In Marvel, people are slime Chapter 075

“Actually…”

“Your father left you something.”

Slime cleared his throat and magically pulled out… a grenade.

Wrong one, put it back… and pulled out a glowing blue reactor.

Two equally bewildered faces looked over.

“What is it?”

“Whose father?”

“A reactor with a new element structure… something that can save your life.”

“I analyzed a very interesting atomic structure from the city model your old man Howard left behind. I used it to create a new Arc Reactor, which has no risk of palladium poisoning and no harmful radiation.”

Slime tossed the round lump in his hand, “Simply put, you don’t have to die.”

“Shouldn’t you thank your father?”

Tony Stark glanced at him, guessing his malicious intent, but he had no time or mood to quibble with him now…

Stark took the reactor Slime threw over and examined it carefully in his hand. The new reactor looked no different from the old model.

He was still somewhat incredulous, looking at the reactor then at Slime with a suspicious gaze.

Could such a thing be hidden in a piece of junk left by the old man?

That junk was almost thrown away casually… which means, my life was almost casually thrown away?

Moreover, the new element I’ve been researching for so long was figured out by that old geezer decades ago?

Am I… that incompetent?

This blow to Stark’s inner self was no less than an eight-magnitude tsunami.

Pepper, however, couldn’t care less. Hearing that Stark was saved, she was already crying tears of joy, hugging Stark and silently weeping.

In just over ten minutes, she had gone from tender affection with her lover, to her lover dying tragically the next second, and then to a false alarm with her lover miraculously reviving on the spot. Her heart experienced great sorrow and joy, like riding a roller coaster.

“Hmm? What… are you doing?”

Just then, a mature, husky female voice suddenly rang out.

A beautiful and sexy female secretary pushed the door open and walked in, dressed in a light yellow top and black trousers, holding a stack of documents in her arms.

She was Black Widow Natasha Romanoff, a high-ranking S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, who had infiltrated Stark Industries under the alias Natalie, by Nick Fury’s orders.

Not long ago, when Pepper was promoted to Vice President, she hired Natasha as her assistant… this couldn’t really be considered a timeline convergence.

After all, Natasha came with the mission of observing Stark, and this was almost the best way she could find to get close.

Natasha looked at the scene before her with some surprise, at a loss.

Her boss was whimpering and burying her head in her big boss’s arms, while the big boss was coaxing her boss with sweet words, completely ignoring her.

Next to them, there was a cute little loli eating snacks with great relish, minding her own business.

What… was going on?

“Hi, who are you looking for?”

Slime raised his hand and waved at Natasha, then walked over, his curious eyes carrying three parts of harmlessness.

Natasha smiled and nodded, asking softly, “What’s going on? I’m looking for Ms. Potts, she asked me to bring some documents for signing.”

“As you can see, something not so good has happened. I’m afraid Ms. Potts won’t be able to handle official business for now… Let’s go over there and talk, so we don’t disturb them.”

Slime pointed outside, leading Natasha to the gym.

There was a boxing ring there.

He jumped, grabbed the ropes by the ring, leaned against them, and swayed as he looked at Natasha.

Natasha stood three steps away, “So, what exactly happened?”

“Due to some minor issues, Stark was poisoned and is dying. That reactor on his chest, a groundbreaking suicide device, can spread palladium throughout the body, causing heavy metal poisoning, and then gradually leading to death in happiness.”

Natasha frowned, looking at him strangely.

His casual tone about death was completely at odds with his angelic appearance, creating a huge contrast.

“Don’t you feel sad?”

“Why should I feel sad? Stark said he’d give me a portion of his assets when he dies, I’m too happy to be sad.”

Slime looked innocently at Natasha, then leaned back hard, the elastic ropes bouncing him up and down.

“Anyway, your Ms. Potts can’t work today, want to come up and play?”

He tilted his chin towards the ring, gesturing for Natasha to come up and spar.

Natasha’s eyes narrowed, looking at him vigilantly… Had he discovered something? Was he testing her?

Natasha dared not underestimate the loli in front of her. Although Nick Fury hadn’t told her all of the other party’s information and files, Fury had hinted that this was a very dangerous person.

She had to be careful.

Slime hooked his finger again, provoking the other party, “Are you scared? Nata…sha, Your Excellency Romanoff.”

He was looking forward to sparring with this person who could blend in with the Avengers relying solely on physical combat and a physique slightly stronger than ordinary people.

Looking at the Avengers as a whole, they either relied on mutation, or technology, and then there were gods, superhumans.

The only two who played a technical style were Black Widow and Hawkeye. Captain America could only be considered half a technical style, as everyone knew his true body was the shield.

A technical exchange in physical combat with such a person would surely be very interesting, wouldn’t it?

And by exposing her identity and having her report back to Nick Fury sooner, he could trick them into giving him the box Howard left them sooner.

Natasha shook her head and smiled mockingly.

Sure enough, this guy was not simple.

She didn’t even know when her identity was exposed, and the other party knew her very well.

As a seasoned spy, she never used her real name when operating outside, and the name Natasha Romanoff was only known by those very close to her.

Natasha found a chair, placed the documents she was holding on it, and gracefully flipped over the ropes of the boxing ring.

“Then let me see your strength, little cutie, don’t cry when I hit you.”

She tilted her head, a smile on her lips, but her eyes were sharp. While teasing Slime with her words, she adopted a close-quarters combat stance.

“Fo…Malibu, Echeverria, please enlighten me.”

Slime’s toes traced a semicircle on the ring, retracted, legs slightly bent, knees clamped inward, hands forming a palm and a fist, one in front, one behind.

Two-character Goat Stance.

He stared intently at the other party, having already run through a full combat simulation in his mind.

Next, as soon as Natasha threw a punch, he would block with his elbow, then cut in sideways, striking her jaw with his other hand to cause dizziness.

Then a punch to her abdomen, followed by a headbutt, ending the fight.

Good, that’s the plan.

“Then, let’s begin.”

So a high kick came flying towards him, and Slime hastily leaned back, his waist bending into an exaggerated arch.

“Hey! Why aren’t you fighting by the rules?!”

You clearly took a close-quarters combat stance!

Natasha pursed her lips and smiled, then followed with another swift spinning side kick.

Her slender, flexible legs were like two whips on her body, continuously lashing out.

Slime could only constantly dodge, temporarily falling into a defensive posture.

This won’t do! I lost the initiative!

He frowned, taking a direct kick from Natasha, and was sent flying by the recoil, hitting the ropes of the ring.

Slime’s weight was a given; kicking something weighing dozens of pounds was really easy for Natasha.

It was also because Slime deliberately restrained his strength, fighting purely with skill, otherwise he might have injured the other party.

He took a breath, his small face becoming serious.

“Alright… I’m going to get serious now…”