Things weren't at their worst yet. At least Thor and Tony were still alive.
If they provoked him into a killing spree, things would get far worse.
Steve wisely chose not to make a move for now.
Yongye looked past Steve at Black Widow beside him, his tone turning teasing.
"As for you... I wouldn't mind having a bout with you."
Black Widow Natasha felt a rush of relief, followed by delight. The corners of her lips lifted slightly.
Her smile spread to her eyes, and her voice took on just the right touch of allure.
"Remember what you said. Don't go back on your word."
She drew out the last syllable softly, with a tremor that could set hearts racing.
For her, her beauty had always been a powerful tool for getting the job done.
Once this absurdly powerful mystery enemy took off his super armor, he would be hers to deal with however she pleased.
Because of Iron Man, Natasha instinctively assumed Yongye was an ordinary man inside his armor.
She only needed to create an opportunity for him to take it off, and she could turn the tables.
"Who are you? Why did you fight Tony and the others?"
Natasha asked with apparent curiosity while shifting one nearly imperceptible step forward and to the side, as lightly as a cat crossing snow.
She had watched the mystery man closely. He had a habit: whenever someone asked him a question, his gaze drifted unconsciously to the left.
At that instant, his right hand loosened slightly, as though ready to draw something at any moment.
To her, that tiny instinctive reaction might as well have been written on a blackboard.
The more details like that she gathered, the better. They could help her turn the tables when it mattered.