With you back to your senses, the compound descended into chaos as the General's forces breached the perimeter. Alarms blared, red lights flashing in warning as the Avengers scrambled to defend their base.

"Stay close to me," Natasha instructed, her voice calm but commanding. She handed you a pair of combat knives, the familiar weight and balance of the weapons providing a small comfort amidst the turmoil.

The General's men stormed into the room, weapons drawn. You and Natasha stood back-to-back, your movements synchronized from years of training. The bond between you, though tested, was unbreakable in this moment.

You moved with lethal precision, your knives flashing in the dim light as you disarmed and incapacitated your attackers. Natasha was a blur of red and black, her Widow's Bite gauntlets sparking as she struck down the intruders with practiced efficiency. Your enemies fell around you, unable to match the combined skill and ferocity of the two warriors.

In the midst of the battle, a familiar figure emerged—the General himself. His presence was a dark, oppressive force that seemed to sap the air from the room. He wore a smug grin, confident in his ability to reclaim you and crush Natasha.

"So, you think you can defy me?" the General sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "You belong to me. You always will." He was talking about the both of you, knowing you and Natasha will always be the best among his creation.

Rage and determination flared within you. You would not be his puppet any longer nor will Natasha, she came all the way here just to be wasted and become one of the General's girls again. With a fierce battle cry, you launched yourself at the General, your knives slicing through the air. He deflected your initial attack with a swift, brutal counterstrike, but you were relentless.

Natasha joined the fray, her movements a deadly dance of grace and power. She struck at the General with precision, her gauntlets crackling with energy. The two of you fought in perfect harmony, your combined might pushing the General back.

The General, however, was a formidable opponent. He was not just a master manipulator but also a skilled fighter. He countered your attacks with ruthless efficiency, landing several blows that sent you and Natasha staggering.

But you refused to yield. Drawing strength from each other, you pressed on, your attacks becoming faster and more coordinated. Natasha feigned a strike to the General's left, drawing his attention just long enough for you to deliver a devastating kick to his ribs. The General grunted in pain but recovered quickly, lashing out with renewed fury.

"You think you can defeat me?!" the General roared, his voice tinged with desperation. "I made you what you are!"

"No," you retorted, your voice strong and defiant. "You tried to break me, but you failed. I’m stronger than you’ll ever be — we are stronger than you'll ever be!"

With a final, coordinated effort, you and Natasha executed a maneuver you had practiced countless times. Natasha delivered a sweeping kick that knocked the General off balance, and you followed up with a powerful strike, your knives crossing in a lethal arc. The blades sliced through the General’s defenses, cutting deeply into his side.

The General fell to his knees, blood pouring from his wounds. He looked up at you and Natasha, his eyes filled with rage and disbelief. "This isn’t over," he spat, his voice weak and faltering.

"Oh, but it is," Natasha replied coldly, her eyes blazing with determination. She activated her gauntlet, delivering a final, incapacitating shock to the General.

The room fell silent as the General collapsed, his reign of terror finally brought to an end. You and Natasha stood over him, breathing heavily but victorious. The weight of your victory, and the cost of your struggle, hung in the air.

"It's over," Natasha said softly, her voice filled with relief and exhaustion. She turned to you, a look in her eyes, which you haven't met yet. "You're free."

This made you look at her, stretching your arm out for her to hold and she did, which tug a smile across your lips. "We are free, Nat." She squeezed your hand three times, glad that you were finally letting her in.

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