this hyper in the movie?

"How old is she again?" he asked Natasha, confused.

"Born in 1988. She's 20," Natasha replied without missing a beat.

"Older than me?" Malrick was speechless and chose to ignore Yelena entirely.

She must've been locked up too long. Now that she was free, her brain was working overtime.

"Boss! Don't ignore me! Natasha always uses her age against me and—ow!" Another punishment from Natasha.

Tears welled up in Yelena's eyes as she tried to win over Malrick with a pitiful look.

But Malrick turned away without a word, offering only his cold, unwavering back.

Natasha sighed. "Can you at least give us some details about this mission?"

"There's no need to be secretive. It's simple."

"Have the Widows leak evidence through their own networks."

Malrick's face was lit faintly by the glow of the screen. "Evidence that a certain organization—one that should've been erased from history—is still alive and thriving."

"What organization?" Natasha's eyes narrowed.

"Hydra," Malrick said flatly.

"Hydra!? The one Captain America destroyed? You mean it still exists?!" Yelena shouted. "This is insane! We're actually going to save the world! This is awesome!"

Natasha kept her focus on Malrick, waiting for more.

He smiled. "You've heard of S.H.I.E.L.D., haven't you?"

Over the next few minutes, Malrick gave them a full breakdown of Hydra's infiltration and resurrection.

The sisters sat in stunned silence.

They had always thought the Red Room was the worst shadow organization on the planet.

But Hydra made even the Red Room seem small by comparison.

Hydra had infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D. itself.

"This makes SHIELD the biggest cancer in the world," Natasha muttered bitterly—despite the fact that, in another life, she had worked for them.

"You said it," Malrick replied, grinning.

Looking at Natasha—Nick Fury's loyal confidante in the original timeline—he felt an almost mischievous satisfaction.

He was still dressed in a Superman suit, though. That kind of thought was unbecoming. He'd have to wait until he got home and changed out of it before letting himself laugh properly.

Soon after, Natasha dragged Yelena out of the command room.

Their expressions couldn't have been more different.

Natasha was serious, her face determined and intense.

She had blood on her hands and a burning desire to atone—if that meant saving the world, she was ready.

Even if she had to die doing it.

After everything she'd been through, she had once felt broken… but now she had purpose again.

Yelena, on the other hand, looked like she was about to burst with energy.

She was practically bouncing with excitement, already chattering about becoming a superhero.

But no matter how different their reactions were…

Both of them felt it in their bones:

The organization Malrick was about to build would be a force that worked in the shadows for the sake of the light.

If Malrick could hear what they were thinking, he'd probably burst out laughing and slam the table in amusement.

After all, his real reason for creating the organization…

…was just to make the Widows work for him more effectively.

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