1334 BC, Egypt, Valley of the Kings.
"Daisy? Are you still there?..."
"My dear Director, you wouldn't just leave us here and abandon us, would you?"
"If you don't say something soon, I'm going to start swearing!"
Daisy had just pulled her consciousness back here when she heard Black Widow complaining while fighting.
The assault team was surrounded on all sides. As the main assault force, Winter Soldier and Black Widow had long since put away their firearms and switched to Holy Light Weapons to carve a path through the front.
Winter Soldier wielded a shield and a chain hammer, mowing down swaths of enemies at a time. From time to time, he summoned a phantom warhorse and charged through the enemy encirclement, forcibly opening bloody paths.
Black Widow wore the so-called Shadow Set and held a Flying dagger. She ran with incredible speed, constantly weaving through the enemy ranks, with no one able to withstand a single exchange against her.
Each time the Flying dagger flew out like a meteor, carrying a trace of lightning power and boasting tremendous penetration. She had killed quite a few of those fantastical Ancient Egyptian soldiers.
Whenever it killed an enemy, the Flying dagger automatically returned to her hand, waiting for its next victim.
One knife, one kill—it was incredibly sharp. Unfortunately, the Flying dagger had its flaws. It was physically taxing to use, and she could not simply throw it around. The weapon had no tracking function; Black Widow had to handle all the aiming herself.
The battlefield was utter chaos, with enemies and allies mixed together. When it came to ranged weapons, Black Widow was ultimately no match for Hawkeye. She could not hit wherever she pointed.
Previously, Daisy's will had helped with the aiming. There had been no need to