Chapter 52: The Black Widow is Cornered

After parting ways with Iron Man on the rooftop, Su Ye found a spot to change into the Batman suit he’d prepared in advance.

Earlier, he’d appeared in the exhibition hall as Spider-Man, which was more suitable given the crowd of spectators. But what he planned to do next would be inconvenient in the guise of Spider-Man. After all, Spider-Man already carried the reputation of a hero—turning dark so casually wouldn't do. Batman, however, was different. The Dark Knight needed to be sufficiently dark.

He had just finished changing and was returning when he stumbled upon Holland, who had narrowly escaped an early demise. Su Ye saved him without much thought. Whether this intervention would shake Iron Man’s place in Holland’s heart, altering their future father-son bond, was not something Su Ye could concern himself with.

After rescuing Holland, Su Ye was about to leave when, from afar, he spotted a silver car with four rings crashed against the roadside divider. Not a Tesla—disappointing.

Reportedly, the accident happened because the driver was distracted, stealing glances at the female passenger in the back seat as she changed clothes, using the rearview mirror. The car was totaled on impact; the driver’s face was bloody. The woman, mid-change, looked rather miserable but was mostly unharmed. She’d been thrown under the backseat footwell, her half-removed skirt trapping her legs in a dramatic split, one fair, short leg awkwardly propped up.

In the entirety of Iron Man 2, what was the most striking scene? The final showdown between Iron Man, War Machine, and Whiplash? In Su Ye’s view, Iron Man’s coolness was spent in that opening, sky-diving shot; nothing in the rest of the film matched it, and the climactic battle felt like child’s play.

Whiplash lost simply because, like Iron Monger Obadiah Stane, he foolishly opened his mask. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been so easy for Iron Man and War Machine to defeat him. After all, Whiplash was a man with two whips...

The most memorable moments in Iron Man 2, for Su Ye, weren’t about Iron Man at all, but another figure. Yes! The woman whose used tissue could fetch 5300 dollars at auction, whose bathwater people would fight to drink—Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff.

She easily subdued Tony’s bodyguard Happy in the ring, changed clothes in a car before charging solo into a den of criminals. Both times, her moves were dazzlingly cool.

Setting aside Black Widow’s character trait of flirting with different male heroes in each film, her sheer allure was undeniable. Any healthy adult man would be drawn to her. Taming a wild mare has always been a man’s dream—especially an imported one...

For Su Ye, a friendly exchange with such a beauty would be quite enjoyable. He just never imagined his first meeting with this exotic... well, Black Widow, would unfold in such a scene.

Black Widow, legs splayed, mouth agape, was stuck in the car’s footwell, unable to move, while he stood outside, witnessing the awkward tableau.

“Ahem! Need a hand?” Su Ye’s voice was deep and magnetic, altered by a voice modulator in his Batman persona, enhancing an air of mystery and concealing his age.

“Help, I need assistance!” came a faint plea from Happy in the front seat.

With a crack, Su Ye tore off the car door, crushed the seatbelt clasp, and pulled Happy to safety. Then he returned to the back window, peering at the stranded widow.

“Need a hand?” Black Widow managed a pained smile.

“Actually, yes. I’ve got a cramp—could you help me, please?”

With another crunch, the car door flew away. Su Ye grasped her leg with one hand, the other supporting her back, lifting her bodily from the car, maintaining her split-legged pose.

“Where’s the cramp? I’m quite skilled—I can massage it for you.”

As he spoke, his hand moved to press acupoints...

Before crossing worlds, Su Ye had studied bone-setting and acupoint techniques for some time. Not a professional, but his skills were refined and practiced—those who tried them always approved.

Black Widow suddenly twisted free from his arms. She didn’t mind a brief exchange with a strong, skillful man, but she was pressed for time, eager to pursue Ivan Vanko, so she would have to postpone.

Moreover, the outfit he wore clearly marked him as no ordinary person. S.H.I.E.L.D.’s database held no record of him—his identity and motives unknown. It was best not to engage, lest complications arise.

Perhaps her movement was too abrupt, for with a tear, her fitted dress was ruined, while her tactical suit remained in the car...

Su Ye couldn’t help but glance her over—her assets were formidable, her waist slender, hips slightly drooped but not to excess, only her legs were a bit short.

This was likely Black Widow’s peak period, quite different from a few years later in Under the Skin.

Incidentally, the plot of Under the Skin was not much to speak of—borderline revolting—and Black Widow wasn’t sexy at all, full frontal shots notwithstanding, lacking any allure. It couldn’t compare to Oldboy, where Olsen and Thanos’s scene was truly... remarkable.

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“It seems you really don’t need my help.” Su Ye could have cloaked her with his cape, pulled her into his arms, spun her in a dramatic dip, exchanging meaningful glances.

But that wouldn’t fit the Dark Knight’s persona or style. So, after retrieving her tactical suit from the car and tossing it to her, he turned and left with flair.

Watching Su Ye’s retreating figure, Black Widow opened her mouth, intending to say, “Do you have a car? Maybe give me a ride?” But before she could speak, Su Ye boarded a black armored vehicle parked by the roadside.

Wait a moment!

Black Widow’s eyes widened—an armored vehicle? Why was there an armored car on a city street? When had it arrived? She hadn’t noticed it at all.

While she puzzled over this, Su Ye had already climbed in, and with a hum distinct from a gasoline engine, the massive, tank-like vehicle accelerated and vanished from her sight.

“I should have spoken sooner!”