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It had been a month since Natasha's disappearance. Natasha had been assigned to a high-stakes case, one that involved a tech genius dangerously close to unlocking the secrets of mind control. But as the days turned into weeks, concern at SHIELD grew like a festering wound. Natasha hadn't contacted them since she'd said she needed to go off the grid for a while. This was unlike her, and they knew something was terribly wrong. The tracker on her communication device had become as useless as a blind man's cane, leading them nowhere.

Desperation gnawed at them, pushing them to explore the last known location where Natasha had been traceable. Agent Daisy Johnson, relatively new to the world of espionage, couldn't fathom why she had been chosen for this grim task. Doubt and uncertainty gnawed at her like a relentless parasite as she ascended the darkened stairwell to the top of the building where Natasha had last transmitted her location.

Upon reaching the rooftop, Daisy found remnants of Natasha's presence: discarded binoculars, spare ammunition, and weapons strewn about, their cold metal forms casting eerie shadows in the dim light. Most haunting of all was a pair of handcuffs, as if they held the memory of an impossible struggle.

The silence was oppressive, the tension palpable. Daisy's senses tingled with unease as she scanned the rooftop, her heart pounding like a drum. It was then that she heard it—the ominous click of a gun being cocked. She whirled around, gasping, and her heart plummeted into an abyss of dread.

There stood Natasha, but she was a ghostly semblance of her former self. The most striking change was her attire—a dark, form-fitting suit that revealed every curve and edge of her body, her once-pristine SHIELD uniform a distant memory. Daisy's voice trembled as she spoke, "Natasha... what happened?" It was there she realized the gravity of the situation. She had been successfully outsmarted by the tech genius, and got her onto his side.

Natasha's laugh was haunting, an eerie echo of the woman Daisy had known. "Oh, I just got a makeover, that's all. My master appreciates the aesthetics. Or, should I say, our master."

Daisy, panic tightening its grip on her, pleaded, "Natasha, you have to fight this! It's not you!"

Natasha's eyes glinted with malevolent conviction. "Fight? Why would I want to fight? I've never felt more alive than I do now, serving my master's will. Join me, Daisy, and you'll realize that submitting to your one and only true master will bring you joy."

Tears welled in Daisy's eyes as she refused, "No! You've changed, Natasha. I'll do whatever it takes to bring you back."

Natasha, seemingly unfazed, placed her gun on the ground. "Very well, let's see what you're made of."

In the blink of an eye, Natasha and Daisy surged towards each other, entangled in a deadly ballet of hand-to-hand combat. The air crackled with their intensity. Initially, it appeared to be an evenly matched showdown, but Natasha's sleek, form-fitting suit (thanks to Ace70000 for designing her new suit www.deviantart.com/ace70000/ar… ) granted her an edge in flexibility that soon began to tip the scales in her favor.

Daisy fought with unwavering valor, every move a testament to her determination. Yet, Natasha's wealth of experience and breathtaking agility gradually overwhelmed her opponent. Natasha became a whirlwind of calculated strikes and graceful evasions, her movements a mesmerizing dance of destruction.

With a final, cataclysmic kick aimed at Daisy's face, Natasha watched as her adversary crumbled to the unforgiving ground, consciousness slipping away. Natasha knelt beside her fallen foe, her touch as gentle as the night breeze, and delicately lifted Daisy's eyelid to confirm the undeniable verdict of her defeat. Natasha pulled out her communicator and message her master, also known as me.

I had meticulously crafted my grand plan for global dominance, meticulously noting down potential government targets. However, the stark reality was that without a formidable army at my side, my vision remained a mere pipe dream. What I needed was a network of spies, the eyes and ears to gather the vital intelligence I required. All that was left to do was to exercise patience; I had dispatched Natasha on a mission to recruit more spies, yet she was due to report back three days ago. My anxiety grew, and I contemplated abandoning my base, fully aware that Natasha possessed the knowledge of my location.

Just as I was on the verge of making this grim decision, a glimmer of hope arrived via a communicator known only to Natasha and me. I retrieved the device from my pocket and hesitantly answered, my voice trembling, "Natasha? Is that you?"

"Yes, master, it's me," Natasha's voice crackled through the receiver, and I could sense her on the move from the wind in the background. "Daisy has been successfully apprehended. I am bringing her back to you."

"Good girl," I replied with a mixture of relief and pride, ending the call. My sense of security returned, and I allowed myself a private moment of celebration, knowing I had acquired a new spy.

However, my triumph was short-lived as I confronted the stark reality of my limited resources. I possessed just enough materials to create three more microchips. My next target needed to be someone with access to a substantial tech company or a warehouse capable of mass-producing these chips. The question that loomed was, who?

Description

(This is the sequel to www.deviantart.com/ilovehypno1… . Read for more context)

It had been a month since Natasha's disappearance. Natasha had been assigned to a high-stakes case, one that involved a tech genius dangerously close to unlocking the secrets of mind control. But as the days turned into weeks, concern at SHIELD grew like a festering wound. Natasha hadn't contacted them since she'd said she needed to go off the grid for a while. This was unlike her, and they knew something was terribly wrong. The tracker on her communication device had become as useless as a blind man's cane, leading them nowhere.

Desperation gnawed at them, pushing them to explore the last known location where Natasha had been traceable. Agent Daisy Johnson, relatively new to the world of espionage, couldn't fathom why she had been chosen for this grim task. Doubt and uncertainty gnawed at her like a relentless parasite as she ascended the darkened stairwell to the top of the building where Natasha had last transmitted her location.

Upon reaching the rooftop, Daisy found remnants of Natasha's presence: discarded binoculars, spare ammunition, and weapons strewn about, their cold metal forms casting eerie shadows in the dim light. Most haunting of all was a pair of handcuffs, as if they held the memory of an impossible struggle.

The silence was oppressive, the tension palpable. Daisy's senses tingled with unease as she scanned the rooftop, her heart pounding like a drum. It was then that she heard it—the ominous click of a gun being cocked. She whirled around, gasping, and her heart plummeted into an abyss of dread.

There stood Natasha, but she was a ghostly semblance of her former self. The most striking change was her attire—a dark, form-fitting suit that revealed every curve and edge of her body, her once-pristine SHIELD uniform a distant memory. Daisy's voice trembled as she spoke, "Natasha... what happened?" It was there she realized the gravity of the situation. She had been successfully outsmarted by the tech genius, and got her onto his side.

Natasha's laugh was haunting, an eerie echo of the woman Daisy had known. "Oh, I just got a makeover, that's all. My master appreciates the aesthetics. Or, should I say, our master."

Daisy, panic tightening its grip on her, pleaded, "Natasha, you have to fight this! It's not you!"

Natasha's eyes glinted with malevolent conviction. "Fight? Why would I want to fight? I've never felt more alive than I do now, serving my master's will. Join me, Daisy, and you'll realize that submitting to your one and only true master will bring you joy."

Tears welled in Daisy's eyes as she refused, "No! You've changed, Natasha. I'll do whatever it takes to bring you back."

Natasha, seemingly unfazed, placed her gun on the ground. "Very well, let's see what you're made of."

In the blink of an eye, Natasha and Daisy surged towards each other, entangled in a deadly ballet of hand-to-hand combat. The air crackled with their intensity. Initially, it appeared to be an evenly matched showdown, but Natasha's sleek, form-fitting suit (thanks to Ace70000 for designing her new suit www.deviantart.com/ace70000/ar… ) granted her an edge in flexibility that soon began to tip the scales in her favor.

Daisy fought with unwavering valor, every move a testament to her determination. Yet, Natasha's wealth of experience and breathtaking agility gradually overwhelmed her opponent. Natasha became a whirlwind of calculated strikes and graceful evasions, her movements a mesmerizing dance of destruction.

With a final, cataclysmic kick aimed at Daisy's face, Natasha watched as her adversary crumbled to the unforgiving ground, consciousness slipping away. Natasha knelt beside her fallen foe, her touch as gentle as the night breeze, and delicately lifted Daisy's eyelid to confirm the undeniable verdict of her defeat. Natasha pulled out her communicator and message her master, also known as me.

I had meticulously crafted my grand plan for global dominance, meticulously noting down potential government targets. However, the stark reality was that without a formidable army at my side, my vision remained a mere pipe dream. What I needed was a network of spies, the eyes and ears to gather the vital intelligence I required. All that was left to do was to exercise patience; I had dispatched Natasha on a mission to recruit more spies, yet she was due to report back three days ago. My anxiety grew, and I contemplated abandoning my base, fully aware that Natasha possessed the knowledge of my location.

Just as I was on the verge of making this grim decision, a glimmer of hope arrived via a communicator known only to Natasha and me. I retrieved the device from my pocket and hesitantly answered, my voice trembling, "Natasha? Is that you?"

"Yes, master, it's me," Natasha's voice crackled through the receiver, and I could sense her on the move from the wind in the background. "Daisy has been successfully apprehended. I am bringing her back to you."

"Good girl," I replied with a mixture of relief and pride, ending the call. My sense of security returned, and I allowed myself a private moment of celebration, knowing I had acquired a new spy.

However, my triumph was short-lived as I confronted the stark reality of my limited resources. I possessed just enough materials to create three more microchips. My next target needed to be someone with access to a substantial tech company or a warehouse capable of mass-producing these chips. The question that loomed was, who?