King in Marvel- CH-117. He's Here to Pick Up Girls!

Sam looked at Michael with some worry, but saw that Michael appeared calm and composed, "I came here to get something and will leave after I get it." Michael said.

"Everything here belongs to the military. You have no right to take anything. Leave now, or I will forcibly escort you out." The soldier said in a deep voice.

Michael shook his head, "These items are just decorations here. Why not give them to someone who can put them to better use? Since you won't move aside, I'm sorry." With that, Michael waved his hand, and the soldier was flung backward, hitting the wall and falling unconscious.

"You know where the items are stored, right?" Michael asked Sam.

Sam nodded and quickly led the way.

It didn't take long before they reached the equipment. Sam was efficient, donning the gear in no time and picking up two weapons.

"Let's go. The falcon is ready to take off."

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Indian Ocean.

Coordinates: Latitude N55.12.06; Longitude N56.7.09.

A fighter jet sliced through the clouds, moving swiftly through the sky.

Inside the jet, Rumlow, the captain of the special operations team, was briefing Captain America on the mission.

"The *Lemurian Star*, a sea-going warship equipped with a mobile satellite launch platform, has been hijacked by pirates. They're demanding a ransom of 1.5 billion since it's a S.H.I.E.L.D. vessel."

"There are twenty-five pirates in total, led by this man—George Bachok, a top mercenary and one of the world's most wanted criminals. He's known for his brutality and cruelty."

"Where are the hostages?" Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, asked.

"Most of them are technicians. One officer, Gaspard Sitwell, is being held in the kitchen."

"Alright, I'll handle George. Natasha, you—" Steve began assigning tasks when a voice interrupted him.

"Natasha, you don't need to be told what to do..."

"Who's there?" Rumlow shouted, and in an instant, the special forces team drew their weapons, aiming at the newcomer.

"You're here? I thought you weren't coming," Natasha said, walking over with a smile.

"How could I not come?" Michael replied, kissing Natasha on the cheek. He then turned to the others. "You'd better put your guns down. I don't particularly like being pointed at."

Steve gestured for them to lower their weapons and asked, "Are you here to help?"

"I guess so."

"That's great!" Steve said. He knew Michael had come for Natasha, but with his help, the mission would be much easier.

"Natasha and I will handle shutting down the ship's power system. I'll leave the rest to you," Michael said.

Steve nodded and continued assigning tasks. He then picked up his shield, opened the hatch, and prepared to jump.

"Wait, let me introduce someone to you." Michael said, stopping Steve. He gestured outside, and Steve looked over in confusion. Soon, a figure with wings flew into view, soaring effortlessly through the air.

"Isn't that Sam?" Steve asked, surprised.

Michael smiled, "He goes by Falcon now."

"Captain, I'll give you a ride." Sam called out. Steve nodded and jumped. As he descended, Sam swooped down, caught him, and flew toward the *Lemurian Star*.

"It seems you've found another good helper." Natasha said to Michael with a smile.

"Not just one—two, including you. After this mission, you'll join the alliance, right?" Michael replied.

Natasha shook her head, "You know it's not that simple. If I suddenly quit S.H.I.E.L.D., it could raise suspicions and draw attention to you. Nick Fury isn't the only one calling the shots at S.H.I.E.L.D."

"It doesn't matter. Soon enough, you'll have 'Michael' written on your uniform." Michael said with a chuckle. A battle suit materialized on his body, and in the next instant, he and Natasha vanished.

They reappeared in the control room of the *Lemurian Star*.

Natasha was momentarily stunned, but Michael's voice brought her back to reality.

"Do you know what I'm thinking?" Michael asked.

Natasha shook her head, "What?"

"I was thinking this ship looks impressive. After all, it's a S.H.I.E.L.D. vessel. I bet some of the rooms are luxuriously decorated." Michael said with a mischievous grin.

"Sweetheart, as exciting as that sounds, can we focus on the mission first?" Natasha replied, licking her lips playfully.

"Alright." Michael said, though he couldn't resist teasing her further.

Natasha shut down the power system, and the *Lemurian Star* gradually came to a halt. She then pulled out a device and began copying data. Michael, uninterested in the task, glanced around the room before his attention settled on Natasha.

Her curvy figure was accentuated by the tight combat suit, and Michael couldn't resist placing a hand on her waist. Natasha turned and rolled her eyes but didn't stop him.

Encouraged, Michael grew bolder.

"Oh, stop... can't you wait a little longer?" Natasha said, though her tone was more playful than serious.

"I can't help it. You're just too beautiful." Michael replied.

"Smooth talker." Natasha said with a smirk. She kissed him briefly before returning to her task.

"Is it done?" Michael asked.

Natasha nodded, "Yes. Now you can find a place to do what you've been wanting to do."

"I suddenly think this place isn't ideal. Time's too short, so..." Michael said, wrapping his arms around Natasha. In the next moment, they appeared in Natasha's apartment.

Natasha was surprised but didn't have time to process it as Michael carried her toward the bedroom, his hands already working to remove her clothes.

Meanwhile, back on the *Lemurian Star*, Steve knocked George Bachok to the ground with a single punch. He exchanged a nod with Falcon, and the two headed toward the kitchen to rescue the hostages.

By then, the special operations team had already secured the remaining hostages.

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