Natasha, seeing Dave leave, offered, "I'll leave you out."
"Aren't you afraid I might hurt you again?" Dave asked as they moved back to the jet.
"It wasn't in your control, was it?" Natasha stopped, standing in front of him, and asked.
Dave smiled vanished for the first ti, "now that's a good observation you got there" he said inching closer to her, and looking into her eyes.
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Back at Fury's office, where he was watching the interaction along with others:
"What is she talking about?" Clint asked as he heard Natasha's question.
"I've been observing him since the ti he sat in the car," Fury said. "The way he walks, the way he talks—it all indicates he's suppressing sothing inside him," Fury added.
If Dave had heard it, he would have surely clapped, admiring the sharp observation of a high-level spy. But he wasn't here.
"What do you an?" Clint asked. "Is he a Super like that girl but can't control it?"
"Yes, that's precisely what we believe," Maria Hill, Fury's right-hand woman, nodded as she handed Clint a file.
"Trish Aemilius Paullus? So, that's her real na?" Clint said, reading the file.
"We researched her origins. According to the data, she was lost when the Titanic was subrged," Maria Hill explained.
"But she survived and ca back with superpowers?" Clint asked. "That explains how she survived," Fury added.
"I an, should we search the whole Ocean and try to find the source of her powers?" Clint suggested.
"I already have n deployed, plus we already have an idea about where her powers ca from" Fury said, then pointed at Dave. "What I want to know is how he got his powers."
"You believe Trish shared her powers with him, but he's yet to control them?" Clint asked, surprised. "If that's true, then..."
"Then it ans Dave Garcia could create an army of superpowered individuals. He's too dangerous to be an enemy," Fury interrupted, finishing Clint's thought. "I ant it's quite cute and romantic..., but yes, dangerous too," Clint shrugged, but seeing Fury's stern look, he quickly corrected himself.
"Read on," Fury said, and Clint turned the pages of Trish's file.
"Lightning control, emotion manipulation, and transformation into a Fallen Angel like being?" Clint read aloud.
"These are her known powers," Fury confird.
"Hmm, I think there's more," Clint said.
"What else?" Fury asked, while Maria Hill also looked at him.
"Regeneration. I rember that day when I first saw her—she took out a dagger from her heart like it was nothing," Clint said.
"We'll add that to her file," Fury said, then asked, "Anything else you forgot to ntion in your report?" He looked at him sternly.
"No, that was it," Clint said as he stepped back.
"We also found that Trish is helping Dave control it," Maria Hill continued.
"How? By kissing him?" Clint chuckled as he asked, rembering the kid kissing his girl in front of everyone.
"Exactly that," Maria looked at him and nodded seriously.
"That's quite a way," Clint remarked.
"Before she kissed him, Dave was constantly tapping on the armrest, tapping his heels on the floor—a clear sign of agitation. But after the kiss, it all stopped," she added.
"Which ans she needed physical control to use her powers, the Emotions control to be specific at least" She said, showing the video where Dave's face visibly relaxed as Trish kissed him..
Back to Dave.
"Why do you think so?" Dave asked, looking at Natasha.
"All the signs were clear from the start," Natasha answered.
"Whenever you lose control of your emotions, you lose control over yourself," she said, looking at him.
Dave looked at her and nodded. "Well, I never felt the need to hide it," Dave said as he extended his hand and opened his palm, summoning Rebellion in his hand. "et my buddy, Rebellion," he said as the sword hovered in mid-air for a second. The skull-shaped guard on the sword glowed slightly, giving the impression that it was alive. In reality, Trish, behind him, was controlling it with electromagnetic force, while Dave added just a little bit of demonic energy for the glow.
"So, this is your power, creating weapons?" Natasha asked.
"Back to spy work so fast, huh?" Dave chuckled in response as he unsummoned the sword.
"But I guess I do owe you an apology," he said, pulling out two scimitars.
These weapons unlocked when he reached 40% of the Dante template fusion, with every 10% unlocking a new weapon. However, this ti, he didn't like the weapons; he had planned to give them to Trish, but she didn't want them.
"Here are Rudra and Agni," he said as he held them and demonstrated their capabilities for a few seconds. "They're my apology to you," he added, presenting them to her.
Natasha looked at him and then at the scimitars in his hands. "Can I really take them? They seem precious," she asked.
Both swords possess the sa design, being wide, curved blades resembling the classic fictional depiction of an Arabian scimitar or pirate cutlass. However, Agni and Rudra, rather than being plain blades, are comprised of a curved support to which a series of backward-pointed segnts each with its own rear-sloping cutting edge are fixed, forming a vicious serrated design that is sowhat reminiscent of a spinal cord. They are colored for their respective elent, Agni orange for fire and Rudra turquoise for wind, though on both the cutting edges of the blade segnts are bare tal and the guard, grip and poml gold. The talking heads are mounted in the ends of the pomls of the two swords, and the guards of both are round and plain.
"They are. They belonged to two Devils, Agni and Rudra, whom Trish slayed. Impressed by her power, they transford their bodies into these weapons," Dave explained, recounting what had actually happened with Dante in DMC 3.
Dante had accepted them with one condition: that they remain silent.
"They will teach you and, if you prove yourself worthy, they will empower you," he said as he placed the scimitars in her hands.
"You an they are alive, like your skull sword?" Natasha asked.
"It's called Rebellion, and yes, they're alive," Dave answered as he sat down in the jet. "Now, will you be our kind driver once again?" he added with a grin.
Natasha looked at the scimitars, stunned, as they suddenly turned into wrist anklets with faces as decoration.
"Why did he give us to this puny human?" one voice grumbled.
"Beats . He said to give her a chance," another replied.
"Hmph, what could a human even do?" the first voice scoffed.
"That's what we want to see," the second one responded.
Natasha stood frozen in place. Never in her wildest fantasies did she think she would end up with talking weapons.
Diana and Maya also looked at Natasha and the anklets. While Maya had a curious expression, Diana's face was filled with hostility. Only she knew why.
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