Reze raised her head, her turquoise eyes narrowing slightly.
Naturally, it was impossible for Su Modie to expose her true identity and admit that she was the main body of Reze and Perona.
Therefore, Reze curled her lips into a smile and drawled her words:
"Su Modie..."
"She is my pet."
...?
Fury and Natasha were both stunned at the same time.
Even for the well-traveled King of Spies, his brain stalled for a second at this moment.
Pet?
The image of Su Modie's pure and harmless face instantly flashed through Fury's mind, and he looked at the extremely dangerous bomb girl in front of him.
My God... seeing Fury's "just as I thought" expression, Natasha was also dumbfounded.
It turned out that Fury's previous conspiracy theories weren't wrong at all; the dynamic was even more twisted than he had imagined.
As expected of the Director... in Natasha's heart, she couldn't help but admire the Director's foresight.
As for Su Modie in the apartment, she spat out a mouthful of cola:
"Reze! I told you to make up an identity, but explain to me what you mean by 'pet'?!"
Reze replied with a smile in her heart: "Pet is just a casual choice~ Besides, being fed by me every day and having your hair smoothed, isn't that a very happy thing?"
Su Modie: "Like hell it is!"
"Alright, that's your internal business."
Fury took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his sympathy for that Asian girl: "Just don't end up killing anyone..."
Reze smiled sweetly: "Don't worry, I don't have that function."
...?
Natasha was stunned for two seconds upon hearing this, and Fury spat out a mouthful of water.
What kind of wild words were these?
Did he mean that?!
Reze smiled and didn't say anything more.
Although the identity of "pet" sounded incredibly embarrassing, fortunately, once something becomes absurd to a certain point, people tend to believe it's true.
Fury seemed to have truly dropped his deep investigation into Su Modie's identity.
After all, creatures like demons are often associated with chaos and evil. Keeping a poor human girl as a pet... this kind of perverse taste seemed perfectly reasonable?
Having achieved his purpose, Nick Fury wiped the water off his clothes and didn't stay any longer. After giving Reze a deep look, he turned and pushed the door open to leave.
The black trench coat and the black face soon disappeared into the black night.
But Natasha didn't leave.
She sat in her original place, her expression somewhat complex.
As a top Agent, she instinctively suspected that everything Reze had said in front of her earlier was just an act—
This caused a surge of inexplicable loss in her heart.
"Was the previous conversation all fake?"
"That nostalgia for her hometown, that girlish innocence... even her identity as a Russian was probably fake, right?"
"After all, where would a Russian demon come from? It was all probably made up by the demon to bewitch people, wasn't it?"
But then again, Natasha mocked herself in her heart; when had she become so immature?
To actually expect a demon to reveal its true heart to a stranger.
In this World full of lies, expecting sincerity itself is a form of naivety.
Especially since she was an Agent full of lies herself. Now that it was her turn to have her emotions toyed with, wasn't it only natural?
However, just as Fury stepped across the threshold.
In the next second, Reze's aura changed instantly.
The pressure she felt when facing the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the feigned obedience immediately dissipated.
Like a magic trick, she returned to her previous carefree and relaxed manner, even rolling her eyes.
"Auntie, hurry up and eat," Reze picked up her knife and fork, pointing at the sumptuous dishes on the table, her tone carrying a hint of complaint.
"The food was getting cold because of that Braised Egg."
Natasha was stunned: "Brai... Braised Egg?"
She had obviously never heard such a unique nickname for the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and didn't even know what a Braised Egg was, but seeing Reze gorging herself without any defenses, the confusion in her eyes deepened.
Wasn't this girl afraid that S.H.I.E.L.D. would poison the food?
Although S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't be so underhanded most of the time, being so defenseless in front of an unknown enemy was a major taboo.
Of course, Natasha had no idea that Reze didn't care about poison at all.
Su Modie understood perfectly.
Although this avatar seemed to have been pulled by her before the mission even started, in chainsaw man, even if Reze's internal organs were full of mold, she was vomiting blood, or even on the verge of death due to the Mold Devil's attack, as long as she pulled the pin to trigger a self-explosion, she could reconstruct a perfectly healthy body from the explosion.
Mere human poisons were not even considered seasonings to the bomb demon.
Seeing Reze eating heartily, Natasha also picked up her utensils again.
She tried to calm herself down, telling herself that a mission was just a mission and she shouldn't involve too much emotion.
But just then, Reze swallowed a mouthful of food and suddenly said softly:
"I didn't lie to you before."
Natasha's movements paused, and she looked up.
"I really am Russian."
Reze's voice was calm, as if she were telling someone else's story. "I really did grow up there... though it's not a pleasant memory."
Then, under Su Modie's instruction, Reze slowly told her past.
It wasn't a fabricated lie, but everything the real Reze had experienced.
Adopted by Soviet state institutions... or rather, kidnapped.
Locked in cold-blooded facilities with countless children, undergoing inhumanly harsh training.
She was a test subject, a weapon with a demon's heart, and in that cruel elimination, she was almost the sole survivor.
"There were many children who went in with me," Reze lowered her eyes, looking at the food on her plate, "but in the end, I was the only one who came out."
Hearing these words, the Black Widow's originally hardened defenses slowly crumbled, and her eyes involuntarily moistened.
She didn't think Reze could have found her top-secret files in these few short minutes to fabricate a similar story to gain her sympathy.
This experience was too real; the chill and loneliness emanating from her bones were uncannily consistent with her own childhood in the Red Room.
No wonder... no wonder she smelled the scent of her own kind on this demon girl.
It was the scent of a survivor who had crawled out of blood and fire.
Natasha knew that Reze wasn't a born demon, but a demon forged by heartless people—just like her.
Su Modie silently observed this scene.
As a Marvel fan, she naturally knew about Natasha's past, but she really hadn't lied to Natasha.
Reze's past was indeed identical to Natasha's.
Thus, for Natasha, Reze was no longer just an ordinary fellow countrywoman, but another version of herself in the World.
This was also why Natasha's defenses were broken by just a few words from Reze.
To be honest, Su Modie still felt quite bad for Natasha.
Whether it was the early years in the Red Room... or the hasty death in Avengers 4... but now, as Reze's simulation value on the panel began to skyrocket due to Reze's emotional resonance.
Su Modie felt that she had a bit more genuine affection for this Black Widow.
The atmosphere of the dinner became subtle and warm at this moment.
Natasha also opened up and began to tell Reze about her past—about that somewhat ridiculous yet tragic Red Guardian, about her sister Yelena, and about that fake yet incredibly precious family time..
Reze gradually became fascinated by what she heard.
To others, Natasha's story was full of betrayal and pain, but to Reze, it actually contained a few hints of enviable warmth.
"At least... you have a family," Reze said softly.
"Even if it's only in name..."
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