Women Are Meant to Be Cherished

What does it mean to move the interrogation room into the bedroom?

You're such a clever little devil!

Russell berated the messenger, actually thinking he was a lecherous man who couldn't resist women. Was he really that kind of person?

"Sir, if you say you're not that kind of person, then why are you hunching over? Stand up straight and speak..."

The messenger muttered under his breath and left, looking quite annoyed. The female agent's face was flushed, her zipper was pulled down quite a bit, and her hands and feet twitched from time to time, clearly indicating that something unspeakable had happened. What was wrong with continuing the interrogation in the bedroom?

He only realized there was an adjustable metal chair in the interrogation room when he relayed Russell's order to deactivate the alarm.

Interrogation room!

Natasha was strapped to a metal chair, her long hair hanging down in front of her, her head bowed, still unconscious. The scene is easily imaginable; many movies without subtitles and entirely in Japanese dialogue begin like this.

Russell sat opposite him, legs crossed, petting a cat. Next to him was Jason, hands behind his back. He had everything a boss could want: his underlings and his pet.

Instead of starting the interrogation, he pulled out photos from his digital camera and compared them to the 20GB 'Ashley Encyclopedia'. The two completely different faces had nothing in common, except that they were both very beautiful and had two eyes and a nose.

This left Russell somewhat confused. He couldn't tell which Marvel Universe he was in. If it was the Marvel movies, Black Widow shouldn't exist in this era. But if it was the comic book universe, it was even more wrong. Hydra wasn't just Red Skull, and the commander of the Howling Commandos shouldn't be Steve, but Nick Fury ...

Speaking of which, who came up with the name One-Eyed Man?

The previous storyline involving Steve and Schmidt made Russell feel like he was in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, but the appearance of Black Widow made him a little unsure.

"Smack!"

Russell snapped his the Snap, and Jason, following orders, picked up a bucket and poured the entire bucket of ice water over Natasha.

Natasha was jolted awake by the cold water, and as she opened her eyes slightly and focused, her heart skipped a beat when she saw Russell.

Who exactly are you?

In this situation, Natasha concluded that Russell's identity was not simply that of a researcher; he held an extremely high position in this base.

Russell didn't say anything, just petted the cat. At that moment, Jason strode forward and punched Natasha in the face, making her see stars and her nose bleed.

"Jason, what are you doing?" Russell exclaimed in shock, scolding him harshly, "Idiot, how many times have I told you, women are meant to be cherished, but not this way."

Jason: (._.)

Russell scolded Jason a couple of times, then got up and walked over to Natasha, very gentlemanly wiping the blood from her nose. "Sorry, Jason is still a child, he doesn't know any better."

Natasha's face darkened upon hearing this. Even a fool would know that Jason's actions were at Russell's behest, and this explanation was far too perfunctory. Who was this two-meter-tall, muscular kid trying to fool?

Russell returned to his seat, continuing to cross his legs, one hand between his legs petting the cat, the other twirling a pen on the table. "Agent Romanoff, in this room, only I can ask questions, understand?"

Hearing her name called, Natasha tensed up, her heart skipping a beat. But being one of the world's top agents, she didn't let her emotions show on her face, coldly replying, "You've mistaken me for someone else. My name isn't Romanoff."

"Oh, so how should I address you?"

"Kshena Kabaeva!"

Natasha gave a name, a verifiable and real name, the identity she used during this mission.

"Is that so..." Russell put down his pen, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Natasha. "It's obviously a fake name. I thought you would say your name is Natalia!"

This wasn't something Russell made up; he remembered that Natasha's original name was 'Natalia something something something something,' and Romanoff wasn't her original surname. She changed her surname after following her adoptive father, and from then on, her official name was 'Natasha Romanoff.'

As expected, after her real name from many years ago was exposed, Natasha finally stopped hiding it and said decisively, "Where did you get this information? My past has been erased, you shouldn't know this."

Jason strode forward again and punched Natasha in the face. The reason was simple: only Russell was qualified to ask questions in this room.

"Jason, stop it! Agent Romanoff makes a living with his looks. Can you afford to pay for it if you break him!" Russell scolded Jason loudly, then coughed and continued to Natasha, "To answer your question, the famous Black Widow, many people know you. You can find out by searching online. There's nothing strange about it."

Natasha snorted and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, "So you do know about the 'Red Room,' but you overestimate me. Only the most outstanding agents can inherit the title of 'Black Widow,' and I am not one yet."

"You're not Black Widow yet?" Russell glanced at Natasha in surprise, then stared intently at the scars on Natasha's face as if he had just realized something. As a super agent and future superhero, Natasha's ability to withstand blows was too poor.

If you can't even take a beating, what kind of superhero are you?

Natasha shouldn't be this weak; at least she shouldn't have had her cheeks swollen and nosebleed spurting from Jason's two punches.

Unless...

Russell's thoughtful look sent a chill down Natasha; she had a premonition that she was in for trouble.

As expected, Russell seemed to be thinking about something, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. He raised his hand, pointed at Natasha, and coldly uttered two words: "Beat her up!"

Without saying a word, Jason stood in front of Natasha and punched her repeatedly in the face, leaving Natasha with a bruised and swollen face.

The latter was overwhelmed by the pain and fainted. Her long hair was stuck together with blood and fell down in strands.

"So weak, her physique is only slightly stronger than an ordinary person, and she hasn't even earned the title of Black Widow yet..." Russell smiled and nodded to Jason. Jason understood and then poured a bucket of ice water over Natasha's forehead.

Water dripped from her body, pooling on the ground, and Natasha groaned as she awoke from her unconsciousness. She struggled to open her eyes, her mouth filled with the sweet, metallic taste of blood, the burning sensation on her face constantly stimulating her nerves.

This was completely different from what she had imagined the interrogation to be like. She had thought the interrogation room would be in a bedroom, or at least have a blanket if there wasn't a bed. But the enemy was terrifyingly ruthless, and her beauty was completely useless. To escape successfully, she would have to suffer a great deal.

Russell asked expectantly, "Agent Romanoff, haven't you been remodeled by the Red Room yet?"

Natasha shook her head. "I don't know what you're talking about. I've never heard of the Red Room reforming its agents. You've asked the wrong person."

"You've asked for trouble. Wouldn't it be better to just answer my questions honestly?" Russell picked up the Thunder Beast by the scruff of its neck and placed it on the ground. The beast then walked over to Natasha with cat-like steps.

A cat!?

Natasha remained expressionless, silently examining the Thunder Beast at her feet, trying to determine its breed. The cat's fur stood on end as if static electricity was running through it; its blue fur was very strange, likely a product of a genetic mutation.

Under Natasha's gaze, the Thunder Beast stood before the puddle and slapped it into the water with its front paw. Immediately afterward, a white light flashed, and electricity flowed through the water into Natasha's body, causing her to tremble all over.

"Crackling and popping!!"

"Ah..."

A few popping sounds came from Natasha. Russell gave her a strange look. He had already searched her before the interrogation, so there shouldn't be anywhere to hide anything. So what was with this burnt smell?

The Thunder Beast struck for five seconds, then gently raised its paw. After Natasha caught her breath for a moment, it pressed its paw back into the puddle. After repeating this five times, Natasha's eyes rolled back, and she exhaled blue smoke, completely losing consciousness.

Whether it was Russell's imagination or not, Natasha seemed to have lost something, and the water on the ground seemed to have increased.

Russell picked up the Thunder Beast, stroked it a couple of times, put it back on the table, went to Natasha, and placed his five fingers loosely on her head, beginning to chant a spell.

Spell of Enslavement!

An ordinary person with superhero potential who hasn't been enhanced yet—why not take a subordinate who's offered up for free?

Blood dripped down, Natasha's mental energy was extremely repulsed by Russell, and the Enslavement skill failed.

The second attempt at Enslavement failed again, with similar results.

The third time...

"Thunder Beast, shock her!"

"Momo~~"

"Crackling and popping!!!"

"Uh... Ah! Hmm, hmm, ah~~~"

The third Enslavement skill was successfully executed. Russell looked at the latest Enslavement Contract and fell into deep thought. So, Bucky's failure was because his battery was too low?