May said nothing. She simply took a step forward.
Ward shouted, pushed off the floor, and charged like a bull. His speed and strength were several times greater than before, and the wind from his charge howled through the cargo hold.
But he never even touched the hem of May's clothes.
May twisted her body at an unbelievable angle, dodging his heavy punch while kicking him in the back of the knee.
Ward stumbled. Before he could regain his balance, May's elbow slammed into the back of his neck.
Thud!
Ward crashed onto the metal floor, making the entire floor of the cargo hold shake.
"Your muscle density has increased, but you've lost your composure." May looked down at him. "Being stronger doesn't mean you can win. The way you move now, all I see are openings."
Ward gritted his teeth and climbed to his feet. The LV4 physique he took such pride in couldn't even last a single exchange against this woman.
May looked utterly composed, but inwardly, she was extremely pleased with her condition. Her physique was weaker than Ward's-by Vought's standards, it should have been LV3-and she truly couldn't match him in raw strength. But that all-around improvement in physical function meshed perfectly with her years of fighting instincts.
Difficult moves she had once been unable to perform now came at will.
To give Skye some relief, Coulson took Pietro out to the New York Police Department.
Coulson was speaking face-to-face with a senior official in the department.
"Listen, sir, the surveillance footage from those blocks involves internal classified information. With S.H.I.E.L.D. in the mess it's in, its credibility is long gone. Why should I give you access?" The senior police official looked impatient, tapping his fingers on the desk.
Coulson smiled, his tone calm and carrying