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"You find it hard to look at her ? I do."

I frown; whatever your child looks like, you should never see them differently - nor should you turn them into some weapon, ready to do your dirty bidding at any moment.

"She, she watched everything, and she can do it. She's a perfect mimic," he comes up around and behind Natasha, speaking softly near her ears. "And she fights just like all your friends."

I raised my brows at the girl, Antonia. She was able to mimic the combat skills of the Avengers ? That's a dangerously wide range of skill.

"Can she hear me ?" Natasha's voice was softer, regret peeking through.

"What ?" He's close again, and I advance forward. "You want to make her feel better ? You want to tell her you're sorry ?" The anger, despite him not speaking loudly, was evident in his voice. "Well you should have thought of that before you blew her face off,"

I could tell he was losing interest in the conversation, and the moment I'd show myself was approaching rapidly.

"But enough of all this bullshit. Go to work," he motions to Antonia. "I have rats in the basement. Go."

I was ready to unsheath my blade, when I notice that she wasn't advancing to Natadsha, and she only passes her and heads towards the door. I furrowed my brows.

What, was this guy gonna try and fend of Natasha ? I almost chuckle. What an idiot.

The door closes behind Antonia, and in the blink of an eye Natasha has her gun pointed to his face. "Well, that was a mistake."

"Was it ?"

"You just sent away the one thing that would stop me from killing you."

He nods. It amazes me how he wasn't scared; any normal human would be fearing being held at gunpoint. "Try then. Do it."

Natasha seemed to be struggling. Not the the emotional kind, but physically, as if there was was something literally stopping her from pulling the trigger.

"Is the safety on ?"

She grunts as she struggled, and the man lamely tales the gun from her hands. He gives it a quick look, before pointing it up and releasing a shot. I tilted my head in confusion.

He looks back at her and waves a hand down at he belt. "Try your knife-"

As he spoke she whipped a knife out, going to strike him, but again, there was this kind of invisible force stopping her. Was this some kind of special tech or something ?

"Ah," he loosens the knife from her hand easily and drops it. "You're in trouble."

A van was protruding harshly in her neck, evidence to how much she was struggling against an force I couldn't see nor sense.

"How are you controlling me ?" she chokes out, and my eyes widen - but I didn't know what to do, I couldn't sense anything harming her.

"I'm not controlling you, Natasha. Well, not yet."

She drops her head slightly, and I move to place my hands on her shoulders, ask what I could do - but i didn't. I continued to stay unseen, only an arms length away from her.

"But there is a pheromonal lock. Smelling my pheromones prevents you from committing violence against me."

This was... impressive. Horrible because I had no idea how to counter it and help Natasha, but still, it was impressive how humans have developed their technology.

His next move wad fast human eyes, but to me it seemed slowed; I watched him raise his palm, and without hesitation I step in front of her, still invisible, and hover my arms around her head as she flinches.