"Captain America, your serum gave you strength beyond human limits, but surpassing human limits does not mean surpassing Skrull limits.
Your limit is merely our starting point." The black warrior spoke, its voice as deep as thunder.
It raised one foot and stepped on Steve's shield.
The shield was pressed tightly against Steve's body, pinning him to the ground, unable to move.
He tried to struggle, tried to push the shield away, tried to roll out from the side.
But the Skrull was too strong—so strong that all his struggles were like an ant trying to push away a stone.
Natasha was no better off.
Her left arm was fractured, her right thigh had been burned by plasma, and her energy pistol's ammunition had run out after three volleys.
She had no weapon left, only a dagger and her body.
Her body had already suffered enough damage over the past ten minutes.
But she was still moving, still fighting, still using that dagger to stab at any Skrull that came near her.
She struck one Skrull in the neck.
The dagger went in about three centimeters, then stopped.
It was not blocked. It was clamped.
The instant the dagger pierced it, the Skrull's muscles contracted and hardened, clamping the blade like a vise.
Natasha could not pull the dagger free. She released the hilt and stepped back.
The Skrull pulled the dagger from its own neck, glanced at its green blood on the blade, then snapped the dagger in two.
"Black Widow, your combat skills are the finest I have ever seen.
"You possess no superpowers and no advanced equipment.
"Relying only on your body and mind, you have endured the siege of so many people for this long. I admire you."
The Skrull spoke. Its transformed form was that