Chapter 432: Recruitment

Chapter 432: Recruitment

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The hangar was abuzz with whispers and hushed conversations as the freed Widows gathered, forming a sea of faces that ranged from hopeful to uncertain. They eyed each other, their newfound freedom a tantalizing prospect that seemed almost too good to be true. Standing at the forefront, Spider-Man's presence commanded their attention, his mysterious aura captivating their focus.

Peter cleared his throat, projecting his voice to reach every corner of the hangar. The room grew silent, eyes fixed on him in anticipation. With a deep breath, he began to speak, his words resonating with a mix of empathy and charisma.

"Thank you all for being here today. I know the path that brought you to this moment has been difficult, and I can't even begin to fathom the challenges you've faced. But now, you stand at a crossroads, and the choice is yours to make."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd. The widows exchanged glances, curiosity and skepticism warred within them. Witness the debut of this chapter, unveiled through Ñôv€l--B1n.

"I offer you two options," Peter continued, his gaze sweeping across the gathered widows. "Option one, if you seek a life free from the shackles that have bound you for far too long, if you yearn to be part of a world where you can have a fresh start, a normal life, then the Avengers will assist you in any way possible. And we have Tony Stark footing the bill, so the sky is the limit." He smirked under his mask, happy to waste more of his friends money.

Whispers filled the air once again, more intense than before. Yelena exchanged a surprised look with Melina, both astounded by Peter's unexpected offer.

"Option two," Peter's tone grew firmer, "if you feel that your skills, your experiences, and your sense of purpose align with continuing this line of work, but on your own terms, then the Avengers extend their hand as well. We recognize the strengths that each of you possess, and we believe that you deserve the freedom to wield those strengths as you see fit."

The crowd seemed divided, wavering between two paths that had never seemed so attainable. Hope and apprehension danced in their eyes as they listened to Peter's words.

"Here's what I promise you," Peter's voice carried conviction, his sincerity evident in every word. "For those who choose option one, we will ensure your transition into society is as smooth as possible. We will provide housing, education, and assistance in finding jobs. You'll have a chance to rebuild your lives, free from your past as a slave for the Red Room."

Taking a moment for them to process his words, Peter motioned to the left side of the Hangar. "If that's something you'd be interested in, then please stand on the left." The left side of the hangar seemed to grow more populated as the widows considered the idea of a life beyond the Red Room.

"On the other hand," Peter continued, gesturing to the right this time. "for those who choose option two, you will have the opportunity to become part of something bigger. You will become agents like Black Widow, whose been a part of the Avengers since it's inception. And unlike Dreykov, who I doubt treated any of you humanely, we pay a very generous salary, provide a free apartment in the Avengers Tower, and much more. Basically, we'll treat you like human beings. With days off, vacations, sick days, insurance, and just about anything else you can think of."

The right side of the hangar saw a surge of movement as more widows leaned towards this second path. It seemed that some of them, despite their history, felt a sense of empowerment and purpose that resonated with them.

A sense of relief seemed to wash over Melina as she made her choice, wishing to stay close to her daughters. Natasha raised an eyebrow inquisitively, unaware of her mothers intentions.

Peter turned to Natasha, addressing her with a note of seriousness. "Natasha, as you know, the widows will need a new leader, someone they can look up to. So, I'll be creating a new branch within the Avengers, called Nightingale. They'll operate in a more behind-the-scenes manner, similar to SHIELD, but without public knowledge. And you'll be the director."

Natasha's eyes widened in surprise, her mind struggling to process the implications of this unexpected responsibility. "Director? But... I didn't..."

Peter cut her off with a small smile. "You don't have to make a decision right away. Just think about it. You've earned this opportunity, Natasha."

Yelena, however, was not one to hold back. She frowned at Peter's choice of name. "Why Nightingale? Shouldn't they be named after something... I don't know, more related to spiders? We are Black Widows, after all."

Peter chuckled softly, explaining, "The Nightingale is a bird that suffers when captured and confined, but it thrives when free and able to sing its melodious songs in its natural habitat. Now that they're free, I hope they'll thrive like the Nightingale."

Natasha sighed, her gaze shifting between Peter and Yelena. "I can't refuse, can I?" she muttered, a mixture of exasperation and amusement in her voice. "Fine, I'll give it a try. But don't expect me to be half as good as someone like Fury."

Peter shrugged nonchalantly. "You can do whatever you want. No pressure."

Natasha rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "Okay, fine. I'll give it a shot."

"Good, now I'll appoint your first subordinate and Assistant Director, Melina whatever the hell your Russian last name is. Congratulations." Peter said, shocking both mother and daughter.

Feeling left out, Yelena stepped forward, a noticeable pout on her lips. "What about me?"

Peter shrugged once again. "Ask your sister. She's free to give you any position she wants. I only made your mother the Assistant Director because she has the most experience out of all the Widows. She'll be a massive help to Natasha."

Turning to her sister, Yelena starred a hole in the side of Natasha's head, waiting expectantly for a cool high-level title.

"What about me?" Suddenly, Alexei spoke up. "Can I join the Avengers?"

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