The Great Organization

After the girls left one after another, Leon turned back to look at Natasha and her sister, who was trying to slip away.

From the moment Leon spoke his first sentence in Russian, Yelena's expression had turned awkward.

She had thought Superman only spoke English, and perhaps a little Chinese at most. She never expected him to know Russian too.

She had thought that once she regained consciousness, a brand-new life awaited her.

Instead, she had suffered her first public humiliation.

Right now, Yelena only wanted to roll around on the floor and vanish from this place as quickly as possible.

But when she tried to muddle through, Leon called her out.

"Natasha, Yelena, stay behind for now."

Natasha stopped without the slightest question.

Yelena, on the other hand, went rigid all over. With an awkward smile, she pointed at herself. "Me too?"

"I think so." Leon nodded with a smile.

He deliberately puffed out his chest.

"You were talking about my muscles just now, so I thought I should give you a chance."

"Huh?" Caught off guard, Yelena took a step back. After hesitating, she actually stretched out her right hand. "So... I-I can touch them?"

Natasha's face darkened. She slapped the back of Yelena's head. "What exactly is going through your head now that you're awake?"

Yelena held her head, looking aggrieved. "The boss said he'd give me a chance..."

She had naturally slipped into the role of Leon's subordinate.

Leon shook his head speechlessly. How could a girl Yelena's age have so many bizarre ideas?

He said to the screen, "JARVIS, send the information on the Widow agents scattered around the world to the two of them."

"Certainly."

Natasha and Yelena walked behind Leon and looked at the portraits marked across the world on the screen. They vaguely realized why Leon had stopped them.

"So you want the two of us to lead the other Widows?" Natasha asked.

"That's right." Leon nodded. "As the former and current Black Widows, you two are the most suitable people to lead them."

"Huh? Black Widow? But I'm not one..." Yelena scratched the back of her head in confusion.

"You're not?" Leon paused.

In the original Worldline, Yelena had surpassed every record Natasha had set before becoming the new generation's Black Widow.

He had not expected that she had not become one yet.

Natasha pressed her lips together in a smile. "She was close to succeeding, but a year ago, I broke those records again."

Leon understood. This was an extension of the butterfly effect.

"Holy shit! No wonder my training load doubled back then! Do you know that nearly killed me?"

Yelena frantically grabbed at her hair.

As she spoke, she lunged at Natasha, trying to tackle her in a hug, but was swiftly subdued.

"Leon, ignore her. Tell us what you want us to do." Natasha said as she pinned Yelena beneath her.

"...After things here are finished, you'll first lead the others to rescue the Widows marked on the map."

"After injecting them with the inhibitor, give them the same choice."

"Bring those willing to join to see me. Destroy the files of those unwilling to join."

"Alright. I'll complete the mission as soon as possible." Natasha nodded solemnly, gratitude showing in her eyes.

One of her greatest wishes had always been for the other Widow agents to have lives of their own.

And now, because of Leon, that wish was about to come true.

Natasha felt that she owed this man more and more, to the point that she could hardly repay him.

Leon braced both hands on the desk. "But this is only the preliminary preparation. Once you've completed it, I have a more important mission for you."

"Boss, what mission is it? Are we going to save the world? Or strike against evil dark forces?"

Even while pinned beneath Natasha, Yelena shouted excitedly.

"Shut up!" Natasha twisted her sister's arm with force, and Yelena cried out in instant defeat.

"Boss, save me! Boss, Natasha's bullying me just because she's older!" She immediately began complaining.

Leon's eyelid twitched. He did not remember Yelena being this lively in the movies.

"How old is she this year?" he could not help asking Natasha.

They hadn't employed a child laborer, had they?

"She was born in 1988. She's twenty." Natasha remembered her sister's birthday clearly.

"She's older than me?" Leon was dumbfounded and stopped paying attention to Yelena.

This girl had probably been trapped for too long. Having suddenly gained her freedom, her thoughts had become overly active. Ignoring her was best.

"Boss, d-don't turn away. Look at me! Natasha is bullying me just because she's four years older than I am—ah!" Yelena suffered Natasha's punishment once again.

With tears in her eyes, she tried to move her boss with a pitiful gaze.

Yet Leon left her only a heartless back.

Natasha shook her head helplessly, then asked, "Can't you tell us about that mission in advance?"

"There's nothing that needs to be kept secret. The mission is actually very simple."

"Have the Widow agents around the world use their own channels to spread some evidence."

The faint glow from the screen cast Leon's face in a dim blue light. "Evidence that an evil organization which should have vanished into history still exists, and has already taken root across the world."

"What organization?" Natasha's pupils widened.

"Hydra." Leon spoke the name.

"Hydra? That organization Captain America destroyed still exists!? Oh my God, are we really going to save the world? That's incredible..." Yelena spoke up again.

Natasha also stared intently at Leon, waiting for him to reveal more details.

A smile appeared on Leon's face. "You've heard of an organization called S.H.I.E.L.D., haven't you..."

Over the next few minutes.

Leon gave the two of them a detailed account of Hydra's revival.

Thus, in just a few short minutes, the sisters' hearts were shaken beyond measure.

They had thought the Red Room was already the most deeply hidden and darkest organization in the world.

They had not expected there to be something even worse.

Hydra had actually taken over S.H.I.E.L.D.!

"This S.H.I.E.L.D. is the biggest cancer in the world!" said Natasha, who should have been joining S.H.I.E.L.D. at this point.

"Yes, you're right!" Leon's smile was nearly impossible to suppress.

He looked at Natasha, who in the movies had been Nick Fury's trusted confidante.

Yet now, she looked as if Black Braised Egg deserved to be sent straight to the guillotine.

A subtle sense of pleasure rose within him.

Ahem. He was still wearing the Superman uniform. He should not be having thoughts like that. What a sin. He would have to wait until he got home and took off the suit before laughing.

Before long, Natasha escorted Yelena out of the command room.

The two sisters wore completely different expressions.

Natasha looked grave, yet filled with fighting spirit.

Believing her hands to be stained with blood, what she most wanted was to save the world and make up for her sins.

Even if she had to sacrifice herself for it, she would do so willingly.

Or rather, after everything she had experienced, she had always possessed self-destructive tendencies. She merely wanted to do more to atone for her mistakes before she died.

Yelena, however, was different. She was so excited she nearly started jumping around.

As they walked out, she chattered nonstop about how she was going to become a great hero.

But regardless of how the two reacted.

They both increasingly felt that the organization Leon was about to establish would be a great organization that toiled in darkness and served the light.

Of course, if Leon could hear their thoughts, he would surely slap the table and burst out laughing.

After all, his original intention in establishing the organization was merely to make the Widow agents work for him more effectively.