"I suddenly realized that you parasitizing me isn't such a bad thing," Natasha said, admiring the newly formed dress on her body.
"It's Symbiote! Symbiote!" Ren corrected irritably.
"Right, right. Symbiote," she replied casually, waving him off.
She looked up at the sky, then rubbed her stomach.
She hadn't eaten in nearly a full day.
Without hesitation, Natasha headed toward a fast-food restaurant.
"I can replicate other people's genes and acquire their abilities," Ren said slowly. "As a top agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., you should know what that implies."
The more hosts a Symbiote coexisted with, the stronger it became.
When Ren had possessed Johnson, he'd searched the internet extensively. There had been no Iron Man sightings, no confirmed Mutant incidents, nothing public yet.
If Iron Man hadn't appeared, then figures like Hulk or Spider-Man were likely not active either.
Whether the X-Men existed in this timeline remained uncertain.
For now, Natasha was the most stable starting point.
Half an hour later.
Natasha wiped her mouth with a napkin.
Hamburger wrappers were stacked around her like fallen soldiers.
She had eaten at least twenty—possibly closer to thirty—burgers, along with seven or eight large drinks.
People at nearby tables stared openly.
Natasha felt a rare hint of embarrassment.
For most grown men, two burgers and a cola were enough.
She had consumed enough for an entire table.
"I don't remember ever eating this much," she muttered coldly. "Ever since you entered my body, my appetite has exploded. This is because of you, isn't it?"
Her eyes narrowed dangerously.
If this meant permanent weight gain, she would seriously reconsider the partnership.
"There's a tiny factor," Ren admitted calmly. "Your metabolic output is significantly higher now. If your energy intake is insufficient, your body won't sustain enhanced activity. And with your income, food shouldn't be an issue."
"What do you know?" Natasha shot back. "Women don't eat less because of money."
"Then why?" Ren asked genuinely. "To appear delicate and easy to support?"
Natasha stared at him as if he were hopeless.
"Women eat less because they're afraid of gaining weight. Fat is a woman's worst enemy. You wouldn't understand."
She imagined herself gaining hundreds of pounds and felt immediate dread.
"Oh. You're worried about weight gain?" Ren finally caught on. "That's irrelevant. You could eat ten cows a day and your figure wouldn't change."
Natasha froze.
"Wait. You mean I can't gain weight?"
Her voice rose several octaves.
Heads turned again.
Natasha immediately stood, paid the bill, and walked out quickly.
Outside, she grabbed Ren mentally and demanded, "You're serious?"
"Completely."
Her expression shifted dramatically.
"I suddenly think you living inside me isn't bad at all. Unlimited outfits and zero weight gain? Even if I didn't want superpowers, I'd still keep you."
Ren: "???"
Moments ago, she'd wanted him gone.
Now she was enthusiastic.
A woman's heart truly was unfathomable.
Ren had been single for years. He had no idea how seriously women treated a few extra pounds—or their wardrobe.
Closet full of clothes.
Still "nothing to wear."
Humans were complicated.
As Natasha walked, her expression shifted.
Someone was following her.
As a top operative, her awareness of surveillance was razor-sharp. The tracking attempt was amateurish.
She could lose them instantly.
Instead, she led them deliberately into less crowded streets.
Time for a test.
Footsteps quickened.
A dozen burly men emerged, forming a loose circle around her. Black and white faces mixed together.
One face she recognized.
"Boss, it's this bitch," one of them said, pointing at Natasha—the same man she had thrown earlier.
So he wanted revenge.
The leader, chewing a cigarette, smirked. "Premium goods. Have some fun with us, and we'll forget this ever happened."
Natasha's expression turned cold.
Usually, she had remarkable self-control.
Today, something inside her stirred.
Ren's influence wasn't just physical—it amplified instinct.
"Want to see our true form?" Ren whispered seductively. "Let these bastards learn a lesson."
Natasha didn't hesitate this time.
"Do it."
Black fluid surged over her body.
Her skin darkened, hardened.
A monstrous figure replaced the elegant woman.
Muscle density multiplied. Height increased. A fanged grin stretched across a predatory face.
The men froze.
Natasha felt an overwhelming surge of strength.
It wasn't just power.
It was dominance.
She felt like she could punch a car into scrap metal.
And she absolutely could.
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