It was afternoon.
Stark Tower, rooftop.
The wind is strong in the tall buildings.
Jessica stood quietly on the edge of the rooftop.
The tight-fitting pencil skirt accentuated her curves perfectly, without an ounce of excess fat, and the black stockings gleamed alluringly in the sunlight.
At this moment, she gazed indifferently at the bustling traffic on the road.
Not long after, the iron gate to the rooftop made a soft sound.
The door was pushed open.
Natasha walked in with graceful steps.
She is currently wearing a burgundy fitted suit dress.
The white shirt collar was slightly open, revealing a watermelon that seemed about to burst out, and her red hair swayed gently in the wind.
Two people, two sets of uniforms that would make any man's blood boil.
But at this moment, the atmosphere on the rooftop was as cold as the Siberia ice field.
"Oh, look who's here."
Jessica turned around and gave the other person a disdainful look.
"Our new assistant... What, has Mr. Tony Mr. Stark made you so bored that you can come to the rooftop for some fresh air?"
Natasha stopped in her tracks, a flawless smile on her face.
"I have to thank Mr. Stark for his generosity. After all, he doesn't need me to follow him around serving him tea and water all the time."
Natasha's gaze lingered on Jessica's black lace trim for two and a half seconds, her tone filled with undisguised sarcasm.
"However, seeing Assistant Jones's attire, I think I understand why Mr. Luca kept you around. After all, not everyone can treat the office like a red-light district."
Jessica's eyes turned cold.
"Stop your hypocritical tricks, Natalie. Or, should I call you by another name?"
Jessica took two steps forward, reducing the distance between them to less than two and a half meters.
Do you think you're behaving like an ordinary job seeker?
"The way you use your muscles when you walk, the way you observe your surroundings—it all tells me one thing: you're a systematically trained secret agent!"
Natasha's smile gradually faded.
She knew the other person was testing her.
" Miss Jones, you have a wonderful imagination. If you were to write a novel, it would surely be a bestseller."
"Whether it's imagination or not, you'll find out by trying it."
The words had barely left his mouth!
Jessica started with zero frames.
Although she was wearing ten-centimeter high heels, she moved as fast as a cheetah!
A fierce high kick swept directly towards Natasha's head!
Natasha reacted extremely quickly.
Immediately raise your arms and cross them to protect your head.
Bang!
A sound of collision rang out.
Natasha felt a tremendous force slam into her arm.
Then she uncontrollably slid back several steps, her high heels leaving two white marks on the ground.
Such incredible power!
Natasha was greatly alarmed.
This woman is definitely not an ordinary secret agent!
This power is simply beyond human capabilities!
Moreover, she felt that the other party didn't seem to be exerting much force.
She dared not imagine what it would be like if the other party used their full strength.
"The response is good."
Jessica sneered, giving Natasha no chance to catch her breath, and pressed forward again.
A series of punches came flying toward Natasha's face and chest.
Natasha immediately launched a counterattack.
First, he nimbly twisted his waist to dodge Jessica's heavy punch, then he lowered his body and swept his leg towards Jessica's ankle.
But Jessica easily dodged it with a simple leap.
The two got into a fight on the rooftop.
This is a battle filled with violence and temptation.
Two hot bodies collided repeatedly.
The suit skirt and pencil skirt rolled up during the vigorous movements, revealing large expanses of snow-white skin.
"Tear!"
Natasha seized the opportunity, grabbed Jessica by the collar, and tried to throw her over her shoulder.
But Jessica's strength is not something she can easily exploit.
Instead, the other person grabbed his wrist and pulled hard!
Natasha's white shirt was ripped open with a large tear.
Her black lace lingerie was exposed to the air, and her deep valley rose and fell with her rapid breathing.
"That's all you're capable of!"
Jessica then kicked Natasha in the stomach.
Natasha let out a muffled groan, then flew backward, crashing heavily into the wire mesh.
"Cough cough..."
Natasha clutched her stomach and struggled to her feet.
Her hair was disheveled, and her red dress was torn open, revealing her long, slender legs.
She knew she couldn't beat this woman.
Her opponent not only possessed fighting skills on par with hers, but also completely overwhelmed her in terms of strength and speed.
Jessica didn't move either, and straightened her slightly disheveled skirt.
Of course, she didn't use her full strength at all; she only used about one-tenth of her power.
Otherwise, with his physical abilities comparable to Captain America's, the opponent would have been dead long ago.
However, his physical abilities are only similar to Captain America's.
In terms of strength, she typically weighs ten tons; in other aspects, she would easily defeat Steve Rogers.
She can fly, climb walls, launch bio-electric toxin bombs, manipulate pheromones to control enemies and influence their emotions.
In terms of fighting skills, she is the organization's ace.
Captain America is at best 40/60 with her.
Without thinking further, Jessica walked up to Natasha and looked down at her.
Don't waste your energy.
"I don't care if you were sent by S.H.I.E.L.D.. or some other reckless organization. Take my advice, resign now."
" The Stark brothers are a very complex group; it's not something an agent of your caliber can test."
Jessica extended a finger and lifted Natasha's chin.
"If you stay here, you'll die a horrible death. And no one can save you."
Natasha slapped Jessica's hand away, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and stared at her coldly.
"And who sent you? Why are you in such a hurry to get rid of me? Are you afraid I'll steal your mission, or are you afraid I'll find out your background?"
Jessica didn't answer the question and turned to walk towards the rooftop door.
"Remember my warning. Next time we meet, I won't hold back."
With the sound of the door closing, Jessica disappeared from the rooftop.
Natasha leaned against the wire mesh, panting heavily.
He quickly took out his communicator and dialed Nick Fury's hotline.
"Chief, it's me."
"How's the situation, Agent Romanoff?" Fury's deep voice came through.
"Not good."
Natasha looked down at her torn clothes, her tone becoming very serious.
"I just got into a fight with Luca Stark's personal assistant."
"She won?"
"Yes, I was overwhelmed. Her strength and speed completely surpassed mine. She's a superhuman."
Fury remained silent for a long time on the other end of the communicator.
"OMG Fuck!"
"Has Stark Industries become a monster shelter?! Even the assistants who serve tea and water are superpowered?!"
"She warned me to resign immediately," Natasha continued her report.
"Chief, she might be a spy sent by another organization. Should we take action?"
Fury snorted coldly.
"No. Since she didn't kill you or reveal your identity to the Stark brothers, it means she had her reservations."
"You continue to stay close to Tony Stark. Don't provoke that woman."
"I'll find out exactly who this Jessica Jones is."
"Understood, Chief."
Natasha hung up the call, straightened her clothes, and turned to leave the rooftop.