Marvel: The Villain

Chapter 311 Warning

A-Train said boastfully to Natasha, "Didn’t I tell you? High members of the Joker Organization aren’t that easy to kill!"

Natasha’s face was dark, her lips sealed tight.

A-Train shouted a reminder toward the barrier: "Watch the clock! Forty-six seconds left!"

Hearing this, Steve snapped back to alertness and fired his shield. Alex maneuvered to dodge, but he stepped exactly where Steve had anticipated. Steve accelerated into a steep dive, and the sound of brutal, close-quarters combat echoed within the barrier.

It was a clash between overwhelming firepower and freakish vitality. The ultimate spear against the ultimate shield.

Such a matchup should have been a magnificent spectacle, but the reality was almost tedious. Under Steve’s relentless barrage, Alex had no way to fight back; he was being hunted and slaughtered across the entire field. In a mere thirty seconds, he had already died four times.

The frustrating part was that no matter what gruesome state he was reduced to, he would revert to his original form within seconds. He was no longer human; he was the Blacklight Virus incarnate.

"Fifteen seconds!" A-Train began the final countdown.

Alex completely gave up on defending. He spread his arms wide and shouted with manic excitement, "Fifteen seconds left! Come on, hurry up!"

Through the fight, he had already gauged the upper limit of Steve’s output. While impressive, it wasn’t nearly enough to kill him.

Steve was frantic. He had cycled through every weapon installed in the Iron Armor, but the bastard in front of him was like memory metal—no matter how hard he was hit, he just snapped back to shape.

"Still not attacking? Are you giving up?" Alex mocked triumphantly. "If you are, that sexy lady agent is going to fucked and killed right in front of you, and it’ll be all your fault."

Steve’s eyes softened with a complex gaze as he looked at Natasha. She was covered in wounds, pinned humiliatingly under A-Train’s boot, stripped of all dignity. The sight pierced Steve’s heart, forcing him to a grim resolution.

He slowly descended to the ground, his expression turning calm and resigned. Alex remained with his arms spread, seemingly unwilling to dodge whatever came next.

Steve whispered calmly, "Jarvis, use that move."

"Sir," Jarvis replied, "You may not survive."

Steve remained expressionless. "If it takes this bastard down, what does it matter if I die? The day I decided to put on this suit, I never planned on taking it off alive."

"Very well. Overload sequence initiated. Reaching peak output in six seconds!"

Outside the barrier, A-Train’s voice rang out: "Ten, nine, eight..."

Alex frowned, confused. Did this guy... really give up?

Suddenly, the Arc Reactor in Steve’s chest emitted a blinding light, accompanied by violent sparks. Alex’s eyes widened as the realization hit him.

Is he insane?! He’s going for a suicide!

Alex knew exactly how much power a reactor overload carried. This time, he didn’t dare gamble on his immortality. Biomass erupted from his body, wrapping him in a massive, multi-layered protective shell.

"Too late!" Steve let out a cold laugh.

CLANG!

The Arc Reactor ejected from the armor, slipping through a gap in the protective shell just as it closed. Stark truly was a genius; he had turned the hazardous failure of a reactor overload into the ultimate weapon of destruction.

"Enjoy this!"

Steve took the chance to glance toward Natasha. As expected, she and A-Train were gone. I’m sorry, Natasha... everything depends on you now.

He raised his arm, using the suit’s backup power to blast a hole in the ground. Steve dove inside, using his shield to plug the entrance. Whether he lived or died now was in the hands of fate.

"AAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

A blood-curdling scream erupted from inside Alex’s shell. A split second later...

BOOM!!!

Another mushroom cloud rose from the deep mountains, even grander than the one from the SHIELD bombardment of the headquarters. A massive shockwave swept across the battlefield, obliterating everything within a radius of several kilometers.

For a moment, every faction in the war turned their eyes toward the blast.

A-Train, carrying Natasha, had escaped the blast radius at the very last second. He turned back to see the mushroom cloud standing tall, a testament to the final stand.

A-Train stood still for a long time, sighing. "If he weren’t an enemy, I’d actually want to be friends with a guy like that."

Natasha shook her head weakly. "Impossible."

"Why not?" A-Train asked. "I respect people who sacrifice themselves for a cause. My beef with Captain America is just a matter of different sides."

Natasha sneered. "Even on the same side, you’d never be friends. Have you ever seen a hero befriend a coward?"

A-Train’s expression went cold. "The game is over. Those two are likely both dead. Your life is in my hands right now—watch your tone."

Natasha didn’t care for her safety. She reached into her pocket. "Don’t forget... I’m a hero, too!"

BZZZZZT!

In an instant, a concealed device in her clothes discharged a high-voltage current. Amidst the crackle of electricity, A-Train collapsed to the ground, twitching violently.

Natasha forced herself up, crawling off him, and pulled a miniature dagger from her belt buckle.

"Finally... it’s over!"

She aimed for the back of A-Train’s neck and drove the blade down with her last ounce of strength. The sharp dagger easily pierced through soft...

Soil.

"What?!"

The blade hit nothing but dirt. Natasha scrambled to her feet, looking around wildly. She saw A-Train half-sitting, leaning against a large tree a short distance away.

"Heh..." He let out a pale, cold laugh. "Bitch. Don’t underestimate me."

The people summoned by the system all had different powers, but they shared one thing: their physical attributes were at the peak of human potential. Even high-voltage current wasn’t enough to kill them easily. All of this was thanks to Jason.

"I could say the same to you!" Natasha gripped the dagger, trembling as she walked toward him. Her steps were weak and unstable, but her eyes burned revenge.

"I give up," A-Train said, shaking his head. "You’re a real viper, lady."

He pulled a syringe from his pocket, bit the cap off, and slammed it into his thigh.

"AAAGH!!!"

Whatever was in that needle took hold instantly. A-Train threw his head back with a primal howl, his eyes becoming crazed and ecstatic. As Natasha got within ten meters of the tree, A-Train used the trunk to pull himself up.

Natasha, still gripping the dagger, took another unsteady step forward.

A-Train’s gaze locked onto her. The manic grin that spread across his face no longer held any trace of the cocky showman. It was something older, hungrier.

"You know what the worst part is?" He rasped, voice thick. "All this time I could’ve just taken what I wanted. But I played nice. Hero rules. Villain etiquette. Fuck that."

Before Natasha could react, he was already there.

Not a blur this time—just sudden, brutal presence. One hand clamped around her wrist, twisting until the dagger clattered to the dirt. The other seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground like she weighed nothing. Her feet kicked uselessly; her good hand clawed at his forearm, nails drawing thin red lines that closed almost instantly.

He slammed her back-first against the same large tree he’d been leaning on moments earlier. Bark cracked under the impact. Natasha’s head snapped back, vision swimming.

"You’re gonna die anyway," A-Train muttered, almost conversational. "Might as well make it memorable."

He didn’t bother stripping her fully—there wasn’t time, and he didn’t need theatrics. One violent yank tore the already shredded remains of her combat suit at the crotch. Natasha snarled, tried to drive a knee into his groin; he caught it mid-motion and forced her legs apart with a casual tap.

She spat in his face.

He laughed once—short, ugly—then drove forward.

The violation was fast, mechanical, merciless. No seduction, no drawn-out cruelty for its own sake; just animal need backed by superhuman force. Each thrust rattled her spine against the tree trunk. Natasha’s teeth clenched so hard she tasted blood. She refused to scream. Refused to give him that. Her eyes stayed locked on his, burning with hate so pure it almost felt like a weapon.

When he finished he didn’t pull out immediately. He stayed buried, breathing hard through his mouth, pupils blown wide from the drug. Then he leaned in close, lips brushing her ear.

"Tell Steve that I made sure you felt every fucking second of it."

He withdrew abruptly.

Natasha’s legs gave out. She slid partway down the trunk before her knees hit dirt. Blood and semen mixed on the inside of her thigh. She still didn’t scream. She just stared up at him, chest heaving, one hand already feeling for the fallen dagger again.

A-Train stepped back, readjusting himself with casual indifference.

"Now... it really is over!"

SHING!

He tore through Natasha’s body in an instant.

SPLASH...

Blood sprayed through the air like rain, but Natasha’s silhouette had completely vanished.

"Pah!" A-Train spat, gasping for breath. He reached into his mouth and pulled out a single human molar.

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