At that moment, Hawkeye felt the person behind him move away, then slowly walk around in front of him.
It was none other than Natasha, who had just died.
She looked at Hawkeye with a triumphant smile.
Hawkeye was rather embarrassed. After all, he had just said he would be the final winner, only for the situation to reverse in a matter of seconds.
Then he simply closed his eyes and waited to die.
Several seconds passed, but nothing happened.
Hawkeye opened his eyes in confusion, while the smile on Natasha's face grew somewhat stiff.
Now it was Natasha's turn to be embarrassed.
"Ahem, well, looks like you're pretty lucky, Barton. The instant-death effect didn't trigger."
Natasha spoke as though nothing had happened.
As though she hadn't been the one acting as if victory was already assured.
"I didn't expect you to fool me, Natasha. What was that just now? A clone?" Hawkeye took the initiative to change the subject, too.
After all, Natasha wasn't the only one who was embarrassed.
Let's just pretend none of that happened!
"That? You could call her a clone, but to be precise, she's my shadow," Natasha said.
"Your shadow?" At that, Hawkeye hurriedly looked down at Natasha's feet.
Sure enough, there was nothing at Natasha's feet. Her shadow was gone.
Just then, the pitch-black thing lying nearby suddenly seemed to melt, turning from three-dimensional to flat. She swam along the ground to Natasha's feet, then twisted and stretched back into the shape of a shadow.
At the sight, Hawkeye shook his head in admiration. "Every class really is amazing."
Natasha nodded in agreement. "You can say that again. This shadow of mine can use all my abilities, and she's actually immune to any attack except psychic ones. When your lightning arrow went through