Abomination's massive body leaned sideways at an alarming angle, nearly ninety degrees, staggering as if he were about to collapse. Even his ferocious eyes showed a flicker of confusion, betraying the sheer impact of the attack.
It was clear: the power behind that kick was terrifying. Despite his monstrous physical resilience, even Abomination struggled to withstand the blow. Yet the worst was yet to co. Dazed and off-balance, he beca an open target for Natasha's relentless onslaught.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Determined to stand up for her newfound ally, Hulk, Natasha launched her next attack with rciless ferocity. Her punches and kicks ca down like a tidal wave, pounding Abomination's colossal fra without respite. In re seconds, her strikes numbered in the hundreds—perhaps thousands. Each blow packed a staggering force of at least two hundred tons, creating an awe-inspiring display of raw power.
With every impact, waves of air exploded outward, rippling through the battlefield and shaking the very earth beneath them. Natasha's windbreaker flared wildly in the chaos, and her burgundy hair glowed like a blazing fla in the night.
Abomination roared in frustration, unable to counter her assault. Reduced to shielding his head with his massive hands, he could only endure the relentless barrage. Natasha, undeterred, pressed her attack. Her slim fra belied the overwhelming strength she unleashed with every punch and kick, the explosive force tearing through layers of flesh and shattering the surrounding terrain.
Even Hulk, no stranger to destructive power, watched in stunned silence. The sheer brutality of Natasha's assault sent a visible shudder through his massive green fra.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Her energy seed inexhaustible. Each blow drove Abomination back, knocking him to the ground ti and again. Yet he stubbornly rose each ti, only to be sent crashing down once more. The earth cracked and groaned beneath the punishnt, with the surrounding terrain and the nearby mall reduced to rubble. It was destruction on an inhuman scale.
High above the chaos, in the dark skies over Virginia, a luxury private jet cruised through the night, its signal lights flickering faintly. Inside, Tony Stark, groggy and half-drunk, was jolted awake by the spectacle playing out on the large screen before him.
"What the hell?" Tony muttered, rubbing his eyes as his mind quickly sobered.
Seated nearby, Pepper Potts—Tony's personal secretary and now a prominent executive—stared at the screen in disbelief. Dressed in a sharp suit and short skirt, her long, elegantly crossed legs betrayed her composure. She covered her mouth with one hand, her voice tinged with astonishnt.
"Oh my God," she whispered, her gaze fixed on the screen. "She's... incredible."
As a woman, Pepper understood all too well the physical disparities between n and won. Yet Natasha defied every expectation, unleashing a godlike display of strength that bordered on myth. In that mont, she didn't just resemble a warrior—she seed like a Valkyrie descended from legend.
It was hard for her to imagine how a woman could possess such overwhelming power. Facing such a terrifying monster, her violent attacks left the opponent utterly unable to retaliate.
Even Jarvis, running on-site combat analysis, confird that each punch delivered by Natasha carried over 200 tons of force—and that number was steadily climbing.
How could a human, let alone a woman, achieve such monstrous strength? Tony Stark, who wasn't exactly an expert in biology but knew enough, found the answer baffling. Normally, human muscle tissue, bones, blood vessels, and internal organs are incapable of withstanding such forces. The principle of equal and opposite reaction would an that exerting such strength would shred the body itself. Fragile human structures simply couldn't endure it—they would collapse into pulp before the punch was even thrown.
This could only an one thing: Natasha's body possessed extraordinary physical qualities, far beyond what normal human biology could support. The question remained—how was that possible?
Tony, still sporting a faint blush from his earlier indulgence in alcohol, stared at the screen in awe. Natasha was a whirlwind of destruction, ruthlessly pumling Abomination into submission. For once, he seed genuinely at a loss. Breaking the silence, he muttered, "Jarvis, in my previous conversations with her... I didn't say anything disrespectful, did I?"
"Not at all, sir," Jarvis replied with a hint of humor. "You were remarkably restrained and, dare I say, tactful."
Tony let out a dry laugh, relief flickering across his face. "Well, that's sothing to be thankful for."
He chuckled nervously, his mind wandering back to their interactions. Given his usual deanor, it was a miracle he hadn't tried flirting with Natasha. Watching her now, delivering punches that could obliterate a tank, he realized just how lucky he had been. One of those strikes on his body, and he'd be nothing more than a puddle of pulp.
It was terrifying—too terrifying. He knew he couldn't afford to offend this woman.
After a mont of thought, Tony spoke again, "Jarvis, do you think the armor could withstand an attack like that?"
"There is no doubt, sir. Based on calculations, the MK armor's outer shell would completely shatter after approximately thirty-five hits of this magnitude."
"In other words, I need to find stronger tal materials," Tony muttered, rubbing his chin.
"Yes, sir," Jarvis replied. "However, among the known materials in the database, the only tals capable of eting these requirents are vibranium and adamantium alloy."
Tony sighed dramatically. "Ah, vibranium... practically impossible to find anymore. And adamantium alloy? That's a military synthetic. Luckily, I've already made so arrangents." He raised his wine glass and toasted to the air as if clinking glasses with a military official. "To partnerships," he quipped with a smirk.
This trip to California, specifically to recover the adamantium alloy synthesis formula, had been worthwhile. After Colonel William Stryker's military base was destroyed and the man himself killed, the formula for true adamantium was lost entirely. Fortunately, the military still retained the sub-grade adamantium formula. To obtain it, Tony had to cash in a few favors and offer so significant incentives.
But for Tony, it was worth the cost. The MK armor, enhanced with sub-grade adamantium alloy, would gain a substantial boost in defensive capability.
Even so, Tony knew that no matter how much the MK armor's defenses improved, it wouldn't be enough against monsters like Abomination—or Natasha, for that matter. Watching her on the screen, he marveled at her strength. She wasn't just powerful; she was a well-rounded, versatile warrior with unparalleled combat abilities. Compared to her, the MK armor still had a long way to go.
Fighting a monster like Abomination, Tony could rely on the MK armor's aerial capabilities to execute flexible, hit-and-run tactics. That confidence made the fight manageable. But Natasha? She was entirely different.
She wasn't a towering beast like Abomination—she was a human woman, yet her compact fra contained hundreds of tons of raw power. The sheer physical fitness required to sustain such strength was mind-boggling. Her explosive power, combined with extraordinary agility and jumping ability, was on another level.
At a certain height, if she launched herself with full force, her speed would be so overwhelming that Tony wouldn't even have ti to react. By the ti he processed her movent, she'd already be standing right in front of him.
And the result of that?
Death.
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