Natasha's awakening: the woman who refused anesthesia

A blinding red light pulsed wildly across Lynn's retina.

The alarm on the System Panel was shrill and piercing, indicating that the value of the unknown spiritual energy invasion was soaring.

In the Holographic Projection, Nick Fury's single eye gleamed with a chilling light. On the dusty file in his hand, the black "X" mark seemed to possess some kind of eerie magic.

"Lynn, your physical defense and magic are indeed invincible." Fury's lips curled into a mocking sneer, "But the human brain is defenseless."

Sizzle--

The video feed cut off instantly, and the communication frequency turned into static.

Lynn sat on the dark red Throne, his fingers lightly tapping the leather armrests. Charles Xavier, Professor X. This old fox, having exhausted all other options, had actually set his sights on the most powerful Mutants brain, attempting to use mind control to turn the tide.

The strong smell of blood interrupted Lynn's thoughts.

He lowered his eyes. Natasha, kneeling before his shoes, had her hospital gown stained dark red all over her abdomen. The forceful act of standing up and kneeling down had caused the Space Stitching wound to reopen. Blood flowed down her pale legs onto the wooden floor, pooling into a glaring puddle.

Susan stood to the side, a calculating glint in her blue eyes. She immediately stepped forward, pointing to the bloodstains on the ground. "Lynn, she's bleeding to death! The wound has completely ripped open. If she's not immediately taken back to the medical bay for deep anesthesia and forced stitches, she won't live more than ten minutes."

Susan's voice carried a veneer of concern, but her eyes were as cold as ice. She knew all too well that once Natasha was stuffed back into that canister filled with anesthetic gas, this mortal agent would lose her chance to compete for Lynn's favor.

Wanda glanced coldly at Natasha, a Scarlet appearing at her fingertips. "Mortal bodies are so fragile. You've made such a mess of this place; you should just go to sleep."

Two overwhelming pressures, akin to those of Skyfather-level, subtly locked onto Natasha on the ground.

"Get out of here!"

A hoarse, yet extremely obsessive growl escaped from Natasha's throat.

She suddenly raised her head, her pale face covered in cold sweat, and the veins on her forehead throbbed. She ripped the remaining IV needle from the back of her hand, drawing out a string of blood beads.

"I don't need anesthesia!" Natasha gritted her teeth, her mouth filled with the taste of blood. Ignoring Susan and Wanda's hostility, she braced herself on the blood-soaked floor and dragged herself forward half an inch, bringing her face even closer to Lynn's shoes.

"Don't touch me!" Just as Susan's Invisible Force Field was about to descend, Natasha turned her head like an enraged she-wolf, her eyes filled with a chilling ferocity. "Anyone who dares to make me fall asleep, I'll bite their throat!"

Susan was so shocked by this reckless ferocity that she took a half step back.

Natasha raised her head again, her gaze fixed on Lynn on the Throne with fervor. She knew this was her only chance. Faced with these world-destroying monsters, she had to be even more ruthless and reckless than them to survive in Lynn's sight.

"Master..." Natasha gasped for breath, each breath straining against her torn muscle fibers. She even dug her trembling fingers into the edge of the ruptured wound on her abdomen, forcibly pinching the turned-out flesh back together!

"Hiss--"

The chilling tearing sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet hall.

Natasha convulsed violently in pain, her fingernails digging deep into her flesh. Cold sweat soaked her red hair, dripping onto Lynn's shoes. But her eyes remained fixed on Lynn, not even blinking.

"As long as you watch me, I won't die." Natasha's voice trembled violently, yet it carried a chilling, self-destructive loyalty. "Fury's communications are encrypted, but if you give me supercomputing access to the building... I can trace them back. This pain is nothing."

madman.

Wanda and Susan felt a chill run down their spines as they watched. They possessed Deity power, but they could never do what Natasha did, trampling their own lives like dirt just to get a glance from Lynn.

Lynn sat on the Throne, looking down at the woman struggling in a pool of blood.

He didn't speak, but slowly leaned down.

Cold fingers gripped Natasha's sweat-soaked chin, forcing her to lift her head. Lynn's thumb pressed heavily against her bloodless lips, feeling her frantic trembling from the excruciating pain.

"Want to prove your worth?" Lynn's voice was cold, but carried an undisguised admiration.

He loved this tool that was completely tamed and willing to show its sharpness at all costs.

Lynn didn't try to relieve her pain. Instead, a wisp of chaotic, Chaos Magic flowed from his fingertips, burrowing directly into Natasha's body through her chin. This magic didn't heal the wound; instead, it acted like a stimulant, forcefully stimulating her nerve endings, amplifying her pain by a factor of two, while simultaneously keeping her mind completely clear.

"Ugh--"

Natasha let out a muffled groan of extreme pain, her body arching like a shrimp. But the next second, she managed a morbid smile amidst the agony.

This was the pain Lynn bestowed upon her.

This is the proof Lynn needs from her!

"Then let me see just how deep your knife can cut." Lynn released her hand, leaned back in his chair, and looked down at her coldly.

"Yes... Master!"

Natasha seemed to have been given a shot of adrenaline. She knelt in the pool of blood and, with her own blood-stained hands, grabbed the miniature Intelligence Terminal.

Fingers blurred into afterimages on the Virtual Keyboard.

The crisp knocking sound echoed in the hall. Natasha's breathing was rapid and labored, like a broken bellows, and blood was still dripping from her abdomen. Her vision was blurred with pain, but she bit her tongue hard, using the sweet, metallic taste to stimulate herself and stay focused.

Lines of green code scrolled wildly across the Holographic Screens. S.H.I.E.L.D..'s underlying firewall, Fury's encrypted frequency bands, the springboard logic of the satellite relay station... were violently dismantled layer by layer in the mind of the Red Room's top agents.

Lynn picked up her coffee and watched with satisfaction as the progress bar on the screen moved forward rapidly.

The obvious favoritism and admiration in his gaze as he looked at Natasha was like a red-hot iron rod, piercing the hearts of the two women beside him.

Wanda's breathing became erratic instantly.

She stared intently at the way Lynn looked at Natasha, her nails digging deep into her palms, dripping blood onto the floor. Why? She could wipe out a city in an instant, yet Lynn wouldn't even glance at her, instead smiling at this blood-soaked mortal?

The extreme panic of having her territory invaded caused the Scarlet light in Wanda's eyes to surge like boiling magma.

Susan gritted her teeth so hard they almost broke.

She watched Natasha, in the building she had given up, using the supercomputing network she had provided, trying to please the man she had sworn to possess. The humiliation of Magpie Takes Over the Nest made her tremble.

This can't go on.

If this ordinary agent were to actually uncover Fury's trump card, then her position beside Lynn would be reduced to a completely dispensable supporting role!

Susan clenched her fists tightly, a resolute madness flashing in her blue eyes.

She took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the depths of the building's floor. There, sealed away, lay the Fantastic Four's most crucial and dangerous ultimate weapon.

"Drop--"

The terminal emitted a crisp beep.

Natasha collapsed, clutching her bleeding abdomen with both hands. She raised her pale face and gave Lynn a weak yet extremely fervent smile.

"Master... I caught his tail."

Lynn put down her coffee cup, a satisfied smile curving her lips.

Susan, standing beside him, had already silently taken half a step back, her fingertips quickly drawing a complex Highest Access Privileges unlock gesture in the air.

The inward-rolling meat grinder, at this moment, was running at full speed.

The red alert on my retina was flashing wildly.

Lynn sat on the dark red Throne, a sharp, piercing pain suddenly shooting through the depths of his mind. It was as if an extremely sharp, invisible icicle was relentlessly trying to pry open his mental Defense Line along the communication frequency that Fury had just severed.

Charles Xavier.

The old bald man in the wheelchair was finally forced to make his move by Fury's trump card.

Lynn's lips curled into a mocking sneer. He didn't even mobilize a single Chaos Magic to defend himself. Just as that powerful mental tentacle was about to touch the depths of his memory, the system's built-in absolute mental shielding mechanism was suddenly activated.

There was no earth-shattering energy collision, only a muffled strangulation sound in my mind.

The Psychic Power that tried to probe his mind was like a thread caught in an industrial shredder; it couldn't even last a second before being shredded into nothingness.

"Is that all you've got? You think you can see my brain?" Lynn picked up his now-cold coffee, his eyes full of disdain.

Although the system blocked the aftershocks of the mental Impact, the residual fluctuations still swept through the hall.

Wanda snorted coldly, a flash of Scarlet light appearing at her fingertips, easily crushing the fluctuation. Susan grunted and took half a step back, a blue Invisible Force Field rippling in front of her.

Natasha, kneeling in a pool of blood, had already lost enough blood to be lethal, and had just exhausted all her energy trying to crack Fury's frequency. As this mental shockwave swept over her, her body stiffened abruptly, a hissing sound like a broken bellows escaped her throat, she tilted her head back and spat out a mouthful of black blood, then slammed heavily onto the floor, completely losing consciousness.

Susan's eyes lit up instantly.

This is a golden opportunity!

"She has lost more than the warning line, and her internal organs have ruptured. She must be given deep anesthesia and forced suturing immediately!" Susan declared, using a high-sounding pretext to give Wanda no chance to intervene.

The ethereal blue Invisible Force Field instantly transformed into an invisible cocoon, tightly enveloping the unconscious Natasha. Susan's fingers rapidly tugged in the void, directly activating the Highest Access Privileges to the Baxter Building's lower level.

The floor cracked open, Force Field enveloped Natasha, causing her to sink directly into the top-tier medical pod located on the third underground level.

After doing all this, Susan let out a long sigh of relief.

As long as this woman, who is most adept at currying favor, is placed in the medical pod and given the highest concentration of deep anesthesia, she definitely won't wake up for at least three to five days. During this time, she will be the only one who can fill the position next to Lynn.

"The unsightly trash is finally cleaned up." Wanda glanced at the bloodstains on the ground, the jealousy in her eyes subsiding slightly.

Lynn ignored the two women's thoughts. He stood up and walked to the holographic monitoring screen at the edge of the hall. The screen clearly displayed the images of the three underground medical pods.

Inside the transparent cylindrical medical pod, Natasha was immersed in a pale blue, highly concentrated repair solution. A robotic arm precisely extended and inserted a large anesthetic catheter into her vein.

High concentrations of nerve-anesthetic gas began to permeate the cabin. The bone and flesh remodeling repair fluid was extremely potent; it forcibly induced cell division, a process accompanied by excruciating pain that could kill a person, so it had to be combined with deep anesthesia.

Susan stood behind Lynn, watching the screen, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. Sleep, sleep as long as you can.

But the next second, Susan's smile froze completely.

In the surveillance footage, Natasha, who should have been in a deep coma, suddenly opened her eyes!

Those green eyes were filled with terrifying red blood vessels, showing no sign of drowsiness, only a burning, chilling fanaticism and obsession.

"That's impossible!" Susan exclaimed. "That dose of anesthesia could knock out an elephant instantly!"

Lynn squinted, her gaze fixed on the screen.

Natasha didn't remove the anesthetic catheter from her vein at all. In the last second before the anesthetic was about to take her consciousness away, she did something that sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

She raised her right hand and plunged her fingers deep into the still-bleeding, stitched-up abdominal wound!

"Hiss--"

The dull thud of flesh being forcibly torn could be heard throughout the hall.

Natasha used the most primal and brutal pain to forcefully break through the nerve paralysis caused by the chemical agents! She convulsed violently in the repair fluid, swallowing large gulps of the pale blue liquid, each breath accompanied by a string of bloody bubbles.

A bloody hand suddenly slammed onto the glass inside the hatch.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Natasha pounded her elbows against the walls of the medical bay. Ignoring the pain of her dislocated bones, she ripped off all the tubes connecting her to her body. Alarms blared shrilly in the basement, the pressure inside the bay plummeted, and the safety lockout was forcibly disengaged.

laugh--

The hatch depressurized and popped open, spilling pale blue repair fluid mixed with blood all over the floor.

Natasha collapsed onto the cold metal floor, soaking wet, like a demon crawling out of a pool of blood from Hell. The intense itching and pain from the forced healing of her flesh caused her muscles to twitch uncontrollably.

But she did not collapse.

She gripped the cracks in the floorboards with both hands, slowly pushing herself up. She tilted her head back, her gaze sweeping over the cold basement, fixed on the Surveillance Camera on the ceiling.

She knew Lynn was watching her.

"Owner..."

Even through the screen, Lynn could read the fervent address from her moving, pale lips.

Lynn turned around, ignoring Susan's ashen face and Wanda's shocked expression, and headed straight for the private elevator leading to the basement.

The elevator doors opened on the third basement level.

The strong smell of chemicals mixed with the stench of blood assaulted my nostrils.

Lynn's leather shoes made a crisp sound as he stepped on the puddle floor. He walked to the medical pod and looked down at Natasha, who was lying on the ground.

"Why did you remove the anesthesia?" Lynn's voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

Natasha struggled to lift her head. Her short red hair clung tightly to her cheeks, and water droplets splattered from her chin onto the ground. The wound on her abdomen, reopened and looked gruesome from her earlier self-harm, but her eyes shone with a frightening light.

"Anesthesia... will put me to sleep." Natasha gasped for breath, her voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping. "A sleeping knife... cannot cut. I must... remain awake at all times, ready to answer your call at any moment."

Like a sick dog begging for its owner's touch, she exposed her most vulnerable neck completely to Lynn's gaze.

ruthless.

He was extremely ruthless to himself.

Lynn's desire for control was completely satisfied. He loved this top-tier tool, whose memories had been implanted by the system and were now completely distorted, living only for him.

"Well done."

Lynn was generous with his praise. He slowly squatted down, reached out his right hand, and without hesitation ruffled Natasha's wet red hair. His fingers slid down her cheek, wiping away the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"As long as your blade is sharp enough, there will always be a place for you by my side."

Natasha's body trembled violently, not from pain, but from extreme ecstasy. She instinctively rubbed her cheek against Lynn's cold palm, her eyes filled with a morbid obsession that was almost overflowing.

This scene was transmitted back to the top floor lobby without any delay through the basement surveillance cameras.

Click.

Five deep finger marks were etched into the solid wood bar counter beside Wanda. She stared intently at the screen showing Lynn stroking Natasha, her eyes burning with a Scarlet light like boiling lava.

Why?!

How could a lowly agent without any superpowers, a scumbag who only knows how to gain sympathy through self-harm, possibly deserve Lynn's touch and promises?!

The extreme panic and jealousy caused by the invasion of her territory caused the Chaos Particles around Wanda to overflow uncontrollably, instantly dropping the temperature of the entire hall to freezing point.

Susan, standing on the other side, was deathly pale.

Her meticulously planned anesthesia operation not only failed to eliminate Natasha, but instead became a stepping stone for this woman to demonstrate her utmost loyalty to Lynn! Lynn's words, "There will always be a place for you," were like a resounding slap across her face.

"Intelligence... Loyalty... Ruthless enough..."

Susan bit her lip until she tasted the sweet, metallic flavor of blood. Her prized technological skyscraper paled in comparison to the self-mutilation of this ordinary human agent in Lynn's eyes!

We cannot lose.

We absolutely cannot lose to that red-haired bitch!

Susan whirled around, a resolute madness igniting in her blue eyes. Since she couldn't win in a ruthless contest, she would fight to see who could give him more, who could bring him true, irreplaceable, absolute power!

She strode quickly toward the deepest part of the building's core laboratory.

There, there was a large alloy door, sealed shut by Reed with thirty-six biological codes. Behind the door lay the most dangerous research results of the Fantastic Four's life, an absolute taboo that Reed strictly forbade anyone to touch.

Susan placed her hand on the recognition panel without hesitation.

"Since you want to see the value..." Susan stared at the slowly opening heavy metal door, its interior radiating a chilling, eerie blue light. Her voice held a desperate, obsessive intensity, "Lynn, I will personally present the endless energy of the entire Negative Zone to your Throne!"