"Su Ka, you are not allowed to use her face. Fake, you are not Yelena."
The office furniture had been smashed to pieces by the two combatants. Burning documents drifted slowly down through the air as Natasha held a dagger in a reverse grip, facing her little sister across a desk.
The bullets had long since run out, leaving both sides with only cold weapons. That was beside the point.
As one of the Marvel Universe's top agents, the clever Natasha knew she was dreaming. She had never taken part in any graduation exam, nor had she needed to. Nothing happening now made any sense.
Setting aside the fact that her body had reverted to how it looked at thirteen, Yelena, who was younger than her, was actually stronger. In both strength and speed, she overwhelmingly surpassed Natasha. If Natasha had not retained all her years of work experience, she might truly have been unable to handle her.
Yes, the real Yelena was no weakling either, and she did use White Widow as her codename. But that had only happened years after graduating from Loyalty Academy. It was absolutely not how things were in this dream.
Still, Natasha had to admit that there was something she liked about this nightmare: the battlefield was not bad. She had always wanted to cause a scene in this palace.
If the dream had not been so realistic, if injuries did not hurt so much, and if she had not been afraid to test what would happen if she died in a dream, perhaps she would not have fought the other sisters so seriously.
"Hee hee! Sister Romanoff! I am Yelena!"
On the other side of the desk, the blonde girl in tight white leather let out a piercing laugh. Her neck moved like