On the brink of death, Lynn's overwhelming treatment

The torrential rain pounded on Lynn's black trench coat, trickling down the waterproof fabric in streaks. The muddy water underfoot was mixed with bits of flesh and entrails, making his military boots squeak and groan as he stepped on it.

The stench of blood in the air was so strong it was almost tangible; every breath felt like swallowing a rusty blade.

The Carnage was over. Apart from the crashing sound of the rain washing over the ruins, the surroundings were eerily quiet.

Lynn's gaze swept past the wreckage and headed straight for the abandoned steel pillar.

The white Silk Gwen Stacy had shot out earlier had been completely stained dark red. Natasha lay limp in the mud, her back against the cold steel. The huge bloody hole in her abdomen, pierced by the Adamantium claws, was still bubbling with blood foam with her weak breaths.

Excessive blood loss had left this top S.H.I.E.L.D.. agent deathly pale, her lips a lifeless bluish-gray. Her chest heaved barely, each breath accompanied by a wheezing, bellows-like sound.

Her vital signs had already fallen below the critical point. An ordinary person would have been a corpse the moment she was pierced. Natasha was able to hold on until now entirely thanks to the life-sustaining effect of the incomplete Super-Soldier Serum in her body, as well as a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Lynn walked up to her and slowly squatted down.

The edge of the military boot struck a cracked piece of concrete, making a slight dull thud.

It was this extremely faint sound that made the dying Natasha suddenly open her eyes.

Those green eyes, which should have been dulled by blood loss, erupted with two extremely fanatical flames the moment they saw Lynn's face. There was no fear of death, no trembling from the excruciating pain, only a near-mad sense of satisfaction.

Trembling, she raised her right hand, which was covered in mud and blood, her fingertips digging into the soil as she tried to support her broken body and move toward Lynn.

"Owner..."

Natasha's voice was hoarse beyond recognition, as if her vocal cords had been brutally sanded. She had barely uttered two words when a mouthful of thick, dark red blood gushed from the corner of her mouth and dripped onto the edge of Lynn's military boots.

Lynn extended his right hand, gloved in black leather, and pinched her cold chin, stopping her from moving around any further.

The temperature coming from my fingertips was frighteningly low.

"I failed... your territory..." Natasha's chest heaved violently, her green eyes filled with extreme self-reproach and humiliation. She even tried to turn her head away from Lynn's touch. "I'm so useless... I don't deserve to dirty your hands... Let me die here..."

This extremely twisted loyalty made her feel, even in her final moments, that her failure was a desecration of Lynn. She would rather rot in the mud like a stray dog than dare to ask Lynn to waste even a fraction of his strength to save her.

Lynn's dark eyes were devoid of any warmth. He looked at the once high and mighty Black Widow, now begging for death like a slave who had done something wrong, and his deepest desire for control was greatly satisfied.

But he absolutely would not allow his possessions to slip out of his control in this way.

"Shut up."

Lynn's voice was colder than a torrential downpour. He grabbed Natasha's wrist and tried to push her away, the force so great that her bones cracked.

"Your life is mine. Without my permission, even if death stands before you, you must live."

Domineering, ruthless, and leaving no room for argument.

These words struck Natasha like a hammer blow, slamming into her fragile mental Defense Line. Her green pupils contracted sharply, and the fervor in her eyes instantly surged to a chilling peak.

Lynn stopped talking and placed his left hand lightly on top of the horrific penetrating wound in Natasha's abdomen.

The Top-Tier Invisible Force Field, fused with the Invisible Woman Susan's, combined with the newly acquired Space Stitching Technique, was instantly activated at Lynn's fingertips.

A faint blue light shone in the pitch-black rainy night, like a materialized needle, piercing directly into Natasha's torn flesh.

This is not an ordinary medical procedure, but a physical restructuring that transcends biology.

A focused glint flashed in Lynn's eyes. He manipulated the Spatial Force Field at the microscopic level, forcibly pulling and reconnecting Natasha's ruptured intestines, broken blood vessels, and torn muscle tissue inch by inch.

"Ugh--!"

The excruciating pain from the Space Stitching far surpassed any form of torture. Even Natasha, who had undergone the Red Room's most brutal stress-resistance training, could not endure this torment of forcibly crushing and reassembling her cells.

A piercing scream escaped her throat, her muscles convulsing violently as if electrocuted. Her body thrashed wildly in the mud like a fish out of water, her once pale cheeks flushed crimson with extreme pain, and large drops of cold sweat mingled with the raindrops rolling down her forehead.

Lynn remained expressionless, her right hand gripping her shoulder as firmly as a hydraulic press, pinning her to the spot, preventing her from moving an inch no matter how much she struggled.

A pale blue light wove into a fine net at the wound.

Visibly, the outward-curling dark red flesh began to writhe and heal eerily. The severed arteries were forcibly pressed together by spatial forces, and blood began to circulate again; the shattered organs were restored to their original state under the pressure of the Force Field.

A burnt smell of flesh rubbing against flesh filled the air, accompanied by a faint crackling sound of electricity.

Not far away, Wanda hovered in the rain. The Scarlet Magic particles around her were extremely agitated due to her emotional turmoil. She stared intently at Lynn's hand on Natasha's abdomen, her teeth grinding together. In her Scarlet eyes, the venomous fire of jealousy almost burned away her reason. Lynn had actually expended so much energy for a mere mortal agent!

Standing on the other side of the ruins, Susan's breathing became rapid. She looked at the eerie blue light dancing on Lynn's fingertips—it was her power! The realization that Lynn had used the power she had offered to save another woman made Susan's chest ache, and her nails dug deeply into her palms.

Hanging Gwen Stacy on the steel frame, Gwen's face beneath the mask was terrifyingly grim. Her white Silk- shooters were gripped so tightly they were slightly deformed, ready to unleash their deadly fangs at any moment.

Lynn remained oblivious to the three terrifying killing intents emanating from the surrounding area, intents capable of destroying the city.

His entire focus was on the Space Stitching performed by his subordinates. As the last muscle fiber was forcibly connected, the fist-sized hole in Natasha's abdomen completely closed.

Her smooth, even skin was revealed again, without even a single scar. If it weren't for the blood all around her and her tattered combat uniform, you would never have guessed that she had just suffered a horrific injury that involved disembowelment.

Methods that surpass even death itself.

Lynn slowly withdrew his left hand, which was glowing blue, and flicked away the blood droplets remaining on his fingertips.

The nerve pressure caused by the Space Stitching reached its peak the moment the wound completely closed.

Natasha's body arched upwards in an exaggerated arc, her eyes rolled back, and she completely lost control of her body. The intense pain pierced her pain nerves, plunging her into a semi-conscious state.

However, just as her body was about to crash back into the mud.

Driven by her Subconscious obsession with Lynn, Natasha suddenly raised her hands.

She gripped Lynn's left wrist tightly before he could retract it.

Her ten fingers clenched like iron pincers, her nails almost digging into the seams of Lynn's black leather gloves. Then, she pressed her mud- and sweat-covered cheek heavily against the back of Lynn's hand.

Even in her unconscious state, she clung to her Deity like a vicious dog guarding its food, greedily absorbing the warmth from Lynn's body in the most primal and humble way.

The air above the ruins froze completely in that instant.

"Boom!"

The Scarlet Particles surrounding Wanda could no longer be suppressed, transforming into a violent magical beam that shot straight into the sky, instantly evaporating the rain.

The water beneath Susan's feet exploded under an invisible, terrifying pressure, surging outwards.

With a flick of her wrist, Gwen Stacy unleashed two spider Silk Dagger, imbued with high-voltage Bioelectricity, from her sleeve, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

Three destructive gazes simultaneously locked onto Natasha's two hands, which were tightly gripping Lynn's wrists.