"Ps—Psychic powers?!"
"Maria, didn't you say Rowan's been learning martial arts recently? What's with this whole telekinesis thing?!"
Despite the surprise in her voice, Natasha wasn't as stunned as one might expect after all, she'd seen the Hulk's classified files before. That made it easier for her to accept the unexpected. She reached out, poking one of the floating water spheres with her finger as she turned to Hill.
"I—I have no idea," Hill said, equally baffled. "He couldn't do any of this just yesterday."
Still a bit dazed, she reached out and touched the water orbs herself, curiosity shining in her eyes.
Rowan chuckled as he watched the two won poking and prodding like wide-eyed kids.
"You could also call it psychokinesis," he offered casually.
"Psychokinesis? You an like the kind in movies and comics?" Natasha's eyes sparkled with interest.
"Sothing like that," Rowan nodded.
Psychokinesis and telekinesis were essentially the sa except his version couldn't directly act on living flesh. Not yet, anyway.
"Rowan, is this so kind of martial arts ability too?" Hill finally managed to ask after regaining her composure.
"Yes," Rowan replied. "But even among martial artists, very few ever awaken psychic abilities."
Hill nodded slowly, still trying to wrap her head around it.
Fortunately, as Fury's personal aide, she was privy to all sorts of classified information. She wasn't so rigid materialist who needed a PowerPoint to believe in powers. She adapted quickly.
Natasha, anwhile, crossed her arms and pursed her lips. "So… what you're saying is, I might not even be able to beat you anymore?"
Rowan grinned and gave her a sidelong glance. "Not might. Definitely can't."
"Excuse ?"
Natasha clenched her jaw. She looked like she'd just swallowed a lemon.
She'd only been gone for a couple of months, deep undercover, and now her sweet, pliable little sparring partner had leveled up and dared to look down on her?
"Ha! I don't buy it. Tomorrow, we're sparring," she declared.
Rowan said nothing, just smiled.
Spar? Bring it on. With my current punching power at nearly 3,000 kilograms, even Captain Arica would go flying. You, Natasha? You'll be lucky to land a hit.
Ti to settle so old scores.
He still rembered all those tis Natasha had toyed with him during training, tossing him around like a ragdoll. It was brutal.
Ironically, it was that experience that had sharpened his reflexes and tactical instincts why he could dominate soone like Luo Feng in his very first fight.
But now? The tables had turned.
As he washed clams at the sink, Rowan was already visualizing the next day's "after-dinner entertainnt" specifically, the many ways he could use his newfound psychokinesis to make Natasha regret ever underestimating him.
It was going to be fun.
"You know," Hill said, watching the ingredients practically cook themselves, "this psychokinesis thing… it's perfect for cooking."
She was srized. Vegetables chopped themselves, spices sprinkled at just the right monts, sauces stirred in the air. Rowan's kitchen had beco a one-man performance of culinary wizardry.
Rowan laughed. "I thought the sa thing."
The mont he awakened his abilities earlier that afternoon, the very first idea that had popped into his head wasn't battle-related at all it was cooking.
So naturally, as soon as he entered the kitchen, he put it to the test.
And honestly? It was amazing.
"Rowan, do you think I could learn psychokinesis too?" Hill asked hopefully as she danced between the floating water spheres, touching them like a child enchanted by soap bubbles.
She looked absolutely enchanted.
Natasha glanced over too, her curiosity fully piqued.
"Don't even think about it," Rowan said bluntly. "Psychic martial artists are one in a million even among elite warriors. You two haven't even made it past the first gate of martial arts. Don't get your hopes up."
"Aww…" Hill deflated a little, visibly disappointed.
Rowan smiled and shook his head.
If only…
He did consider passing on the Genetic Primordial Energy thod to Hill sothing he wasn't willing to share with anyone else in this world.
The problem was, her body simply wasn't suited for it. Her base stats were way too low to even attempt the foundational phase.
But maybe, one day, if he could enhance her physical condition... then perhaps he'd teach her the "Five Hearts Toward the Heavens" cultivation thod.
"Alright, both of you out of the kitchen," Rowan said suddenly. "This is my first ti using psychokinesis for sothing this detailed. I need to focus."
With a simple thought, the water spheres popped gently and vanished into thin air. He ushered both won outside the kitchen boundary like a pair of mischievous cats.
"Fine, fine," they said in reluctant unison.
After they left, Rowan shut the kitchen door and began fully imrsing himself in multitasking control.
To be honest, it was still quite a ntal drain.
Psychokinesis burned through his stamina quickly and even more critically, his brain was handling a ridiculous volu of micro-adjustnts all at once.
Tomorrow, I need to find out how many flying knives I can control at the sa ti.
As he cooked, Rowan's mind kept drifting to combat theory.
Among psychic fighters, the one who could control the most flying blades with precision was the strongest. But it wasn't just about numbers each blade had to hit with full power and precision, not just flutter around like cheap special effects.
Roughly thirty minutes later, six hot, fragrant dishes were finished plated, garnished, and arranged to perfection.
The kitchen was spotless. Not a splash or sar anywhere.
Rowan opened the door, snapped his fingers, and the six plates rose into the air and floated in a neat line behind him like well-trained ducklings.
Back in the living room, Hill and Natasha were mid-conversation when they turned and saw Rowan walking toward them six steaming plates hovering in his wake.
Their eyes lit up with awe and admiration.
Rowan had always been attractive, but now with his lean, sculpted figure, effortlessly handso features, and supernatural culinary flair he looked almost unreal.
A man who could cook like a five-star chef and control objects with his mind?
Good luck finding another like that anywhere in the world.
"Dinner's served," Rowan announced with flair, ntally guiding the six dishes to settle perfectly onto the table.
"Coming!" Natasha called out, imdiately uncoiling her legs and hopping off the couch like an eager puppy.
As she reached the table and saw the spread, her eyes glead. She leaned forward, breathing in the aromas like a woman reunited with her long-lost lover.
The look on her face was nearly tearful.
Rowan and Hill couldn't help but laugh. At once, amused and a little concerned.
What kind of horrors did she eat out there during that mission?
But standing across the table from her, Rowan couldn't help noticing sothing else entirely when Natasha leaned forward...
...he got a full view of certain angles enhanced by her tank top.
"Ahem. Alright, enough sniffing. Sit down and eat," Rowan said, clearing his throat.
Natasha and Hill quickly grabbed their chopsticks and dug in.
Natasha devoured the al like a soldier who hadn't seen real food in weeks actually, that might've been accurate. She alone finished over half the food.
Rowan and Hill barely managed to snatch a few bites between her frenzied attacks.
"Rowan... this was amazing. I swear, your cooking's gotten even better!" Natasha groaned happily, leaning back in her chair and patting her stuffed stomach.
Rowan smiled faintly.
Few things were as satisfying as seeing people you cared about enjoy your food.
"You ate so much are you even going to be able to sleep?" Rowan asked with a sly grin. "How about a little after-dinner exercise?"
"After-dinner... what?" Natasha blinked, confused.
She assud he ant a stroll around the neighborhood but honestly, she couldn't move a single step right now.
"Do you want to or not?" Rowan asked again, voice teasing.
"I do, but my legs say no."
"What if you didn't have to walk?"
"No walking? Then sure," Natasha said curiously. "What's your ga?"
"You said it. No backing out."
Rowan's grin widened.
Hill looked up too, intrigued. "What's he planning now…"
Without another word, Rowan dashed into the storage room and ca back out carrying three sets of tactical gear.
He tossed a bulletproof vest over his own shoulders, then quickly helped Hill and Natasha put theirs on.
"Ready?" Rowan asked, eyes sparkling. "Ti for that after-dinner workout."
Then he snapped his fingers.
"Ah!"
Both Hill and Natasha let out startled cries as their feet left the floor literally.
They were floating.
Rowan grinned and lifted off as well, gliding toward the open window.
With a whoosh, he soared out into the night sky.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
A beat later, Natasha and Hill still wide-eyed and floating shot out of the window right behind him.
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