Natasha lowered her lashes and stopped struggling, waiting for another chance.
Yongye caught both tiny movements and grinned without restraint.
He already had the gorgeous foreign woman in his grasp, and she still wanted to escape? Dream on!
His gaze lifted from Natasha's face, passed over Steve's shoulder, and settled on the dark red cape. His thoughts raced.
Steve and Natasha had naturally looked to Superman for help.
It seemed this Superman hadn't appeared out of nowhere. He had been around all along.
Was this world a fusion of Marvel and DC?
If he fought Superman, would the entire Justice League come after him?
That would be one hell of a fight to start with. A bit beyond the syllabus...
Meanwhile, Tony Stark fought through the pain and roared:
"Superman! Take this guy down!"
"He's bad news!"
Even as he shouted, he clutched the dark red mess between his legs. Veins bulged at his temples. His faceplate had retracted on its own, and his stubbled face was deathly pale.
Yongye glanced down at him and taunted him to his face:
"You're already a eunuch, and you still won't shut up!"
"Want me to take it a step further and turn you into a woman?"
Tony ground his teeth but said nothing more. He just stared at Superman.
Superman took two steps forward, planting his feet on the web of cracks in the floor. His figure cast a huge shadow in the afternoon sun.
His heavy gaze bore down on Yongye like an iron curtain descending from the sky.
His voice was steady and forceful, its authority impossible to ignore.
"Someone set a trap to delay me, and you said I shouldn't be here. That makes you a prime suspect."
"You also injured members of the Avengers Alliance and stole their