Kidnapping Stark

"All of them? Even the sewers? Or rather, has anyone blocked you today?"

"I have remained operational the entire time, and there is no record of me being blocked. However, the sewers... probably do not count as an entrance?" JARVIS stalled.

See? Even an AI like JARVIS had been confused. What kind of normal person crawled into a house through the sewers?

But then, looking at the soaking-wet Natasha beneath Tony's bed, where else could she have come from if not the sewers?

"Tonight, Tony will probably get a good whiff of the beautiful woman's lingering body scent," Leon quietly blessed Tony.

Thinking about the smell of the sewers made him laugh out loud.

But letting Tony smell it was enough.

Leon had no intention of letting Natasha remain beneath the bed.

Whatever she intended to do, since she was sneaking around like this, it was obviously nothing good.

JARVIS asked, "You mean a woman has infiltrated Mr. Stark's bedroom?"

"That's right, and she's currently resting beneath the bed with her eyes closed!"

Leon rubbed his chin with interest. "Let's see what this outstanding agent intends to do."

"JARVIS, cooperate with me later."

"Certainly, Master Leon."

Leon put on an earpiece and headed toward Tony's room, pushing the door open directly.

The moment he entered, he put on a show of looking around, deliberately making his footsteps heavy.

"JARVIS, are you sure you detected a strong abnormal odor in Tony's room? Impossible. He hasn't brought any beautiful women home these past few days, so why would there be a strange smell in here?"

"Yes, sir. The air system detected abnormal odor particles," JARVIS cooperatively replied.

"Impossible. Unless Tony handled his physical needs himself, where else would a strange smell come from?"

"And I don't think it smells like anything here... sniff, sniff... urgh!!"

Leon sniffed a few times, then suddenly staggered back and dry-heaved against the doorframe.

This was not part of the act. His superhuman sense of smell had keenly caught the "rich" stench of rot in the room.

Especially after he had deliberately taken several deep breaths while searching for the source of the odor.

The sudden stench seemed to bore into his guts, making his stomach churn.

"What is that smell!? It smells like a salted dried fish swollen from soaking in a slop bucket, then pickled in a jar of cucumbers for three days and three nights!!"

Gritting his teeth, Leon immediately suppressed his superhuman sense of smell.

"...Master Leon," JARVIS asked quietly through his earpiece, "your acting is excellent. If the air system had not detected nothing abnormal, you nearly fooled my judgment logic."

"No... I really did smell something. She must have used some kind of deodorizing chemical, but that smell still can't fool my nose." Leon rubbed his nose and explained softly.

"Keep cooperating with me," he whispered.

Then, pinching his nose, he walked to the bed and loudly asked, "The smell really is a bit strong. What exactly did Tony do... JARVIS, did you just say the source of the odor was under the bed?"

"Yes. The diffusion source of the odor molecules is beneath the bed. Would you like me to operate a robot vacuum to clean it up?" JARVIS said through the external speakers.

"No need."

Leon crouched down, dropping to one knee. "I suspect it's Tony's life-sized doll down there. If you clean it away, he'll get angry."

"So I'll just pull it out and wash it. I can't believe Tony could bring himself to use something this smelly!"

His left hand braced against the bedframe while his right reached beneath the bed, pretending to pull something out.

Whoosh!

A sudden change erupted.

Leon's right hand was just about to reach beneath the bed.

A pitch-black flexible whip lashed out from his blind spot, wrapping three times around Leon's arm like a python strangling its prey.

The next instant, a faint force traveled through the whip.

Leon estimated it at roughly two and a half times Tony's arm strength.

But for an ordinary person, that could already be called immense strength.

Leon could not help feeling surprised.

With that much force, plus the sudden burst of power, Natasha could easily have cracked an ordinary person's arm bones.

She was hitting this hard. This was more than mere infiltration.

Could S.H.I.E.L.D. really be planning to make a move against Tony?

The casualness in Leon's heart faded slightly. This little test would have to continue for now.

He pretended to cry out in surprise and fell in the direction the whip pulled him.

"Ah!" he cried out in pain as his back hit the floor.

The next moment, Natasha shot out from beneath the bed like a venomous snake leaving its den.

Or rather, she slid out.

She kicked hard against a bedpost, using the recoil to slide along the floor, her boneless legs wrapping around Leon's waist.

Then she planted both hands against the floor and drove force through her waist.

She actually clamped Leon between her legs, flung him into the air, and then slammed him viciously into the ground!

Bang!

With a heavy crash, Leon cried out in cooperation. Then he realized the position had actually caused the back of his head to hit the floor, so he immediately closed his eyes and began pretending to be unconscious.

"Whew..." Natasha caught her breath, turned Leon over by the shoulder, and gave him a casual glance, confirming that the target was unconscious.

She had immense confidence in her skills.

Combat training since childhood made it impossible for her to fail to take down an ordinary person in seconds.

"Nice pecs." She also glanced over Leon's chest, reached out in impressed appreciation to pat it, then delivered her assessment.

"Ma'am, you have violated Stark's private property and personal safety. Please step away from Mr. Leon and leave immediately, or I will notify the police at once!" JARVIS threatened in tacit coordination.

"Oh, really?" Natasha dragged a black tactical backpack out from beneath the bed and took out rope and firearms.

She waved the gun in her hand. "If you call the police, this gun will be pointed at your master."

After saying that, she ignored JARVIS, firing several shots to destroy the various electronic devices in the room. She then turned back, rolled Leon over, and tied him up securely with the rope.

She even checked Leon's vital signs, confirming that he was merely unconscious and not in any danger.

The earpiece Leon wore was also discovered and destroyed during the process.

Only then did she stand up, press the communicator in her ear, and begin her report.

"General Dreykov, Natasha reporting."

After waiting several seconds and receiving permission from the other end, she spoke again.

"The mission encountered an accident. The target's younger brother, Leon Stark, discovered me using the household AI!"

"I request a change of plan. We will no longer kidnap Tony Stark. Instead, we will use Leon Stark to threaten him and obtain the energy and armor technology!"

Several seconds later, a flat male voice came through the communicator. "Change of plan approved!"

"Understood!" Natasha's eyes were as still as an ancient well, holding neither hatred nor joy.

She removed the communication device from her ear, preparing to implement the new kidnapping plan.

But when she turned around, she saw that Leon, who should have been unconscious, had opened his eyes at some point and was staring straight at her.

"Sounds like you aren't working for S.H.I.E.L.D. right now?" Leon's expression was intriguing. "Now that's interesting."