There are many cyborgs in Marvel, and their combat performances vary. The most famous is certainly Captain America. If we were to give an example, Hulk is akin to a tank within The Avengers, Hawkeye is the shooter, Iron Man is similar to a highly mobile warrior, and Captain America is a warrior with armor, generally serving as secondary tank most of the time.
Spider-Man and Black Widow are actually both assassins. They typically do not engage directly on the battlefield but instead use their agility to restrain opponents. In team battles, Spider-Man tends to focus on control, using spider silk to hold enemies; Black Widow, on the other hand, is a burst-type assassin, capable of accurately seizing an enemy's momentary weakness during a brawl and delivering high burst damage.
This is the main reason why no one else in The Avengers is willing to provoke her. In direct combat, neither Captain America nor Iron Man fears Natasha. But Black Widow will always hide, lurking in the shadows ready to move, waiting for the moment you expose a weakness to send you back to the city with one swift combo.
No one can be fully armored 24/7. Even knowing that a poisonous spider is secretly watching, it's hard to prevent momentary distraction or relaxation. Black Widow will not miss any opportunity; she is a natural killer.
Privately, members of The Avengers often spar and train each other. Their abilities vary, and some counterbalance each other, but everyone is quite vexed by Natasha. Even in a narrow dueling field, she never fights head-on but continues dodging, draining your physical strength and patience until you reveal a flaw, then delivers a fatal blow.
Losing to Natasha brings an extra sense of dread beyond the frustration of losing to others—she'll identify your flaw before you do, and the fight ends before you even realize it.
Although they only sparred with Natasha, and are well aware that as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, Natasha wouldn't casually use violence or harm teammates and friends, emotions are complex.
In this world, over 70% of premeditated murders are vendettas, and in these, victims and killers have over an 80% chance of having had one or more emotional connections. Usually, outsiders without a close relationship with the killer often don't view them as extreme or emotional, instead perceiving them as tolerant, kind, and easy to communicate with.
In short, while the probability of being killed by Black Widow due to mutual affection isn't high, it certainly isn't zero. Especially now that two people are simultaneously enamored with her, this probability significantly increases.
If the emotional issues can't be resolved, solving the problem person is the best solution. Natasha wasn't originally thinking along these lines, but the first person she found when she was upset was Shiller.
Though not a quack, he is definitely somewhat unscrupulous. He hadn't persecuted Winter Soldier and Hawkeye much before, so with the prospect of a grand time for him now, there was no reason not to watch.
Natasha stormed out shortly after arriving. Meanwhile, the chats exploded with tags urging the two male subjects to run now—New York's big escape was about to begin, slow down and you risk becoming a male victim.
After Natasha left, Shiller went to the backyard to watch Stark and Peter working on the flying car. Stark brought an external device for the smart driving program and was installing it while Peter assisted, both sweating profusely.
Shiller leisurely sat on the porch lounger, sipping iced sour plum soup, scrolling his phone and following the real-time situation of the big escape in the chat. Currently, Bucky had a head start out the door, but Natasha was likely heading towards him first, expected to catch up soon.
Barton also left S.H.I.E.L.D. He understood Natasha's current temperament better, knowing he couldn't hide, so he figures it's better to find a vantage point, observe the battle, and take the offensive, thus turning passive into active.
Even through the screen, Shiller could tell from their replies in the chat that both harbored resentment, believing only the one who beats Natasha qualifies to be her partner. So it seems like running away, but actually they're biding their time, ready to counterattack.
Despite Shiller's pessimism regarding their chances of defeating Natasha, the courage and spirit are indeed commendable. What Shiller can do for them now is call Elders Council Hospital to check the availability of ICU beds.
By evening, the flying car finally showed progress. This time, Shiller was determined not to get in the car; only Stark and Peter took it for a spin. The results were much better than before, the speed somewhat slower, but stability improved, increasingly suitable for ordinary people.
To further enhance safety, Peter needed to visit the lab, but with time running late, he wouldn't return tonight, even bringing Pikachu with him, so he wouldn't be woken early in the morning.
Since tomorrow is a day off, and there's no work at the sanatorium, Shiller decided to sleep in. Thus, no need to sleep early tonight. Shiller reflected on the shortcomings of his roast duck made during the day and made another one tonight. The aroma was richer, the skin crispier than before, though still slightly greasy. He only ate half, stored the leftover half in the fridge, and then went to sleep.
However, in the middle of the night, he suddenly heard noises downstairs. Thinking it might be a patient having a midnight episode with the nurse handling it, and that they'd call if there was a major issue, Shiller didn't bother, sleeping until dawn.
As it turns out, the next morning, when Shiller entered the kitchen to make some breakfast, he found it in chaos: The fridge toppled on the floor, door open, food inside gone; a large puddle and scratch marks on the island platform; nearby a shattered glass pane with fragments scattered on the cabinet surface; lots of dirt marks on the floor.
If Shiller had to describe it, it looked like a ravenous Husky charged into the kitchen last night, crashed through the glass, and started ravenously consuming and demolishing, leaving before daybreak.
Shiller squatted down to carefully study the footprints on the floor. They indeed looked like those of a dog, but he found no dog hair in the kitchen—which seemed nearly impossible. Any doggie causing such a commotion would surely leave behind at least a hair or two. Fearing he might have overlooked something, Shiller used the gray mist to double-check, and indeed, there was no hair left behind.
Just as Shiller was feeling puzzled, a nurse knocked on the door and said, "Uh, Doctor, there's a somewhat strange girl outside saying she's here to apologize. Should I let her in?"
Shiller nodded, still a bit puzzled. He initially thought the strange girl the nurse mentioned would come down the corridor, so he turned to look that way. Instead, a figure suddenly leaped in through the shattered window outside.
Shiller turned his head and saw a girl clad in all pink standing in the middle of the kitchen. He was stunned.
The girl was wearing a pink bodysuit, with two round eyes on the upper part of her mask and her chin exposed from the lower part. Judging from the jawline and lips, this girl was quite young, probably only about 16 or 17 years old.
"Gwen Stacy?" Shiller said in surprise. This entirely pink image was so unique, there were no other heroes in Marvel as pink as her.
"You know me?" The girl seemed even more surprised than Shiller.
"Uh, no, I don't. So why are you here?"
"I'm here to apologize," the girl scratched her head and said, "Something happened last night, and I had to use your kitchen and the stuff in your fridge. I ate quite a lot, so I can't really return them. But I can pay you for it, how much do you want?"
"You ate it?" Shiller couldn't help but look down at the row of dog paw prints on the floor. The girl followed his gaze and then dashed over, trying to rub out the evidence with her foot.
"What on earth happened?" Shiller squinted and asked.
The girl pursed her lips and whistled, looking left and right, but not answering the question. The next second, another figure jumped in through the window.
"I'm Spider Man, sorry, I need to... Oh, Doctor, why are you here?"
Shiller turned his head to see Spider Man in his black and red uniform and waved, saying, "Good morning, Miles, that's exactly what I want to ask you. This is my sanatorium."
"What? But your sanatorium isn't... Oh, you just moved here, that's quite a coincidence. Sorry, but now I have to talk to Miss Gwen here, she really made a big mess."
"You damned spider!" The girl in the pink bodysuit shouted, extending her arm toward Miles, "I said it was just an accident, I didn't mean it! I've already paid them! You've been chasing me for two days and nights, are you crazy?!"
"Yes, you solved the problem of the damaged food truck, but your pet also damaged the fire hydrant? I'm chasing you just to make you stop. Every superpower user active in New York must register at S.H.I.E.L.D., otherwise, I have the right to arrest you."
"I haven't committed a crime, what right do you have to arrest me?!"
"Sorry, but this is a regulation of the S.H.I.E.L.D. superpower users' management act. If you don't agree, you can lodge a complaint, but you must come with me. Oh, and your dog too."
With that, Miles was about to step forward. Shiller quickly rushed over and shouted, "Stop, don't fight in my kitchen! Or I'll throw you both into the Atlantic Ocean!"
Miles hesitated. The pink girl took advantage of this gap to slip out of the window in a flash and soon vanished from sight. Miles followed suit, and the two disappeared among the buildings of Manhattan.
Shiller sighed, having to turn into gray mist to tidy up the kitchen. But as he cleaned up, he suddenly heard a commotion coming from the garden outside.
"Achoo!... Achoo! Achoo!"