Natasha took the initiative to join the team exploring the forest, so as usual, Natasha, Nick, and Steve went to the nearby woods to look for wood and stones, while the others stayed to process the ingredients.
Nick, who was walking at the front, looked back at Natasha, who was obviously worried. He put his hand in front of his mouth, cleared his throat and said: Natasha, I have absolutely no intention of criticizing you, nor do I want to ruin the atmosphere, but you should
Remember when you said you wanted to do me a favor, right?"
Natasha came to her senses, and then she sighed deeply and said, "I'm sure I can help you, but unfortunately, you can't actually accept this kind of help from me."
"You knocked me out, ma'am." Steve, who was walking in front, also turned to look at Natasha and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it. What happened in the past few hours? You look a little...
strange."
Natasha swallowed again, and now she knew Schiller's purpose of causing trouble. When Schiller had a secret, people would bother him, and once he told the secret to another person, a bigger person than Schiller would be.
He is more likely to reveal his secrets to someone, so this is the person who will be annoyed.
Obviously, at this stage, in this case, so far, this person is Natasha.
"That's right." Natasha snorted and said, "It's just that I'm concentrating on thinking. Because I didn't think often before, so you may think my current state is a bit strange."
"A bit weird?" Nick raised his voice and said, "It's so weird that I don't even know how to describe it! Who has seen the famous Black Widow stunned so many times in an hour, and promised to stay vigilant and never let up?
?”
"That's just..." Natasha sighed deeply again. Nick and Steve looked at each other, feeling that something was wrong, but they knew they couldn't press.
If Schiller is tight-lipped because the secrets they want to find out are about himself, and everyone is habitually vigilant when others are exploring themselves, then Natasha's tight-lipped mouth is completely a professional habit. As long as she doesn't want to say it herself,
There was no way to pry the truth out of her mouth, and Nick knew this only too well.
"You're worried about these things, right?" Nick speculated based on this that he was worthy of the title of King of Secret Agents. He just briefly probed: "It's about Schiller."
"Is there anyone who isn't worried about him?" Natasha was as tactful as ever, as if she had answered something, but the question would always return to its original point.
But Natasha was really worried about Schiller, especially about the fish he was going to catch.
This worry is not her own sense of crisis, because Natasha does not think she will be that fish. As Schiller said, fishing is a kind of violence covered by civilization. Before the fish takes the bait,
, everything is hidden under the water.
But now Schiller and Natasha were face to face. This situation could hardly be called fishing. No one of them was under the water, so it was obviously not a relationship between fishermen and fish.
Natasha kept guessing who Schiller was fishing for, but she couldn't bring it up with Nick or Steve because she wasn't sure if Schiller would kick her out of the water if she did.
Under the circumstances, Natasha would not overestimate Schiller's moral bottom line.
Natasha looked worried, but Nick and Steve, who had never seen a female agent in such a state, had their own understanding of this. While they were sawing the tree together, Nick glanced at the grass and looked for a suitable one.
Natasha, who was wearing the stone, said: "Schiller definitely said something to her."
"Of course I know this, but didn't you listen to what Professor Charles said just now? God, fried fish bread is not fried fish with bread. It is a very complicated dish. It needs to fuse the fish and dough together, and it also needs
Fermentation and frying are troublesome to think about, but Schiller said it was to invite Natasha, when did they become so close?"
"When a man and a woman suddenly become intimate, is there a second reason?" Nick curled his lips, and his only remaining eye swiveled. Steve looked at him with his mouth wide open and said, "No.
Right? Why not at first, and now... I mean, I know Natasha. If she doesn't hint that she wants to sleep with a man when she meets him for the first time, it means that this man is not in her group.
It is within the scope of aesthetics and is not the object of her stamp collection."
"Didn't Agent Carter let you weaken your expectations for women's fickleness?" Nick said sarcastically.
Steve coughed twice in embarrassment. He knew that Nick was a little dissatisfied with him for taking away Agent Carter. After all, there were not many agents under Nick who worked seriously, and there were only a few agents who met the two characteristics of being easy to cheat and hardworking at the same time.
Sharon Carter A.
"What I want to say is that something will not happen suddenly between the two of them. There must be something we don't know about." Steve also glanced at Natasha.
"Sudden passion for love and adultery usually doesn't require any reason." Nick snorted coldly, and then said: "Maybe it's just that when we look at each other, we suddenly feel blushing and heartbeat, and then we start to become restless. There must be some physical contact that develops into something more serious.
With in-depth exploration, these processes may not even take a few hours.”
"So I often feel desperate for the swingers in this world." Steve said, half seriously and half jokingly: "I have heard more than once that it only takes an hour for Tony Stark to go to bed with a cover model.
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"Keep an eye on them." Nick leaned his head forward and looked into Steve's eyes with his only remaining eye. "The instinct of the king of agents tells me that the matter between the two of them will never stop at a one-night stand, Schiller
Very good at complicating everything."
Natasha came back. She helped the two men lift the felled trees and cut them into small wooden blocks so that they could be used as chopping boards for cutting vegetables. This was what they had agreed upon before setting off.
Bring as little equipment as possible that can be found in nature.
Then they returned twice and moved the stones used for the camp fire to the ice. The flames started to burn, and the remaining people began to cook.
Grilled fish is the simplest dish, but the trouble is that someone is watching at all times. Ivan also deftly disemboweled the big fish, but this scene can only remind Natasha of a not very clean house.
kitchen.
Generally speaking, the process of handling fish creatures is not very aesthetic. On the one hand, because the fish still has muscle reflexes after death or fainting, the person who kills the fish will act as if he is still alive, which inevitably looks a bit cruel.
.
On the other hand, the smell of fish offal is not good, even for fresh fish. Natasha was sitting under Ivan and could not stand the fishy smell of the big fish's offal.
"We can't just throw the offal into the fire, because it may affect the burning of the flames, but burying it is not a good idea, it may attract bears." Ivan said while putting the messy offal together.
Said: "In the wild, humans must be extremely careful. The usual ways of dealing with things in civilized society may bring great dangers."
"I very much agree with this. A hungry person can easily be carried away by the joy of a successful hunt, but he doesn't know that the beast that is following him is planning to enjoy a double portion of food."
"What are you going to do with the internal organs?" Professor Charles asked.
"I will throw them back into the water. The water under the ice is safe. Even from a humanitarian point of view, the parts that are inedible to humans should not be wasted. Giving back to nature is a good choice."
Eric seemed to be meeting Ivan for the first time. He glanced at him in surprise, as if he didn't expect him to say this, but Ivan still scratched the belly of the fish and said: "The more difficult the conditions, the more difficult it is."
In this region, people know how to coexist with nature. We do not have such unique conditions as this vast and warm plain. A small mistake may cause an entire tribe to starve to death one night before spring comes."
"Literary irony," Schiller commented.
"Everything that happened there was," Natasha said involuntarily, "cold, boring, and ridiculous with a sense of dramatic irony."
"Just like you, madam." Nick laughed lowly and said while grinding pepper: "You don't know how boring her ordinary life is."
"Nick Fury." Natasha's tone contained a warning.
"I work endlessly every year, go to the gym after work, go to the shooting range every weekend to practice marksmanship, and then get extremely drunk on Tuesday night and ask me to go to her house to get her out of the sofa."
Along with Nick's words, Schiller raised his eyes and glanced at Natasha. A certain look flashed in his eyes that was caught by Nick, the king of secret agents, and he said further tentatively.
"At the same time, our Mrs. Romanov's emotional life is full of absurd comedy. Her male companions are usually selected from music concerts, nightclubs or stadiums."
"Nick Fury." Natasha emphasized her tone, but in fact her desire to stop him was not strong, because she knew very well what Nick was trying to test. She was also curious about the answers to the questions and prayed that the information revealed in the test would make her happy.
Schiller wouldn't consider kicking her under the water.
"It's not new." Schiller said while pouring flour into the bowl: "No one would expect a female agent from the former Soviet Union to go shopping in luxury shopping malls every day, or to serenade in a cave with self-pity.
, what we are now is a remnant of our past habits.”
"I agree with you too." Ivan said.
"Then I guess we can talk about you, Director Fury." Not to be outdone, Natasha changed the agenda and said, "Are you ever out of the office?"
"Of course, I will go to the supermarket to do shopping every Friday night, and I will even go home and take a shower on the same night."
Nick's weird expression made everyone laugh, but Steve knew that he was not exaggerating. It was obvious that the director of SHIELD was a workaholic.
"When was your last relationship?" Schiller asked curiously.
"When I was in school." Nick put the pepper powder in his hand into the jar and began to trim the leaves of the parsley that was still planted in the soil pot. He didn't know how they got these things.
"There are girls pursuing me, and I'm pursuing her too. I've had some passionate fun with one or two of them. Don't talk about me, it's really lackluster. What about you, doctor?"
"It's been a long time ago. When I say this, don't stare at the ring on my hand. I have explained this problem many times."
Nick and Steve were both surprised to see a hint of real anger on Schiller's face, which exploded in their minds like a thunderbolt.
Then, they spent probably their entire life's willpower not to turn around and look at Natasha.