It's a pity, at that time, she had nothing but her beauty and figure."
After speaking, Watson stood up, ignoring Natasha's somewhat wary gaze, and walked to the window.
"Alright, that's enough of the story for today. If I have a chance, I'll continue telling it to you. I'm going to sleep. Don't forget to give me what I want tomorrow."
After Watson finished speaking, he took off his shirt, revealing his powerful muscles, and lay directly on the bed, no longer paying attention to Natasha.
Natasha looked at the man on the bed in silence for a long time, then suddenly opened her mouth and asked, "Is the story you told real?"
"If I have the chance to tell you the whole story, you'll know. Also, I said if that person was you, do you think it's you?"
Natasha didn't know how to answer, so she simply said, "Then where do you plan for me to sleep?"
"Find the most suitable place for yourself—Natasha, do you have any family?"
Natasha was slightly stunned by the question and immediately replied, "No, I never have."
Natasha turned her head to look at the bright moon in the sky, lost in thought. Her beautiful eyes moved from side to side, and she suddenly said, "Actually, I'm just like what that playboy, Tony Stark, said. The feeling of family, happy smiles—for that brief moment, I cherished that feeling. Although I know it's very distant for someone like me, that's why I cherish it."
Watson sat up from the bed, not caring about his bare upper body, and turned to ask, "In your previous missions, have there been no scenes like tonight?"
Natasha, with a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, seemed to be mocking her past and Watson's naivety.
Natasha turned her head to look at the man in front of her and said with a smile, "What? The Ghost Rider who wanted to devour me just now, wants to hear a story?"
"If you're willing, I'm all ears. Oh, by the way, can you tell me how old you are?" Watson suddenly thought about the issue of parallel Marvel universes and wanted to confirm if the Black Widow in front of him was the one he could accept.
Natasha looked at Watson with a strange expression, but she didn't pay attention to it. She continued to look at the moon in the sky and said, "I'm a former Soviet citizen, born in 1984. However, I started training in a 'hell' at a very young age. They were all girls like me, and every single day, someone died. They taught us various killing techniques like fighting, shooting, assassination, and also how to please men and women. If you weren't qualified, you'd be eliminated. That place was called the 'Red Room.' After graduating there, I was recruited into the KGB, a Soviet intelligence organization. My daily job was to interact with different people, both men and women, and then kill them to get what the organization needed. However, I later betrayed them and joined the current S.H.I.E.L.D. At least now I believe I can walk in the sunlight openly, instead of in the shadows. It feels like—I'm a good person—but, never, never have I had a scene like today. Never."
Watson listened quietly, actually relieved in his heart. Born in 1984, that means it's the movie universe.
However, he still needed to be careful, after all, when he was in Afghanistan before, he felt Professor X's probing.
Watson pondered for a moment and said to Natasha, "Officer 'Wilson,' I accept your previous apology, and I won't tell Aunt Leah, at least not until I know she can accept it. Don't you give yourself away. Alright, now we can sleep."
Natasha, sitting on the balcony, was slightly stunned, not expecting this man to say such a thing.
The night, now silent again, began to feel a little cold.
Natasha hugged her legs and rubbed them up and down, then looked at the man lying under the covers, suddenly feeling a bit exasperated.
He truly had no gentlemanly manners at all.
After a while longer—it seemed she had made some kind of decision.
She stood up and slowly removed her police uniform and trousers.
Under the silver glow, she was like a favored child chosen by the god of the night, gently draped in a light veil of moonlight, shedding a touch of sensuality and gaining a hint of purity.
Watson, who was currently thinking about how to get the Black Widow into bed these past few days, suddenly felt a cold body slide into his arms, and then he felt the sensation of surging waves.
???? Did I accidentally summon a dragon?? Did my wish come true??
Although Watson was very puzzled, he still opened his mouth and said, "Is this part of your job as my designated agent?"
"No, I'm 'Wilson' now, a junior police officer who admires the Ghost Rider, nothing more." Natasha felt the fiery warmth emanating from around her body and recalled the feeling of the dinner party tonight.
She wanted to try once, to attempt not to let her entire life be solely about killing and schemes. She had once envied Clint's family. Every time she visited little Lila and Cooper, there was always an undeniable envy in her eyes, and she had even agreed with Laura that if they had another daughter, they would name her Natasha.
Now, she felt this might be an opportunity, a chance, to perhaps, perhaps, have that feeling forever.
Anyway, even if it failed, it would just be returning to her old life. She was already used to it, wasn't she?
Upon hearing this, Watson turned her over, looked into her blue eyes, and said, "Do you know what your decision means right now?"
"I don't know, but if possible, I hope I can hear the whole story." Natasha finished speaking, then removed the last layer of protection from her body, melting herself tightly into the man's embrace.
"Let the consequences of doing this be put aside for now! But right now, you need to know one thing first." Watson pulled Natasha beneath him, savoring every exquisite sensation between their bodies.
"What?" Natasha wrapped her arms around the man's neck, biting her lip as she spoke.
"The dragon's fury is not that easy to bear!!"
The curtains were gently stirred by the breeze, and the faint light from outside streamed in.
It grew brighter and brighter, somewhat dazzling.
"Mmm—" Watson, awakened by the sunlight, slowly opened his eyes.
The full sensation in his hand confirmed the reality of last night.
Watson turned his head to look at the face on his shoulder and smiled softly.
From the moment you first approached me, you were destined to fail. I'm a man who knows your past decade and your next decade.
After thinking, his hand began to move restlessly again.
I have to say, this "Fury Sonata" is of much higher quality than the last one, and it's permanent too~
"—Hmm?…Don't move around~"