MARVEL/DC: DOCTOR IN THE MULTIVERSE

Black Widow frowned slightly.

"You want to buy me?"

"Not purchase."

Lynn swirled the tea inside his cup calmly.

"A transaction."

"You provide information."

"I provide something you cannot obtain anywhere else."

Natasha's eyes narrowed faintly.

"What exactly?"

Lynn did not answer immediately.

Instead—

He stood up slowly and walked toward her.

That single movement caused Natasha's muscles to tense instinctively.

Not visibly.

But the subtle contraction of the shoulders and shift in breathing rhythm were enough.

A lifetime of assassin conditioning.

Lynn stopped directly in front of her.

Then raised one hand calmly.

His fingers hovered several centimeters above her abdomen without making contact.

The All-Seeing Eye activated automatically.

Natasha Romanoff's entire biological structure unfolded transparently before his vision.

Every scar.

Every damaged nerve.

Every hidden trauma accumulated over decades.

"Left fifth rib."

Lynn spoke flatly.

"The fracture healed improperly."

"Two-millimeter callus displacement."

"Pressure sensitivity increases during rainy weather."

Natasha's breathing changed instantly.

Not dramatically.

Just enough.

Lynn continued.

"Cervical vertebrae C3 through thoracic T7."

"Extensive microscopic neural-burn scarring."

"High-frequency electrical damage."

"Repeated exposure over long periods."

"Red Room obedience conditioning."

The silence inside the clinic deepened heavily.

"Your pain tolerance exceeds ordinary humans by approximately three times."

"Not natural adaptation."

"Conditioned electroshock trauma."

Natasha said nothing.

Then—

Lynn's gaze lowered slightly.

"And the most severe damage…"

His voice became colder.

"The uterus."

"The Red Room sterilization procedure was primitive."

"They physically destroyed portions of the fallopian tubes and basal endometrial layer directly."

"Your endocrine system remains chronically suppressed because of it."

"Hormonal output approximately forty percent below standard healthy female levels."

Natasha's expression changed completely.

Not anger.

Not embarrassment.

Something deeper.

The expression of someone whose oldest hidden wound had been exposed without warning.

"You…"

For the first time since entering the clinic—

Her composure cracked slightly.

Lynn withdrew his hand calmly.

Then returned to his chair.

"I can repair all of it."

"The ribs."

"The nerves."

"The reproductive damage."

"Everything."

He looked directly into Natasha's eyes.

"I can restore your body to the condition it should have possessed before the Red Room ever touched you."

Silence filled the clinic afterward.

Heavy.

Oppressive.

Natasha remained seated motionlessly for a long time.

The emotions inside those green eyes became increasingly complicated.

Wariness.

Shock.

Disbelief.

And beneath all of it—

Hope.

A top-tier intelligence operative feared many things.

Death.

Failure.

Capture.

But the deepest fear remained being completely understood.

And Lynn had done far worse than understanding her.

He had casually exposed secrets hidden for over twenty years.

Secrets even Nick Fury himself never fully knew.

"You possess an overwhelming information advantage over me."

Natasha finally spoke again.

Her voice sounded calmer now.

But tension remained underneath.

"That makes this deal unequal from the beginning."

"All transactions are unequal."

Lynn lifted the teacup again.

"The only difference…"

"…is whether both sides consider the exchange acceptable."

"You can leave now."

"Walk out that door."

"And pretend tonight never happened."

Natasha studied him silently.

Then asked quietly:

"Aren't you afraid I'll tell Fury?"

"You won't."

"Why are you so certain?"

"Because people truly planning betrayal rarely announce it beforehand."

Lynn answered smoothly.

"If you intended to inform Fury…"

"…you would not ask permission first."

Natasha fell silent again.

Thirty seconds passed.

Then—

She stood up.

Lynn initially assumed she intended to leave.

Instead—

Natasha walked toward the operating table.

She removed the black leather jacket casually and placed it across the chair nearby.

Then turned toward him.

"Do it."

Lynn glanced at her once.

"You've decided?"

"Stop wasting time."

Natasha's tone regained the decisive sharpness of an elite field operative.

"You're correct."

"This deal benefits me far more than it benefits you."

"I exchange information and loyalty…"

A faint pause.

"…for something I stopped believing possible years ago."

As she spoke—

Her fingers reached toward the buttons of the fitted undershirt.

"Just remove the jacket."

Lynn interrupted calmly while retrieving sterile gloves and a microscopic injection device from the instrument cabinet.

"Lie down."

"This operation is complimentary."

Natasha rolled her eyes slightly.

Then obeyed anyway.

She lay flat across the operating table beneath the cold surgical lighting overhead.

The harsh illumination revealed details usually hidden beneath her composure.

Faint exhaustion lines near the eyes.

Micro-scars along the collarbone.

Old bruising hidden beneath perfect posture.

Natasha stared upward toward the ceiling.

"Why refuse payment?"

"Because what I require from you is worth more than money."

Lynn snapped the gloves into place smoothly and approached the table.

The All-Seeing Eye projected every damaged structure inside Natasha's body into three-dimensional detail.

Left fifth rib.

Improper callus growth.

Requires high-frequency vibrational realignment.

Microsurgery-level precision.

Fortunately—

The Undying Divine Body granted perfect muscular control.

Then—

The spinal nerves.

The electrical scars extended widely from C3 through T7.

Fortunately—

Damage remained superficial.

Targeted regenerative injections would restore the neural sheath gradually.

Finally—

The reproductive damage.

The most complicated portion.

The Red Room sterilization procedure had not been a simple tubal ligation.

They had intentionally destroyed portions of the endometrial basal layer and fallopian ciliated tissue directly.

Repairing that damage required something beyond ordinary medicine.

Lynn opened a hidden refrigeration compartment deep within the instrument cabinet.

Inside rested a syringe containing pale golden fluid.

An Asgardian biofactor regeneration solution.

Created earlier using microscopic diluted quantities of his own modified blood.

Each drop possessed enormous regenerative value.

He returned beside the operating table calmly.

Then began.

"First the rib."

Lynn located the fifth left rib precisely using two fingers.

Then lightly pinched the misaligned callus between thumb and forefinger.

Immediately afterward—

Microscopic vibrations spread from his fingertips.

Five-thousand-hertz precision oscillation.

The improperly healed callus gradually softened and shifted beneath the controlled frequency.

Natasha's body tensed instantly.

Her breathing sharpened.

"Pain?"

"No."

She forced the word through clenched teeth.

"It just feels…"

A slight pause.

"…wrong."

"Like something moving inside the bone."

"That is exactly what is happening."

"The callus is restructuring."

"Do not move."

Several seconds later—

The rib alignment corrected fully.

Then Lynn moved behind her.

"Turn over."

Natasha obeyed silently.

Now lying face down—

The scars hidden beneath years of physical conditioning became more visible beneath surgical lighting.

Lynn picked up the pale-gold syringe calmly.

Then aimed toward the damaged spinal-nerve region between her shoulder blades.

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