Chapter six hundred and seventy-ninth sweet memory
Romanov pushed the plate away and let out a very inelegant burp with satisfaction. She threw off her furry slippers, narrowed her eyes and whispered something to Salomon sitting next to her. Then, she spoke very naturally.
Lying on his lap, she closed her eyes comfortably. She felt that the newly grown, elastic grass was playfully inserted into her hair. She smelled the fragrance of grass and earth, and the warm sunshine penetrated through
Passing through the gaps between the leaves, blurry shadows are formed on the eyelids, as if you are on the grass beside a quiet stream in the afternoon, pillowing on the soft green grass, falling asleep with the gentle warm breeze blowing your eyelashes.
She couldn't help but smile. After getting permission, she carefully opened her eyes.
What caught her eye was not a haphazardly decorated gloomy apartment and a monotonous sofa, but a sparkling creek. She saw her bicycle lying on the side, and the dark green leaves of the black walnut tree rustled above her head. She lowered her head.
Turning her head, she saw that she was wearing shorts and had a band-aid on her knees. "Is this your memory?" the mystic mage said softly. Romanov had never felt that his voice was so pleasant, even when he brought her pleasure.
When she put her palm on his chest, the deep roar she felt was not as good as the gentle words with the breath of sunshine at this moment. Salomon could see wherever she looked, because she unreservedly
Opening the mind to him for him to cast spells.
However, what annoyed her was that Salomon still kept his heart closed. In his words, doing so would only make her crazy, because there was something in his heart that ordinary people could not understand, and this was the price of magic. Na
Tasha temporarily believed the excuse.
"Based on my knowledge of botany and zoology, this is probably Ohio..."
"Don't be like this, Salomon, don't ruin the scenery." Romanov said softly. She felt that her cheeks were warmed by the sun, and her skin was covered with small beads of sweat. "It's hard for girls to like you like this."
you."
"I guess I don't need it, after all you are with me, right?"
"Wow! You learn very quickly, little boy." She couldn't help laughing, without realizing that her voice was becoming shrill and young. She tried to move, raised her arms above her head, and relaxed her whole body.
Lying on the grass. There was silence between them. Romanov quietly admired the scenery. Although Salomon could not be seen, she knew that he was beside her and she could touch it with her fingers. After a while
, she spoke again, "Thank you, not only because it was my first time to eat such delicious meatball spaghetti, but also because of this magic. Thank you, really. I want to add a condition."
"Huh?" Salomon asked in a raised tone.
She was afraid that the mystic mage would refuse, so she hurriedly said, "Compared to high-end restaurants or canteens where people come and go, I prefer to sit on the sofa and watch TV while eating. So I want to add another condition. Salomon, you
Can you cook for me every time you come? My cooking skills are not as good as yours."
"I will try my best to fulfill your wishes, Natasha." His voice rang in her ears, making her ears itch. She closed her eyes, raised her upper body and groped for another kiss. The warm tongue was entangled in
Fingers together, she took in everything she could. She smelled aftershave, mint toothpaste, and navy cigarettes. She could easily tell the brands of aftershave and mint toothpaste because she had chosen them herself. Above
After Salomon left, she couldn't wait to buy many daily necessities, and then selected the ones that were most suitable for the mystic. She even didn't let go of cigarettes. Overnight, the apartment was filled with the breath of life.
She didn't even want Salomon to clean the pans in the sink.
"What's your answer?" She raised an eyebrow with strong confidence.
"yes."
"My good boy," she said with a smile, "let's have a good rest."
Agent Natasha Romanoff returns to work in high spirits.
There was a smile on her face, and even Agent Hill was a little surprised. Ever since Steve Rogers and Tony Stark returned to the Avengers' new base, the two closed the door and had a big fight.
No one knew why they quarreled, only that the quarrel was very fierce. Captain Rogers directly accused Tony Stark of just wanting to satisfy his dream of being a hero, while Stark, not to be outdone, mocked Rogers as a cowardly old guy. The two were bare-handed.
They had a fight on the ground, and finally reached a temporary settlement with the help of Falcon using whiskey. Agents who knew part of the inside story could only speculate that the quarrel was related to their disappearance, because many people from the elite operations team who had accompanied them on the mission
Never came back. Many people were speculating about what happened, and almost everyone in the base was affected by their emotions, except Natasha Romanoff.
"What happened?" Agent Hill stepped forward and asked.
The white passage is full of the simplicity of modern architectural style, but at the same time, people walking in the upper passage feel that the light from above is like a sharp sword swinging in front of their eyes, which may blind their eyes at any time. Agent Hill has already greeted him.
The renovation team removed the chandelier, but the budget approval was stuck with Tony Stark's financial staff, because now Stark barely carries out the work and has not even communicated with Pepper Potts.
This made Nick Fury very worried. He didn't expect that Stark would make the situation worse after being sent back.
"What?"
"You know what I'm asking, Natasha." Agent Hill followed her to the locker room. She held her tablet and asked angrily, "I was asking what else Salomon revealed. I'm not...
I'm asking you this as an agent, but as a friend. Do you want to see the Avengers fall apart?"
"They are going through an ideological change, Maria." Agent Romanov put on his uniform and prepared to start a day of training. "They will be fine. The quarrel will eventually come to an end. They are just dealing with the past now."
Reflect. Don’t tell me that the Stark Group has nothing to do with the Rockefeller family, the Hilton family, and the Epstein scandal. You know everything.”
"It's us." Agent Hill nodded, "That part of the information is open to you, but you have never seen it. SHIELD never interferes with the activities of those rich and politicians, even if it is illegal, it has nothing to do with us.
SHIELD doesn't have the energy to deal with those little things."
"I know," Agent Romanoff replied, "I'm not a spy anymore, Maria, not anymore."
"What did he promise you?" Hilt blinked, and then she suddenly realized. Agent Romanoff rarely saw Agent Hill show this expression. Maybe she was not suitable to open her mouth too wide, because it made her look
It seems a little funny. "You don't need to tell me, I can probably guess it. If this is true, I can only wish you the best, Natasha."
"It's not as simple as you think, Maria, this matter is technically very difficult." Although he said this, Agent Romanov still kept smiling, "It's just possible, but I think it's enough now.
alright."
"Is he planning to come here?" Agent Hill changed the subject, "After all, this is what he caused."
"He still has things to do. It is said that he recently received a very terrible prophecy and is now leading people to verify it."
"Victoria Hand?" Agent Hill narrowed her eyes. Compared to other agents, she knew everything that happened on the sky carrier, and Nick Fury would not hide this information from her. "When she treated those agents
There is no mercy. I don't know how Salomon recruited her. She is so suitable for carrying out those cold tasks. It is almost like a position specially prepared for her. Did Salomon mention what the prophecy was about?
?”
"No." Natasha shook her head, "I only know it involves magic."
"Then I will be prepared to sacrifice thousands of people, just like a few days ago."