Inside the car, looking at what was written in the diary, the Widow let out a self-deprecating laugh.
Just as I imagined.
I wasn't the first to retire; I was the first to die.
Raising her hand, she brushed her wine-red hair behind her ear. Natasha Romanoff adjusted the seat, reclining and putting her feet up on the steering wheel.
She began to seriously consider: if such an Avengers team truly existed, what would she do?
She grew up in the Red Room, subjected to brutal training and torture.
After growing up, she earned the title of Black Widow but was controlled by the Red Room to commit unforgivable evils time and again.
With blood on her hands, she managed to escape from that place.
Every day was spent hiding, constantly hunted by agents from the Red Room.
It could be said she was like a rat scurrying in the streets during that time—no, even worse.
Later, that guy, Clint Barton, received an order from S.H.I.E.L.D. to eliminate her.
But he pulled her out of that quagmire without hesitation and let her join S.H.I.E.L.D.
Since then, she had regarded S.H.I.E.L.D. as her belonging.
She willingly completed mission after mission for S.H.I.E.L.D.
But what if S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't the real S.H.I.E.L.D.?
Recalling what was written in the first two entries of the diary—that the current S.H.I.E.L.D. was not trustworthy, that the current S.H.I.E.L.D. was not the real S.H.I.E.L.D.—Natasha Romanoff opened her eyes, a trace of sorrow within them.
What Su Che wrote in the diary is likely true.
Considering her own character, if she truly joined the Avengers in the future, fought side by side with these individuals, and shared life and death with them...
Over time, she would probably come to truly regard the Avengers as a family.
As Su Che said, when others chose to give up, she alone would persist, insisting on bringing everyone back.
The more one lacks something, the more one desires it.
And what she desired most was precisely a warm home.
Sigh...
With a long exhale, Natasha Romanoff looked up at the car's ceiling.
If her future self was destined to sacrifice, to give her life for the family she most desired and cherished, then perhaps for her at that time, there would be no regrets.
Pondering what she would do, Natasha Romanoff realized that, according to her personality, it seemed she truly would do such things.
As she thought this, Natasha Romanoff didn't notice the corners of her mouth lifting into a slight smile.
It seems in the future, I will definitely have a large family that I know and cherish deeply.
I really... hope to have it soon.
As for her dying in the future... Heh, from the first day she escaped the Red Room, she had been prepared for that.
If, before death, she could successfully bring back all her family members, what more could she complain about?
Feeling inexplicably happier, Natasha Romanoff picked up the diary and continued reading.
[That's how it was. When I saw Natasha Romanoff this morning, I almost got excited and wanted to hug her.]
[To tell her how much I miss her.]
[But thankfully, I held back. Otherwise, her current self, who doesn't know me, might have slapped me directly or treated me like a crazy person trying to take advantage of her.]
[However, after seeing Natasha Romanoff, I feel both grateful and regretful.]
[It's a pity that this is, after all, a parallel world. In my world, I will never see her again.]
[I can no longer see her, the one who always helps everyone in the Avengers as soon as possible and treats us all like family.]
[Fortunately, there is no other "me" in this parallel world. So, he doesn't have to carry such a heavy burden like I do.]
[Yes, there is no other "me" in this parallel world.]
[After coming to this parallel world, I tried to trace the existence of another "me" based on my past.]
[But ultimately, there is no other "me" in this world.]
[Perhaps my appearance caused the "me" of this world to disappear. Or perhaps, from the beginning to the end, there was never any trace of another "me" in this parallel world.]
[I'm not sure what kind of impact my appearance will have on this parallel world. I'm not sure if my existence will plunge this world into greater danger.]
[So I can only hide myself, not daring to interfere with the development direction of this world.]
[I am like that butterfly; the difference is, I dare not flap my wings...]