Alvin took one look at the USB drive, then at Natasha's conflicted expression.
He pinched it lightly between two fingers and crushed it...
Alvin dusted off his hands as if it didn't matter and said with a smile, "Something like this shouldn't exist!
Some sick people are always eager to control the fate of their own kind. They even call it 'power.'
People are born free!
We may not always be in control of our circumstances, but in the end, we should be the ones making our own decisions.
It's experiencing the 'ups and downs' brought by our own choices that makes us whole.
Life should have all five flavors...
A profession like the Black Widow program, where there's nothing but 'bitterness,' shouldn't exist."
As he spoke, Alvin glanced at Mason, whom Fox was holding by the collar. He shook his head in disdain and said, "Only someone with no confidence would use drugs to forcibly control other people's minds.
I generally think of people like that as useless!
Because they have no confidence in their own abilities!
Natasha, I've told you all this many times!
I have absolutely no interest in you 'Black Widows.'
Your sisters are free...
I took down one Hydra agent. That's enough!"
Natasha shook her head and laughed. "You just crushed decades of the Red Room's accumulated work.
Maybe that's for the best. Black Widows are all tragic figures. Ending this tragedy here might be the best outcome."
Natasha gave a slight shake of her head. "I finally understand why you have so many friends."
After she finished speaking, Natasha smiled, took off the Communicator on her wrist, and tossed it aside...
Seeing Alvin's faintly furrowed brow, Natasha said helplessly, "I understand you, but other people don't.
Those women spent the first half of their