Strange felt something pressing against his waist and abdomen. The female agent had already come around behind him at some point, wrapped one hand around his neck, and rested her chin on his shoulder.
"Where is the secret order?"
Strange grabbed Natasha's hand with one hand, turned to look at her and said, "Is this important to you?"
"I've been watching him for a month!" Natasha's tone became more and more sinister.
Strange had no doubt that the muzzle of the gun would leave bruises on his waist, but he still said calmly: "Tell me first who Hydera is, maybe she is also my enemy."
Natasha's arm stiffened, and she said, "I think you are asking questions knowingly. If you don't know something about them, how could you catch them accurately?"
"I may have dealt with them, but it was just an accident. Where were you six years ago?"
"What does this have to do with you?"
"Six years ago, the boss of Manhattan was killed. Do you know who did it?"
Natasha frowned, but Strange said: "It seems that your confidentiality level is not enough, or someone has erased the traces. In any case, you will meet him sooner or later."
"It looks like it's going to be a big trouble." Natasha said thoughtfully, "Is there anything you can remind me, sir?"
Natasha was just being polite, and Strange also knew this. Now she was preoccupied with the Hydra she had been chasing for more than a month, and the secret order in Strange's hand.
"They don't believe you." Strange said: "Even though you have been here from the Soviet Union for more than ten years, you still can't enter the inner circle, let alone Director Pierce of SHIELD, even those few
You can’t even touch the core of power in the department.”
Natasha's face turned cold. She stared at Strange and said, "Who are you?"
"You won't believe me when I say I'm a time traveler, but I'm afraid I'm going to tell you news that you won't believe even more."
"What?"
"One day in the future, there will be a person who makes the whole world believe that he can single-handedly resurrect the Soviet Union and even turn the whole world red. What do you think the world will be like on that day?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Natasha frowned and said, "The Soviet Union has long since disintegrated. Are you a caveman who has lived for millions of years?"
"Yes, but that doesn't mean he is really dead. You know best whether he is really dead."
Natasha was a little shaken, but still looked at Strange suspiciously, let go of her hand, walked to sit opposite him, ordered a glass of wine and said: "You'd better come up with some convincing evidence...
…”
Strange smiled and took something out of his pocket. Natasha's eyes slowly widened. Lying on Strange's palm was a red flag badge.
Back then, in order to convince the U.S. government that he had indeed turned the world red, Schiller stuffed a medal into the bags of almost all superheroes, except for Stark and of course Strange.
"How could you have this?" Natasha took the Red Flag Medal and looked at it carefully, and found that the year of award and name were clearly printed on it.
"It is true that this thing can be faked, but if you have never seen the real thing or don't understand the manufacturing process at all, it is impossible to make it look so similar."
"This thing is fake." Strange readily admitted and said: "But you also know that the person who can forge such a thing cannot have nothing to do with the Soviet Union. What I can tell you is that he
I have a real one in my hand."
"What's his name?"
"I can't tell you this."
"He is the one you are talking about in the future... No, this is too crazy. No matter what he does, it is impossible for the whole world to believe that he can resurrect the Soviet Union. This is impossible."
"Do you know Professor X?"
Natasha's eyes slowly opened wide. It was obvious that even in this era, the two leaders of the mutants were prestigious.
"He made everyone believe that he had the ability to brainwash the whole world instantly, and that he was a Soviet veteran with firm beliefs."
"You said he made everyone believe it, which proves that he is not." Natasha grasped the key, she said: "In that case, why would he do this?"
"It may be related to the current situation, but it may not be for someone." Strange lowered his eyes and said: "For someone who seems to be betraying, but is actually trying to escape from the real betrayer's base camp."
Natasha's eyes were fixed on him, as if if Strange dared to say anything outrageous, she would shoot him in the head.
"I know you want to argue. You have no contact with that place for a long time. You only want to get your position in SHIELD, but you know what is going on."
"That's ridiculous." Natasha judged: "You mean, a person with such means makes the whole world believe that he can resurrect the Soviet Union, just for my status? What kind of absurd and childish love story are you writing?
A novel?"
"You know this can't be just for love." Strange smiled and said: "You are also a veteran of the Soviet Union. You know best whether there are people similar to you in the world, and you know best what they think.
of."
With just these words, Natasha clenched her fists, and the wine glass in her hand was almost crushed by her. She finally gave up her pretentious and beautiful female agent posture, poured the wine into her mouth in a savage manner and said: "
We are too far away from the time when we supported each other and were willing to sacrifice our lives for our common beliefs and each other's existence."
"Do you think you're the only one who hasn't forgotten this era?"
"Of course it's impossible." Natasha's lips were pursed until they lost all color, and she said rather self-destructively: "If you are someone sent to test my loyalty or trick me, I don't care anymore, because
You, the CIA or the FBI, know even better than I do how many people like this there are in the world."
"There are still many people in the world like me who have not forgotten, waiting in the darkness, waiting for a certain day to come. That day will eventually come, so you are afraid, panicked and aggressive."
"You exclude me only because of deep fear, because you have suffered great losses and even lost your life completely. You know that as long as there is one, there will be countless."
"They're not scared enough." Strange said as if he was gloating: "When they even start to use you, you will know how scared they are."
Natasha seemed to have heard some big joke. She said: "Enable me? Stop joking, they are afraid of me like a tiger."
"But they will be afraid of other things after all." Strange said easily: "They are what you call soft Americans. In order to fight against a knife that may kill them, they will not hesitate to use another knife."
Seeing how sure he said it, Natasha was a little unsure. She said, "Will there really be such a day? Are they crazy? Are they going to use an agent from the former Soviet Union?"
"In fact, they have been crazy for a long time. They just hide this madness under the golden clothes. When the gorgeous appearance gradually disappears, the terrible hunger will drive them to ignore anything and eventually give their necks
Put a noose on."
"Let's talk about that person again." Natasha said: "At least you have to tell me what is going on between the two of us."
"There's nothing between you two, at least not yet, and if you want something to happen between you two, you have to do what I say."
"What do you want me to do for you?"
"This is not for me, but for you. You have to impress him so that he will be willing to do this for you, at least to be part of the reason why he does this."
Strange thought for a moment and then continued: "It is not easy for him to believe that you are a religious person, because to a certain extent, he does have the ability to read minds, but if there is really something in your heart,
If you have faith, then you don’t need to pretend, you just need to let him notice you.”
Natasha narrowed her eyes.
"I'm not saying I want you to sell your sex. In fact, if you only sell your sex, it's unlikely to succeed. He is... I can't say that he is not close to women, but women who get too close to him usually don't end well.
Maybe it's the same for you, so you'd better be prepared."
"What's the worst that could happen? Will I die?"
"Maybe he just wants to die."
"I like it." Natasha laughed and said, "It seems that you have some tricks to attract his attention that you want to teach me. I'll buy you this glass of wine."
"Gracious lady." Strange took out the small piece of paper from his arms and said: "To express my sincerity, I can give you this first, but I advise you not to think about this thing.
Leave it to someone else, unless it's Nick Fury."
"That black bald man?" Natasha frowned slightly and said, "He is not very effective. Although he is close to Pierce, he has never been able to find any chance to get ahead. Do you think he has a future?"
"He has a great future. After dealing with him for a period of time, you will know that for SHIELD, his approach is the only one that works."
Natasha thought for a moment, put the note into her hand, and gave Strange a coquettish look. Strange's expression did not change at all and he said.
"You are a good agent and a beautiful woman. Your tricks work well for most people, but he is not an ordinary person."
"Then who is he?"
"He's a born kidnapper, so you just have to be a hostage."
The next morning, Strange woke up from his bed, but instead of going to class immediately, he took out a radio he bought last night. After pressing his hand on it, the radio was wrapped in magical energy.
"Hello? Hello? Dormammu, are you there? Hello??"
There was a chirping sound, and Strange shouted at the radio, "Wake up! Dormammu! Wake up!!!"
There was a roar on the radio, and then Strange said: "It's me, the Sorcerer Supreme!"
The person on the other side got up with a roar.
But he seemed to be too early. He paused for a long time before reacting. A small black figure came out of the radio and looked at Strange up and down.
Strange clapped his hands and said, "Don't do this to me. Time is not linear in your world at all. You know who I am. Don't tell me, teacher. I have business with you."
Dormammu showed a bit of disgust, but he seemed to nodded because of the discount Strange had given him.
"Do me a favor and give you a big gift package when I go back." Strange said: "Look for where Asgard's fleet is, especially where the team led by Thor is now."