The Multiverse Hunter

PUNCH. PUNCH. PUNCH.

Ali didn't stop. His fists crashed into Captain America's face with brutal force, each blow sending ripples through the super soldier's enhanced body. Blood spattered across the pristine hotel suite as Steve's head snapped back, his skin already swelling with bruises.

'He's durable…' Ali noted, his knuckles stinging from the repeated impact. He didn't stop and drove another vicious punch into Steve's eye socket, forcing a ragged grunt from the battered Avenger. Captain's nose was already shattered; blood dripped from his lips as he gasped for air.

"STOP! PLEASE!" Natasha's voice cut through the chaos, raw with desperation. But she couldn't move. Ali's telekinetic grip kept her frozen in place, helpless to intervene.

"Mission Update: Defeat an Avenger (2/1)."

Ali exhaled sharply and lowered his bloodied fist. His black eyes flicked toward the interface before shifting down to Steve's barely recognisable face.

COUGH.

Captain America spat blood onto the expensive carpet, his chest heaving. His enhanced body was the only reason he was still breathing, but even his legendary endurance had limits.

His eyes, swollen and discoloured, barely opened as he tried to focus on the man standing over him.

Natasha's breath hitched. "Please… just tell me what you want. Don't kill him." Her voice trembled—not from fear, but from the realisation that she had no control here. She was staring at a force far beyond what she can handle.

Ali's gaze was unreadable. Slowly, he stood up and stepped over Captain's limp body, closing the distance between himself and Natasha.

Ali walked over to her and extended his bloodied hands towards her…

She stiffened as he reached out toward her, every instinct screaming at her to move—fight back. But she was still trapped, unable to lift a single finger.

"Wha—" Her words were cut off as Ali simply grabbed the towel she had wrapped around herself and used it to wipe the blood from his hands.

A smirk tugged at his lips. "Who are you, really? And what were you doing here with Captain America?" His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge behind it.

Natasha swallowed hard. Ali's black eyes bore into hers, and for the first time in a long time, she felt exposed. Not just physically—but strategically. He had seen through her, through Steve, through everything.

"I'm an Avenger," she finally admitted. "We were tasked with investigating you."

Ali blinked, tilting his head slightly. Then, he raised a finger.

Across the room, Natasha's knives shot off the table and hovered in the air, aimed directly at Captain America's barely breathing form. The blades trembled, just inches away from his temple.

Ali's expression darkened. "Last chance. What were you really doing here?"

Natasha hesitated. The reality of her situation settled in—there was no trick, no escape, no backup coming to save them. With clenched fists, she exhaled.

"Hydra. We were searching for a hidden lab under New York," she confessed. "We thought you were connected to them."

Ali's eyes didn't waver. "And what made you think that?"

She bit her lip. "We captured one of their… test subjects. He claimed to know about the lab. And he said he knew you."

Ali scoffed, shaking his head. 'Some idiot must've thought working with Hydra would help him locate the lab faster… and they threw him in a cage for it.' He had seen this kind of desperation before.

"And did you find anything useful?" Ali asked, gesturing lazily with his hand. The floating knives inched even closer to Steve's unconscious form.

Natasha's jaw tightened. "Not much. But we can give you everything we found—just let us go. Please… you don't have to do this." Her emerald-green eyes met his, searching for some trace of humanity.

Ali chuckled, but there was no warmth in it. "You think scraps of information are a fair trade for Captain America and a woman like you?" He reached up, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear.

Natasha clenched her teeth, her muscles flexing against his unseen hold. She despised his touch, despised how easily he had dismantled everything. If she could move, she would drive a knife straight through his throat.

Hate had a way of making even the most beautiful things look very ugly.

"The Avengers will come for you," she growled, venom dripping from every word. "Hulk will tear you to pieces. You won't escape them. I promise you… you will DIE a very painful death."

Ali's smirk deepened. "Oh, really?"

STAB. STAB.

Natasha's breath caught in her throat as she watched—helpless—as her own knives plunged into Steve's head, piercing straight through his skull.

Blood poured down the sides of his motionless face. His body jerked once… then stilled.

"NOOOOO—" Natasha's scream was raw, filled with horror and rage. She struggled violently against the invisible force holding her in place, grinding her teeth so hard that a trickle of blood ran from her nose.

Ali merely watched, tilting his head slightly as if examining a fascinating specimen. "You're crying too early," he murmured.

He stepped forward and seized her by the throat before he stopped using the Force.

Freed from his telekinetic grip, Natasha reacted instantly—she wrapped her legs around his arm and twisted, attempting to break his hold. But Ali didn't even flinch. His grip remained firm, and with a flick of his arm—

SLAM.

He tossed her across the room like a rag-doll. She crashed against the far wall, pain exploding through her back as she crumpled to the floor.

"Look at you…" Ali sighed, stepping closer as Natasha groaned, forcing herself back up.

Her muscles tensed. She lunged.

SLAP.

Ali's hand lashed out faster than she could react, striking her across the face with bone-rattling force. The impact sent her sprawling onto the large hotel bed.

Natasha coughed, trying to gather herself. But her vision blurred as pain throbbed through her skull.

STEP.

Ali moved toward her, slow and deliberate.

"So weak…"

Natasha gritted her teeth and lashed out with a kick—

But Ali caught her naked ankle effortlessly.

She twisted, trying to counter—

PUSH.

Ali shoved her back, sending her rolling onto the bed.

"You watched him die by my hands," he said, his voice almost mocking.

Natasha's chest heaved as she glared up at him, fury burning behind her emerald eyes. Every ounce of her training, every mission, every battle she had fought—it had all amounted to this.

She had failed.

And she hated herself for it.

Natasha looked at Ali and was stunned for a second…

He was unbuckling his belt to take off his pants…

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