Hearing a response, Watson quickened his pace.
Natasha, finally roused by Watson, slowly opened her eyes and stared blankly at the man in front of her.
Watson stopped his movements, held her, and said, "Now you need to know what the consequences are. They are very serious, extremely serious."
"I know, I—"
"Because Aunt Liya is getting older, you'll have to take care of her from now on. You'll slowly have to learn to cook, and we can consider learning together. And you might not be able to freely go on missions anymore, because you'll be spending every New Year, Valentine's Day, Christmas, April Fool's Day, Easter, and other holidays with me. There will also be dinners like last night, and you might get tired of these—"
"No, I won't, never." Natasha's initial look of surprise gradually turned into a happy smile until she couldn't control herself and threw herself into the man's arms.
"Why are you laughing? Natasha, I'm very serious right now. Can you please be serious? I haven't even said the most important thing yet."
"Wait... okay, I'm ready... What's the most important thing?"
"What's your favorite weapon?"
Natasha didn't understand why Watson asked this, but she still answered honestly, "Hmm?... Steel cable, pocket pistol... stun baton... and my own Widow's Bite, etc."
As Natasha spoke, she realized her hand was being pulled to a certain place. Then she heard the man in front of her say, "From now on, you'll have to add this to your list of weapons. You'll also have to maintain it daily, make sure it doesn't have any problems, and there can only be this one. This is the most important thing. If I find—"
Understanding the double entendre, Natasha directly flipped over and straddled the man, her fingers slowly tracing his chest, her body slowly moving down, and at the same time, she interrupted the man: "I swear by my soul and body to my knight, everything I have belongs only to you~ and I will always protect this one and only weapon! And I feel that it needs maintenance right now~"
"Uh... do you have any other clothes?" Watson, who had delayed getting up again, looked at the fragments of intimate clothing on the floor, suddenly feeling a headache.
"No~" Natasha, wearing Watson's oversized shirt, sat on the balcony, sipping a cup of coffee contentedly.
Hearing Watson's words, she playfully winked at him.
Watson looked at the playful Natasha and said helplessly, "—Alright then, I'll go buy some. Hmm—89-65-89?"
"It's 91-63-91!" Natasha looked at Watson walking downstairs and suddenly started to laugh. Although it still needed the test of time, she believed she had succeeded, successfully retaining that feeling, successfully creating a sanctuary in her world full of blood and killing.
She had successfully found someone to rely on. Although she felt a little sorry for Fury, she believed in herself; even without relying on her body, she could still perfectly complete missions with her fists.
If not—then don't blame me for calling my 'weapon' for help~
But—Natasha subconsciously touched a scar on her lower abdomen... Her good mood suddenly chilled.
However, she quickly composed herself and took out her communicator. She hadn't forgotten that the item her knight wanted hadn't been delivered yet today.
Watson, walking out of the house, suddenly realized something very embarrassing—he didn't have a car—and also, where was there a lingerie store?
Helpless, Watson had no choice but to open the mini-map, zoom in, and find an agent named Jett...
Jett was one of the personnel responsible for protecting Burke and Liya, mainly to prevent a repeat of the previous attack on Consultant Watson's family.
"Today should be the same as always, I don't know—"
"Hey, busy?"
"Who's there!!... Ah... Sir..." Jett immediately turned around and drew his gun. As the muzzle was halfway up, it was pressed down by a hand.
"Calm down, but very vigilant, very good. Come on, give me a ride."
"Yes, sir, where are we going?"
"The nearest lingerie store, women's lingerie store."
—"Huh?"
Just as Watson left to buy clothes.
Tony Stark had just returned from Rhode. Originally, he had a big plan and went to Rhode immediately, but he didn't expect—thinking of what Rhode said to him, he felt a little sad.
"Jarvis, are you there?"
A voice came from the empty room: "Always at your service, sir."
Tony Stark operated the computer and said, "I want to create a new project database. Index number, Mark 2." Then he moved the Mark 2 design blueprints to a holographic simulation platform.
Jarvis: "Store in the Stark Industries database?"
"—No, put it in my private database first. There are too few people I can trust right now, and I'm not entirely sure."
Jarvis: "So this is a secret project?"
"I can't let it fall into the wrong hands. With me, perhaps it can do some good." Just as Tony said this, he suddenly thought of someone.
"Wait, Jarvis, make a call for me."
—Tell me the wars you're fighting~
Watson, who had just gotten out of Jett's car, found his phone ringing—the caller ID was—Jarvis? It must be that guy, Tony Stark.
"Our playboy just got back and is already kidnapped again?" Watson answered the phone and teased.
"How is that possible! Great detective, I have a plan, are you interested?"
"You mean—it's not your little toy, is it? The one who plays extreme skydiving for no reason, pushing the limits of death?" Watson laughed when he heard this. Tony was starting to court death again. He couldn't miss out on that, hahaha.
—"Pretty much. Rhode thinks I need time. But after all that, I don't think so."
"Alright, I'm in. If you need help, just call me. But you can play with your toy; I prefer my own armor~ Okay, I need to buy some things. Talk to you next time."
Watson hung up the phone and said to Jett, "Alright, just wait for me here."
With that, he got out of the car and walked into a Victoria's Secret store.
Watson looked around. Hmm... there were quite a few men accompanying their women to buy lingerie, so it seemed there wouldn't be anything awkward.
At this moment, a pretty sales assistant walked over and said to Watson, "Hi, can I help you with anything?"