Although this playboy seemed unreliable, he had an intuition comparable to radar when it came to the shifts in atmosphere between women—especially beautiful women.
He took off his sunglasses, his suspicious gaze darting back and forth between Makima and Reze.
"Wait, ladies."
Tony pointed at Makima, then at Reze, "Interrupting for a second, you two... knew each other before?"
The air went silent for a second.
"No."
"Never met."
The two answered almost in unison.
The denial was crisp and neat, without a hint of hesitation.
"If files and news don't count, this is the first time she and I have met," Makima explained, though there seemed to be a hidden meaning in her words.
Reze sensed that Makima seemed to be complaining about her being too high-profile, so she glanced at her: "I was temporarily hired by that black-hearted Fury."
Although Tony didn't know what a Fury was, he knew who was black-hearted. He raised an eyebrow at the words.
"Is that so? That's strange. You two seem to get along quite well."
Makima maintained her smile and didn't respond, but her eyes cooled slightly.
Reze, on the other hand, replied directly—
"Are you sick?"
It was so direct that even Tony couldn't help but shrink his neck back.
Indeed, Reze and Makima of course "didn't know" each other; they had just been squeezed together on that king-sized soft bed in the penthouse of Fisk Tower for the past few days, secretly competing for a certain unknown black-haired beautiful girl in the middle... It was just that last night Reze was still complaining that Makima always pressed on her hair, while Makima was annoyed that Reze didn't sleep still and kicked the blankets... It didn't count as knowing each other.
Of course, Tony would never know these bedroom secrets in his lifetime.
"Mr. Stark, you have a very rich imagination," Makima shifted the topic at the right time.
"If I were you, I would head to the bar now. After all, General Ross's lack of patience is famous."
"Fine, fine, since Miss Makima has spoken."
Tony shrugged, "I'll go deal with that grumpy old man, and you guys go deal with that frozen big guy. A clear division of labor."
He walked to the door and looked back at this strange duo again, always feeling something was off, but unable to put his finger on it... Several hours later, Alaska.
This is one of the coldest regions in the world.
The helicopter's rotors tore through the sky full of wind and snow.
General Ross's cryogenic prison "Warehouse" was located here.
Makima wrapped her black trench coat tightly around her and stepped down the gangway onto the snow.
The cold wind blew her red hair into a mess, with a few strands sticking to her cheeks, but her posture remained exceptionally upright in the snowstorm.
Reze, following behind her, was not nearly as composed.
The Bomb girl had already curled herself into a ball of fur, huddled inside a heavy military cotton overcoat.
Fur ball
Although as a Weapon Human, this level of low temperature wasn't fatal, it didn't mean she enjoyed this feeling of potentially having her nose frozen off.
"Hell... am I back in the Soviet Union?"
Reze tucked in her neck, exhaled a cloud of white vapor, and looked at the back of the person walking beside her who seemed to have no pain receptors. She couldn't help but jab sarcastically: "Hey, Miss Agent, could you please walk a bit faster? Do you want to build a snowman here before moving on?"
"The ground here is very slippery, Consultant Reze."
Makima didn't even look at Reze, her voice sounding somewhat ethereal in the wind and snow, "If you fall, I won't be responsible for helping you up."
"Huh? Me, fall?"
Reze acted as if she had heard a joke.
In order to get into the heated indoors a second earlier, and also to suppress Makima in terms of momentum, Reze gave a cold snort and stepped out to overtake Makima directly: "You'd better worry about your own high hee—Whoa?!"
Before her words could finish, joy turned to sorrow.
The military boots on Reze's feet stepped on a patch of black ice covered by thin snow.
Slip—!
And then—
Thud.
Reze fell solidly on her butt, sitting on the ice, even sliding forward for a meter.
Makima stopped her pace and looked down at Reze on the ground.
As their eyes met, the atmosphere became awkward...
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