The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3692: The Mercury Age (2)

Chapter 3692: The Mercury Age (XII)

Natasha didn't put down the wine glass in her hand, but leaned back with the glass in her hand, turning her head away, but she could see Bucky's angular profile in the reflection of the metal decoration next to her. Her throat moved.

Bucky is handsome, but he is different from all the handsome guys in the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. The most attractive thing about Bucky is his wild and decadent temperament. He looks like a tramp, or like a stray dog ​​squatting in a cardboard box under the eaves on a rainy day and getting soaked.

Natasha likes dogs more than cats, because dogs can be tamed. She enjoys the process of chasing and conquering, rather than the irregular temptations of some neurotic people. She doesn't want a lover, she just wants a servant under her skirt.

Loyalty is a good quality. If both parties have it, it would be wonderful, but also boring; if only one party has it, it would obviously be a tragedy - but some people live on tragedy.

Natasha put down her glass with a crisp clang. She lowered her head slightly, tucked in her chin, and looked forward from above her eyes, like a venomous snake in a hunting posture; while Bucky raised his head slightly, then tilted his head to look at Natasha from the side of his eyes. He clasped his hands on the table, like a bound prey. When their eyes met, it was definitely not just one of them whose brain was empty and thinking only with hormones.

The two of them stood up one after the other. Bucky quickly signed the bill. Natasha had already walked around the screen and left, her steps were fast and she didn't stop. Bucky didn't seem to want to catch up. He swiped his card and walked down the stairs quickly, and just around the corner, a silver light flashed.

The distance between the two was gradually closing, until a car in front of them made a "beep" sound of unlocking. Natasha stopped suddenly and Bucky almost bumped into her.

Natasha turned around, her two slender arms moving faster than a snake. By the time Bucky realized it, the touch had spread to his entire back. Natasha's red lips were so close, and he had no reason to refuse. One hand wrapped around Natasha's thin waist.

The video was cut off. Everyone shouted at the same time. Jarvis tilted his head and said, "We have to respect their privacy."

"What should we do now?" Wanda scratched her head and said, "Neither of the two situations the doctor said happened. They were about to part ways, but somehow they got together again. So should we ruin their date?"

"Now is the last chance," Jarvis said again, "Once we get to the hotel, it will be impossible to separate the two of them."

"I think our estimate is still a bit conservative," Pepper said. "Looking at the condition of these two, they may not be able to wait until the hotel."

Steve slapped his forehead and said, "We have to go there immediately! If Natasha really wants to do it, at least we still have time to send Bucky to the hospital!"

Several people stood up one after another, moving in an orderly and fast manner, as professional as SHIELD agents. They got into two cars, Steve led the way, and Wanda followed behind.

The good news was that the two men had no intention of settling their fight in the underground parking lot; the bad news was that the nearest hotel was only five minutes away by car, and the underground parking lot was not accessible to outsiders.

When they arrived at the hotel, Wanda pulled Jarvis to the front desk. They checked into a room, got in the car quickly, drove into the underground parking lot, and finally found Bucky's car in a parking space in the East District.

"Come on, come on, Jarvis. Which room are they in?"

"We can't spy on them," Jarvis said. "It's too private. We can't... Wait. 1801!"

Wanda pulled him and ran to the elevator. After getting on the elevator, she asked in confusion, "Didn't you say that we can't spy on them?"

"I just checked S.H.I.E.L.D.'s deadly force weapons call records. At 6:30 this morning, Natasha took a carbon fiber tactical dagger, a powerful anesthetic, and an S4M silent pistol."

"Hiss..." Wanda took a breath and looked at the elevator slowly going up. She grabbed Jarvis' arm, and with a flash of red light, the two appeared in front of the door of 1801.

“Don’t! Wanda!” Jarvis quickly grabbed him and said, “If the two of us don’t go in, Bucky is his lover; if the two of us go in now, he will become a hostage!”

Wanda also reacted, patted her forehead lightly and said, "What should we do? But maybe Natasha took these things just for self-defense, right?"

"Honey, she's a super-cyborg. Does she need these things for self-defense?"

"But Bucky too...did you say he used his arms when he went to bed?"

"Even if he wanted to, Natasha wouldn't let him. Losing an arm won't affect anything."

"But he is facing the Black Widow after all..."

"Do you expect men to be alert at that time? How did the other targets die at Natasha's hands?"

Wanda scratched the back of her head vigorously and said, "What now?"

Jarvis looked around, then led Wanda to the end of the corridor. The two flew out of the window together, and after a circle, they came to the window of room 1801.

They didn't come directly outside the glass, but stopped outside the wall next to it. Jarvis stretched out his hand, and a nano robot jumped out of his palm. He placed the robot on the balcony, and the robot crawled in through the gap of the window.

As soon as he was ready, Steve descended to this level via the rappel rope and stopped next to Jarvis.

"I definitely didn't mean to spy on them. But Nick told me that Natasha brought weapons and tranquilizers. I'm very worried about Bucky's safety. I swear if there's nothing happening later, I'll leave immediately."

As soon as he finished speaking, a muffled groan was heard in the room - Bucky's, sounding a little painful.

Just as Steve was about to rush to the balcony, he was stopped by Jarvis. He said, "This is obviously not the sound of injury, nor is it the injection of anesthetic. I put the nanorobots, if there is really a problem, it will send me a message."

Steve just hung on the wall, too embarrassed to look inside. He decided that if there was any noise that was inappropriate for children, he would leave immediately. But after waiting for a long time, Natasha didn't make a sound. Bucky screamed again.

Steve really couldn't understand: What were they doing in there? There didn't seem to be any steps in this whole process that would make the man feel painful, right?

To distract himself, Steve picked up his phone and took a look. He just wanted to check the time, but he found that a group chat had already started a heated discussion.

"I'm surprised you're surprised," Schiller said, apparently responding to a message. "Some of you remember what happened when you went fishing. I'm not saying what happened to us, but something happened."

"I totally remember that," Nick said, sending a long string of frown emojis, "I didn't realize that what I needed to prepare wasn't safety supplies, but safety supplies."

"I have absolutely no intention of revealing anyone's privacy." Stark replied in the group chat, which is rare. "But I must let you know that Natasha's comments on me are obviously mixed with too many of her personal subjective standards. To be frank, this is obviously his responsibility."

"Tell me."

"Tell me."

"Tell me."

"Okay." Stark sent a few applause emojis, and then said, "Let me say it again, there is absolutely no content that is not suitable for children. I am just having a serious academic discussion. Our respected Ms. Natasha is extremely aggressive in this regard and has almost no consideration for her partner's feelings. The marks she left on my neck haven't disappeared for two months. It's really not my fault!"

"Wow."

"Wow."

"Wow."

"Let's ask a professional psychologist to analyze this." Stark circled Schiller and said, "So what was going on between you two at that time?"

"I told you, we're both fine. Other than both being a little dead, everything is fine."

"So Natasha has a special fetish?" Steve replied bluntly.

"Strictly speaking, it's no longer a hobby," Schiller replied.

"I want to know what the dagger, gun and anesthetic are used for?" Wanda replied in the group, "If she wanted to kill him, then the anesthetic is unnecessary; if she just wanted to knock him down, then there is probably no need to bring a gun. Why do these things appear at the same time?"

The group was still discussing, but Steve couldn't stand it anymore because he faintly smelled blood.

"Hasn't the robot been warned yet?" He looked at Jarvis.

Jarvis shook his head. Wanda tried to grab Steve but he was too slow. Steve had already landed on the balcony and the other two had to chase him.

Just as they opened the balcony door, there was a knock on the door outside the room. Apparently the remaining people also smelled the blood and were ready to break in.

When the two parties rushed into the room at the same time, they found that there was no one in the bedroom of the suite. With a creak, the bathroom door opened. Bucky, wearing a bath towel and with dripping hair, walked out of the bathroom, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

“Why are you here?!!!” Bucky almost roared.

Steve opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer. He could smell blood on Bucky, but he didn't look injured and seemed to be furious because his good thing was ruined.

"We can explain," Steve said, "but first, you smell like blood. Are you okay?"

Bucky wiped his face vigorously, looked at Steve and said, "If you guys hadn't suddenly rushed in, I would be fine!"

"Sorry, we're just worried about you." Wanda had no intention of escaping. She stood up and said apologetically, "We found a record of Natasha carrying weapons at SHIELD. We don't think the weapons she carried were necessary for a date, so..."

“You think she’s going to kill me?” Bucky waved his hands next to his head. “Are you all drunk? Or have you been poisoned by some hallucination toxin?!”

"We are really sorry, but we are indeed worried about you." Wanda lowered her head and said sincerely, "I am glad that you are okay."

Looking at the people in the room, Bucky took a deep breath and said, "Is it possible that I was the first one among you to know Natasha, and I had a relationship with her decades ago. Do you think Natasha was a simple and innocent little girl at that time? Or did we just walk hand in hand every day and go back to our own homes at night?! - Do I need you to remind me of the risks of sleeping with Black Widow?!!"

Everyone in the room took a step back at his roar. Everyone present was obviously embarrassed. Steve was not a fool. Even though he saw that some of the water dripping from Bucky's bathrobe was light red, he could only purse his lips and walk out with an apologetic look on his face.

After they gathered downstairs, Wanda scratched her hair again and said in confusion, "Yeah, how could I forget? They were in love a long time ago. The young Black Widow must have been crazier than she is now. The fact that Bucky is still alive today shows that they are of the same kind. Why are we worried?"

"I've been wanting to say this for a long time." Jarvis folded his arms and sighed, "Have you noticed that the person who participated in this matter throughout, played an important role, and almost single-handedly guided this situation, just didn't show up at the most embarrassing occasion?"

The others looked at each other.

"'Schiller' has been removed from the group chat."

"'Schiller' has been removed from the group chat."

"'Schiller' has been removed from the group chat."

Rhythm Master Schiller