Natasha watched Su Ming from the side, her gaze complicated.
Integrating the Galaxy Guard Corps, bringing Wanda and Quicksilver under his wing, and now making such a high-profile return...
The speed at which Su Ming's influence expanded was practically faster than Stark's beard grew.
This little "everyone gets a full cup" stunt...
It was a display of strength, and a declaration of control.
Interesting.
It seemed the stakes would need to be raised at their next intelligence exchange.
Her mind rapidly assessed the new balance of power, while the smile on her face grew ever more alluring.
Elegantly swirling the scarlet liquid in her glass, she parted her red lips.
"Silver Duke, it seems your travels through space were quite rewarding. Even your taste has become... more dazzling."
Her meaningful gaze swept over his scarlet suit.
"When Wanda mentioned you, her respect carried a touch of girlish admiration.
Being able to tame those two little hedgehogs and make them willingly call you 'sir'...
That impressed me more than turning things into alcohol."
With her background as a spy, Natasha was exceptionally sensitive to intelligence and power.
She realized that Su Ming had quietly developed a considerable force, yet she had no idea what he intended to do next.
She had precisely pointed out his influence over Wanda and her brother.
She wanted to test the extent of his control over his new members.
Perhaps she could submit a useful assessment when she next met Nick Fury.
Sensing what Natasha was thinking, Su Ming smiled faintly.
The Black Widow had spent years swimming through conspiracies, so she viewed everyone with caution.
That was hardly surprising.
Still trying to probe my intentions...
Hmph!
I'm just having fun!
Would you believe me?
He slightly raised his glass in acknowledgment.
"Being able to keep