{Chapter: 265 Grandpa Likes It}
William's expression didn't waver in the slightest. His voice remained calm, confident, and cold. "Cruelty, madness, desire—they're not flaws. They're simply threads woven into the same divine dance. I never once claimed to be a noble man. Only inevitable. The line between imagination and reality is often blurred, but your judgment doesn't change anything. Whether you think I'm cruel, heartless, or some depraved villain, that's just your interpretation. I live by my own code. I do what I want—nothing more, nothing less."
He leaned in ever so slightly, his breath brushing against Natasha's ear like an unwanted whisper.
Natasha's body reacted with a subtle shiver, not from fear but from a sudden surge of adrenaline. Her expression shifted swiftly, and a sly smile curled her lips. "Is that so? In that case, you really do fit the role of the bad guy perfectly."
William studied her face with amusement. "It would be a crime if you weren't an actress. Every top-tier agent has to be a master of deception, after all."
"Is that your way of calling me fake?" Natasha arched a brow. "Listen, I know you enjoy these little close encounters, but how about showing a sliver of consideration for someone else's feelings? Maybe just talk to me like a normal person for once."
William laughed softly. "You know, for that attitude alone, I'll honor your request. But don't get too comfortable—we've got a long journey ahead." He placed deliberate emphasis on the word "long."
He finally let go of her, releasing her from his grasp. Then, as if savoring the moment, he patted his own chest. "Still warm. Surprisingly cozy very intimate."
Natasha quickly took several steps back, increasing the distance between them to at least three meters. Her posture remained defensive, wary.
"Really?" she asked flatly.
"Of course," William replied with a smirk. "You've got a lovely figure. Especially your big—"
"Don't finish that sentence," Natasha interrupted, her voice sharp.
William chuckled but said nothing more. For now.
After a moment of silence, Natasha narrowed her eyes and asked, "I really didn't expect you to shift from a car to a human body. What exactly are you? Some kind of advanced robot?"
"Trying to get intel on me now?" William mused. "That's fine. The car's just one of my many forms. But no, I'm not a robot. Have you ever seen a robot this handsome?"
"I've never seen anyone quite as shameless as you," Natasha muttered. "Still, your transformation—what kind of tech allows that?"
William lifted his chin proudly. "It's not just technology. What you witnessed can't be replicated. I'm the only one capable of it. Impressed?"
"Sure. Let's go with that," Natasha said, her voice laced with sarcasm. "So what's your deal? Are you here to interfere with my mission? Trying to stop me from finding the Hulk?"
"No, no," William said lazily, waving a hand. "I'm just here to have a little fun—and you happened to be in the area."
"Is that right?" Natasha said coolly. "Then do you have any idea what I'm trying to do?"
William shrugged. "Women's thoughts are more elusive than shadows. I've never pretended to understand. But if you're not too busy, how about a striptease? Lighten the mood."
Natasha's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. "I should kill you for that."
"There's a long list of people who want me dead," William replied nonchalantly. "Where do you rank among them? Of course, if you prefer trying to 'kill' me on the bed, I'm open to that too."
"I'll just kill you now instead," Natasha hissed.
Without warning, she flicked her wrist, sending a small metallic disc toward William. It emitted a glowing blue hue as it spun through the air.
William caught it mid-flight, inspecting it curiously. "What's this? A gadget? A toy?"
But Natasha was already on the move, turning her back on him and sprinting forward. Over her shoulder, she said coldly, "Something designed to kill you."
BOOM!
A violent flash of blue light erupted, illuminating the area with blinding brilliance. The resulting explosion sent shockwaves in every direction, igniting the surroundings in a storm of fire and destruction.
Natasha was caught in the blast's outer wave. The intense force hurled her backward like a ragdoll. She screamed as she hit the ground, rolling across the terrain several times before finally coming to a stop, pain etched across her face.
Gritting her teeth, she pushed herself up slowly, every muscle aching, her body singed from the heat. Her sharp eyes stared ahead at the massive crater—roughly ten meters wide—where William had been standing.
A deep pit, charred at the edges, marked the center of the blast zone.
Breathing heavily, Natasha muttered under her breath, "Tesseract-based weaponry… even one prototype is terrifying. With an explosion like that, no one could possibly survive. William, you arrogant freak, you didn't see this coming, did you?"
Her voice was cold, yet tinged with something else—resolve.
Natasha approached the circular pit with steady, deliberate steps. The crater, still scorched and radiating heat, was a reminder of the devastation she had unleashed moments ago. Smoke curled from the shattered earth, rising like ghosts. Her boots crunched softly over loose debris as she moved toward the center of the impact zone.
She stared down at the figure lying at the bottom of the pit—motionless, silent, limbs sprawled like a puppet with its strings cut.
A chill ran through her, but she forced her voice to stay composed.
"William," she said quietly, "I wonder if you finally understand what pain feels like… or maybe even warmth. Something human."
For a moment, silence reigned.
Then, as if from a nightmare, the corpse stirred. One hand twitched. Then, slowly, it rose—stretching out unnaturally.
A rasping voice answered. "Do you want me to tell you?"
Natasha took a sharp step back, her pulse spiking.
Her eyes narrowed with disbelief. "No… That's impossible. You were at ground zero. That bomb—it used the infinite energy of the Tesseract. Nothing survives that."
William sat up, his face bruised but calm, almost amused. Streams of golden, liquid-like energy coursed through his veins. Shattered bones realigned, torn flesh healed in moments. Elemental particles twisted around him, forming strange, semi-organic shapes that vanished once their purpose was complete.
"It hurt," William said, flexing his fingers. "A little. But not bad. Honestly, it was... refreshing."
Natasha instinctively pulled her pistol from her side holster and aimed it at his head.
"Who the hell are you?" she demanded.
He tilted his head, smiling slightly. "A human. One who learned how fragile life is… and how easily it can be reshaped."
He stepped forward, boots cracking ash and glass beneath them. "You really thought you could kill me with a single explosion? That's cute. Natasha, you've always been confident… but now I see it was arrogance all along."
His smile darkened.
"But you did one thing right. You've made me angry."
Natasha's finger squeezed the trigger. She fired round after round. The air thundered with the sound of gunfire.
But each bullet froze mid-flight—suspended, spinning slowly in the air between them. William raised a hand and flicked one. It pinged harmlessly off a nearby rock.
"Bullets? Is that all?" he said. "Each one is a punishment, but not for me."
Natasha's expression hardened. She turned and broke into a sprint, heading for the edge of the crater. "Damn it." Natasha knew that she couldn't hurt William anyway, so she turned around and ran.
William's figure blurred—and suddenly, he was there, standing before her like a phantom pulled from the shadows.
"Running? You should know better than that."
With a growl, Natasha launched a powerful kick, aiming for his side. William caught her ankle mid-air, stopping her momentum cold.
Her body twisted in response, turning her fall into a sweeping motion as she tried to wrap herself around his neck and bring him down with her. She moved like a whip—fluid and precise.
But William didn't fall. Instead, he gripped her by the wrist and slammed her down onto the ground, pinning her with ease. His weight pressed against her back as he knelt down, holding her arm firmly.
"Still so flexible. You know, under different circumstances, this position might have led somewhere… far more enjoyable," he whispered mockingly. "But alas, here we are."
"Get off me!" Natasha snarled, thrashing beneath him.
"Such spirit," William chuckled. "You struggle like a wildcat. I like that. It makes victory so much sweeter."
"You son of a—!" She bucked hard, but he didn't move. Her face was flushed with rage and humiliation.
This humiliating posture made Natasha extremely angry, "Get down, I'm going to kill you."
"You're up here, and you still want me to get down, how can it be so easy? Natasha, all this is your own fault. I can't talk to you nicely. Since you chose this method, why don't I cooperate with you? In fact, I also like this direct method." William said with a wicked smile. "You wanted to play rough. So now we're playing. You brought this on yourself."
William leaned in close, his voice low, filled with cruel satisfaction. "You made your choice the moment you pulled the trigger. You chose to confront me like this. So I'll respond… the only way I know how."
Natasha glared at him, her voice icy. "You're sick."
"Perhaps. But you'll remember this moment, won't you?"
Damn it." Natasha struggled hard.
William, who was sitting on Natasha's back, smiled and said, "Keep struggling, keep moving, I like it, keep going, baby."
"You'll regret this," she hissed.
William laughed—cold, amused, and utterly merciless.
"Ah, the classic line. People always say that to me, like it holds any power. Spoiler alert—it doesn't. By the way, keep struggling, aren't you having fun?" William said with a smile.
"Ah..." Natasha struggled hard.
"You pervert with mental problems, I won't do what you want, let me up if you have the guts."
"So, I'm not capable of pressing you under me? No, this is exactly a very capable performance. How many people can press the world-famous Black Widow under them?" William said with a wicked smile.
Natasha's eyes kept changing, as if she was thinking about how to get out of the current predicament.
"Okay, now it's time to discuss how to punish you." William put one hand on Natasha's buttocks. ..
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