Emma Watson as Nubia, as a Winter Soldier…

The treatments that the Russian Hydra program were using were rudimentary compared to earlier treatments, but Nubia accepted them.

Along with these treatments were implants, designed to enhance her adrenal system, allowing her to trigger much stronger internal doses of adrenaline than a normal person would have.

You also see her going through implants of adamantium on parts of her body to enhance her defensive ability. Specifically on her rib cage, her spine, and her shins and forearms, along with parts of her skull.

With her powerful Amazon physiology enhanced with several rounds of the super soldier serum, Nabuia is able to survive these implants and heal up. It is nowhere near as quick as the healing factor seen in Wolverine, and Hydra does not have as advanced an ability to implant the metal, nor do they have as much of the rare metal as the people who enhanced Logan.

So Nubia has it implanted in places as a defensive enhancement, but not in the same form as a weapon, and not coating all of her bones.

After healing for a few days, she smiles as she sees there are no scars. It seems she cannot scar with her Amazon heritage and the repeated doses of the super soldier serum.

Nubia is summoned to the commissar’s office again, and you see from her body language she expects the regular meeting between herself and the commander of the facility.

She dresses in the more revealing clothing that the Commissar prefers for these visits, which show off her muscular and curvaceous form, clinging to her as she walks towards his office.

She is surprised to see a different man sitting on the commissar’s desk casually. He was an older and thinner man, who smiles at Nubia casually as she enters.

Nubia could see the former commissar on the floor behind his desk dead, with a blood splatter on the wall, as she walks in two Soviet soldiers are noticed on the back wall.

She sees a suppressed PB pistol lying on the desk next to an open folder. Her picture is seen on the page it is opened to.

He speaks to her in subtitled Russian, in a friendly tone, “good afternoon Nubia, how are you this fine Siberian night?”

He sees her gaze move from the dead officer to her picture on the page, and a look of distrust on her face, “do not worry for this fat slob, he…resigned his post today. And he killed himself in shame, a tragedy of course.”

You see Nubia tense up, glancing to the sides, noting more men with Kalashnikov rifles, at their shoulders, but fingers on the trigger.

The man notices her gaze and waves his hand at them.

“Leave please,” he says to the two soldiers, “you are not needed in this room, wait outside.”

She doesn’t speak, her face shows her annoyance at this exchange, the Commissar was a pig, but fucking him was a small enough payment for her continued improvement.

The older man smiles, “my name is colonel Petrov, I am a political officer with the KGB, and we found that this man was placing himself above the people of the Soviet Union.”

Petrov then lights up a cigarette, and continues speaking, “he placed his own pleasure ahead of the success of this program.” He takes a long drag on his cigarette, “there is an operation that is well overdue, but he was too busy enjoying the pleasures of the flesh to see it to completion. A task which you were to complete for us in India my dear.”

He dropped another file on top of Nubia’s and flipped it open, showing a picture of Indira Gandhi, at the time the Prime Minister of India. And placed his pistol on the picture.

“We need someone taken care of, and the only possible explanation can be that her own guards killed her,” Petrov says coldly. “That wouldn’t bother you would it, killing a woman.”

Nubia sneers at the man, “I am quite unbothered with the thought of killing anyone, anyone in the world. When is this needed?”

“Soon my dear, so no more time for the fornication my predecessor here seemed to enjoy,” he says coldly. Nubia turns and starts to walk out the door, and her tight outfit makes Emma Watson’s muscular ass look fantastic. “Hold…” he says sharply, “close the door please.”

You see Nubia make a face as the soldiers close the door, and colonel Petrov walks up, one hand finds the top of her ass, and moves to grasp it tightly, and the other locks the door securely. Her eyes roll, knowing what is to come.

“Perhaps there is a little time,” Petrov says, still in subtitled Russian, but with an obviously perverted tone of voice. “A little time to explore our new relationship my dear Nubia, to see what felt so good that the fat fuck on the floor over there was willing to put this program in danger over it.”

As he says this, he deftly removes her top, exposing Emma Watson’s breasts. She turns and removes her clothing fully, bending at the waist over the desk, presenting her beautiful ass to the KGB agent. She is looking right at the dead Commissar’s face.

Petrov walks up behind her, admiring her muscular ass, groping and squeezing it, “it does not bother you that your lover is dead?”

She turns and looks at him coldly, “it does not bother me when anyone dies comrade. Would you like to fuck me while I brace myself on his corpse? I will suck his dick if you want to see it. **** is a part of life, I really don’t care Petrov.”

“That won’t be needed my dear,” Petrov says, as he pushes his cock into her body. He starts slowly and then picks up his pace.

The thin older man fucks Emma Watson quite hard, and you show Emma Watson’s bored expression as her hair bounces with Petrov’s thrusts. Her eyes watch the dead commissar’s dead body, and she smiles. He had it coming, as will Petrov one day.

Soon you see him groan as he orgasms inside of her, the scene fades out, and you see a new location.

‘New Delhi, 1984.”

You show an abstract view of the famous **** of Indira Gandhi, with confusion and gunfire among and between her guards, and you see Nubia sneak away quietly, a smile on her face.