Marvel's female superheroine travels through multiple worlds

Steve has joined the S.H.I.E.L.D. special operations team and has carried out numerous counter-terrorism missions in the past two years. His superb physical abilities have made him a perfect fit for the role.

Nick Fury even planned to send this symbol of American spirit to help, as a way of showing S.H.I.E.L.D.'s sincerity.

However, considering Captain America's straightforward approach, he was not suitable for covert infiltration and protection, so he was ultimately assigned to the periphery to provide immediate support should an emergency occur.

Overall, staying by Tony's side doesn't conflict with the mission.

Watching the two beauties leave, Happy wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel and came closer.

"Boss, do you think I have a chance?" he asked mysteriously.

"Who?" Tony frowned, not understanding for a moment.

“Natasha, what a lovely name,” Happy said in a low voice, grinning like he was worthless.

"My God, you've got your eye on her?" Tony stared wide-eyed at his friend in surprise.

"She's very intelligent and beautiful, isn't she? Her temperament is much better than those cover girls you've dated," Happy nodded, speaking matter-of-factly.

"I can only say good luck." Tony rolled his eyes and turned to leave.

Good grief, of all people he could have set his sights on, he had to fall for a female agent who could take down a strong man as easily as killing a chicken.

Okay, he admits that such women are very attractive, but you have to be able to handle them!

"Hey Tony, as long as you don't try to take it from me." Happy grinned from ear to ear, completely unaware that he was about to step on a high-explosive landmine.

I'll steal your sister's stuff! That's the kind of thing I'm not cut out for!

In the rest area, Tony gulped down a mouthful of unpleasant leafy green juice, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and immediately pulled out an encrypted satellite phone from the briefcase on the side.

After dialing a number, I quickly received a response.

"What's up, Boss?" The voice was playful, spoken in English with a Russian accent.

"Yelena, your sister's here at the company. That shrew from S.H.I.E.L.D. has ill intentions. I hope you can keep an eye on her." Tony leaned back on the sofa, poured himself a glass of whiskey with a relaxed expression, and said lazily.

He's no fool. In a sense, titles like billionaire, inventor, playboy, and philanthropist are all built on extraordinary intelligence.

He could see right through S.H.I.E.L.D.'s schemes. Tony disliked the organization; he had a strange, inexplicable feeling about it.

"Wow, boss, you actually had the heart to make me monitor my sister, isn't that a bit... "

Yelena, with her tongue curled up, adopted a righteous and awe-inspiring posture as if she were being forced to submit to an evil superior, and went on and on.

"I've contacted MIT for you. You can enroll directly without taking the exam."

"You won't have to perform any tasks while you're in school. You'll have paid leave until you graduate," Tony chuckled, offering an offer you couldn't refuse.

“Okay, boss, it’s a deal! I’ll bring Eloshir along, I guarantee my sister won’t find out!” Yelena cheered and agreed without hesitation.

She never attended school properly as a child; her knowledge was taught by instructors at the Red House. She never went to university, let alone high school.

I dream of enjoying a wonderful campus life like a normal person.

After hanging up the satellite phone, Yelena chuckled like a little fox.

She's just my sister, let's just leave her for now and pick her up later. She won't blame me, right?

Chapter 62 Monaco

Monaco City, the capital of the Principality of Monaco, is located in southeastern France in western Europe.

The entire city is built on a huge cliff that extends from the Alps to the Mediterranean Sea, earning it the reputation of "the cliff city".

With its beautiful scenery, cool and pleasant climate, and spring-like weather all year round, this place is undoubtedly an excellent destination for vacation and leisure.

The Monte Carlo Motor Speedway is the most famous attraction in Monaco.

As the shortest Formula 1 circuit, it is only 3.3 kilometers long, yet it blends ancient city-style streets with famous tunnels.

The track is narrow, requiring drivers to demonstrate superb skills to cope with complex road conditions, making the championship title of this race a coveted honor for many drivers.

On the street, a luxurious Rolls-Royce, escorted by local police, slowly drove into the hotel parking lot.

It seemed the news had already spread, as many spectators who came to watch the biennial Formula 1 race had gathered nearby early on.

Shortly after, Tony, dressed in a sharp suit and wearing sunglasses, stepped out of the car and waved to the crowd, instantly winning enthusiastic cheers.

As a public figure, Iron Man's arrival undoubtedly added more attention to the Monaco motorsports event.

Pepper followed closely behind, while Happy carried a red and white metal box, staying close to Tony's side.

The hotel venue was bustling with activity, as wealthy people from all over the world gathered together, and expensive champagne and beautiful women were everywhere.

“This is Europe. Let’s just go with the flow for the next 20 minutes,” Tony said softly to Pepper.

“What do you mean by ‘taking things as they come’? Why didn’t you get some rest and had to come to Monaco? Are you trying to die from overwork?” Pepper glared at him and retorted without any mercy.

She knew this workaholic's habits all too well; this great inventor was lucky if he could get 20 hours of sleep a week.

If it were anyone else, they would probably be in the hospital by now. It's hard to imagine that this is the lifestyle of a billionaire.

He's being completely irresponsible with himself!

"Okay, honey, I'm so bored and restless, I just want to relax and watch some racing. It won't be anything dangerous," Tony complained pitifully, his face drooping.

What he said was true; the long-term high tension had already exhausted him, and it was only natural for him to relax occasionally.

Pepper came to discuss business, while Tony claimed to be his sidekick, here to enjoy his vacation.

"Okay, as long as you behave and don't do anything stupid." Pepper's expression softened considerably, and she gently stroked Tony's face as she spoke.

"Don't worry, I'm an honest man." Tony winked and grinned, but his eyes darted around the hotel.

Happy was so embarrassed that he wanted to crawl into a hole. Even if all the honest people in the world died, it wouldn't be his turn!

"Mr. Stark, how was your journey?" At that moment, Natasha, dressed in a red dress, walked over with a smile and greeted him naturally.

Having accepted the job, she dutifully arrived in Monaco ahead of time to handle matters such as hotel accommodations, food and beverage orders, and tourist attraction guides. Of course, ensuring Tony's safety was of paramount importance.

The two were already acquainted, but in public, they still had to maintain the proper superior-subordinate relationship.

Natasha is extremely professional; she is impeccable in both her work and her facial expressions.

“Of course, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Tony replied in a formulaic manner.

You little S.H.I.E.L.D. girl, don't even think about outsmarting me.

“A photographer from the Monaco Motor Speedway Club would like to take some photos of you, is that alright?” Natasha gave Tony a meaningful look and pointed to the person behind her as she asked.

"Of course, you can arrange it. Just remember to make sure I look good in the photos, or I might send him a lawyer's letter," Tony said, waving his hand half-jokingly.

"Tony, is it easy to use? It's so pretty, just what you wanted." Pepper glared at her boyfriend, pulling his gaze away from Natasha's shapely buttocks, and said irritably.

"Darling, it's just an act. You know who she is."

Tony felt wronged. He had only glanced at the man twice. Compared to his previous absurd life, he was now a model man!

"Okay!" Little Chili suddenly regretted it, after all, she really couldn't let go of this bad guy.

The two appeared to be chatting and laughing, striking various official poses in front of the photographer, but in reality, Tony's waist was almost bruised from being pinched.

Who understands this?!

Along the way, Tony met many wealthy businessmen and business partners in the technology sector, and greeted them casually.

Here, far more people know him than he knows them. There are many wealthy, ostentatious bosses whose names he doesn't even know, making it all a completely ineffective social interaction.

Finally, Tony and Pepper sat down at the bar, only to see an annoying guy, Justin Hammer.

"Hey Tony, how have you been lately?" This guy acted all familiar, completely ignoring Tony's disgusted expression, and there was a tall and beautiful girl next to him.

"Ha, it's you, Justin Hammer. Instead of studying your medieval armor, you're here looking for inspiration?" Tony's eyelids twitched, and he said with disgust.

"Don't be so arrogant, this isn't a place where only you can drive luxury cars," Justin quipped sarcastically.

Tony sneered and looked up at the ceiling, refusing to communicate with this idiot, but the other continued to chatter on and on.

"Let me introduce you to someone I know, Miss Christine, the head of the news department at Hammer Corporation."

"Oh, that's the female reporter you used your connections to get fired from Vanity Fair magazine, right?"

Justin turned to the side, revealing the girl standing behind him. He was capable of anything to disgust this rival.

“Hi, Mr. Stark, long time no see.” Christine greeted him gracefully, showing no anger at losing her job, after all, she now had better options.

"From a tabloid reporter to a private journalist for arms dealers, that's quite a transformation."

Tony stared at the wine glass in his hand and said calmly.

He couldn't be bothered to look at the woman he had once had a one-night stand with, after all, she had slandered his good friend.

“Mr. Stark, I’m sorry about that interview; it wasn’t my intention.”

“But if I don’t interview that junior from Brown University, I’ll lose my job.” A hint of apology flashed across Christine’s face, but it was gone in an instant, and her tone remained perfectly natural.

"In fact, you still lost your job after the interview, so this is karma." Tony glanced at her coldly and said bluntly.

“That’s right, thanks to you, I now work at Hammer Industries, specializing in reporting on weapons and equipment.” Christine shrugged and said helplessly.

She did not regret interviewing Lu Yunmeng.

She was the first journalist to obtain official interview materials regarding the superheroine who became a global sensation in a short period of time.

After all, she was elusive and difficult to find, which made her famous in the industry.

Afterwards, Christine wondered why the editor of Vanity Fair magazine had asked her to use provocative language to interview Supergirl. The answer she received was that it would attract attention.

To be honest, Christine and Lu Yunmeng didn't have any conflicts, and they barely even crossed paths; they were just acquaintances.

But she was still a little jealous of her junior's sudden acquisition of superpowers and global fame.

Back when she was Vanity Fair's best reporter, Lu Yunmeng was just a freelance writer struggling to make ends meet. Now, her status has been reversed so suddenly, which is really hard to accept.

“I agree with you. From now on, you should focus more on Hammer Industries’ weapons development and stop producing counterfeit and substandard products.” Tony said expressionlessly and sarcastically.

"Actually, I'm here to interview the real president of Stark Industries, Ms. Pepper Potts, not you, the former president."

“If possible, I would like to speak with Miss Pepper alone,” Christine said with a bright smile, as if nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, at the F1 circuit's gas station, Yelena, dressed in an orange staff uniform and wearing a baseball cap, was struggling to adjust the car's tires.

A tire weighing over ten kilograms was easily moved to the warehouse in her hands like a small pebble. Her speed and strength were astonishing, like that of a superhuman woman. Fortunately, no one around was paying attention.

"I swear this is the last time. If it weren't for that acceptance letter, why would I be working as a porter here?" Yelena angrily threw the parts on the ground and stomped on them twice.