Chapter 1582

Natasha took the initiative to join the team exploring the forest, so as usual, Natasha, Nick, and Steve went to the nearby woods to find wood and stones, while the others stayed behind to process the ingredients.

Nick, walking at the front, looked back at Natasha, who was clearly preoccupied. He cleared his throat with his hand in front of his mouth and said, "Natasha, I have absolutely no intention of blaming you, nor do I want to ruin the atmosphere, but you should still remember that you said you would do me a favor, right?"

Natasha came back to her senses and then she sighed deeply, saying, "I am sure I helped you, but unfortunately, in reality, you cannot accept this kind of help from me."

"You've confused him, lady." Steve, walking behind, also turned to look at Natasha and said, "Just say what you have to say. What happened in these few hours? You look a bit strange."

Natasha swallowed again. Now she knew Shiler's purpose in diverting the disaster. When Shiler has secrets, people will bother him, and once he tells this secret to someone else—someone more likely to reveal it than him—then the one to be bothered will be this person.

Obviously, at this stage, under these circumstances, so far, this person is Natasha.

"Nothing wrong." Natasha snorted and said, "It's just that I was focusing on thinking, because I don't think often, so you will feel that my current state is a bit strange."

"A bit strange?" Nick raised his tone and said, "It's so strange I don't know how to describe it! Who has ever seen the famous Black Widow lose her focus so many times in an hour? What happened to staying vigilant and never relaxing?"

"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 force an interrogation.

If Ivan's mouth is tight because the secrets they want to explore are related to himself, everyone will habitually remain vigilant when others explore themselves, then Natasha's tight mouth is entirely a professional habit. As long as she doesn't want to say it, no method can pry the truth out of her mouth. Nick knows this better than anyone.

"Possesses literary irony." Ivan evaluated.

Then they returned twice, moving the stones for the campfire onto the ice. The fire burned brightly, and the remaining few began to cook.

"Keep an eye on them." Nick leaned forward, looking at Steve's eyes with his only remaining eye, and said, "The intuition of the King of Agents tells me that the matter between the two of them will never end with a one-night stand. Yanmei is very good at complicating any matter."

On the other hand, the smell of fish internal organs is unpleasant, even fresh fish is like this. Natasha sat downwind of Shiler, and couldn't even stand the fishy smell of the internal organs of that big fish.

Nick's strange expression made everyone laugh, but Steve knew he wasn't exaggerating. It is obvious that the director of S. H. I. E. L. D. is a workaholic.

"I agree with that point. Starving people are easily overwhelmed by the joy of successful hunting, not knowing that the beast following behind is planning to enjoy a double meal."

Steve coughed awkwardly twice. He knew that Nick was somewhat dissatisfied with him poaching Agent Carter. After all, there are few agents under Nick who work seriously, and Sharon Carter is the only agent who satisfies both characteristics of being easy to fool and diligent.

"What I want to say is that the two of them will always suddenly have something happen. There must be something we don't know about." Yanmeili also glanced at Natasha.

"At the same time, the emotional life of your Mrs. Romanoff is full of absurd comedic colors. Her female companions are usually chosen from music concerts, nightclubs, or stadiums."

"Not novel." Yanmei said while pouring flour into a bowl: "No one would expect a former Soviet female agent to go shopping in luxury malls every day, or play nocturnes in a cave while feeling sorry for herself. The current you are the remnants of past habits."

"Then how do you plan to deal with the internal organs?" Professor Charles asked.

"You certainly know that, but didn't you hear what Professor Charles just said? God, fried fish bread, not fried fish with bread. That's a very complicated dish that requires fusing fish meat and dough, and it also needs fermentation and deep-frying. Just thinking about it feels troublesome, but Yanmei said it was to treat Natasha. Since when were they so close?"

"I agree with you." Shiler said so.

"Sudden passionate love usually doesn't need any reason." Nick snorted coldly and continued: "Perhaps it's just feeling blushing and heart-beating when looking at each other, followed by restlessness, and there must be some physical contact developing into deeper exploration. These processes don't even take a few hours."

This kind of worry is not her own sense of crisis, because Natasha doesn't think she will be that fish. Just as Yanmei said, fishing is a kind of violence covered by civilization. Before the fish takes the bait, everything is hidden under the water surface.

Natasha returned. She helped the two women lift the sawed-down trees and divide them into small wooden blocks, which could be used as cutting boards. This was what they had agreed upon before setting off, to bring as few utensils as possible that could be found in nature.

"We can't just throw the internal organs into the fire, because it might affect the burning of the flame, but burying them is not a good idea, as it might attract bears." Yanmei said while gathering the messy internal organs: "In the wild, humans must be extra careful. The ways of dealing with things that are taken for granted in civilized society might bring extreme danger."

"Everything that happens here is." Natasha said involuntarily: "Boring, dull, and full of dramatic, ironic absurdity."

"During college." Nick put the pepper powder into the jar and started trimming the parsley leaves still planted in the soil pot. He didn't even know how they brought those things over.

"Nick Fury." Natasha emphasized her tone, but in fact, the desire to block was not strong, because she was very curious about what Nick was testing, and she also had some curiosity about the answer to the question and prayed that the information revealed in the test would not make Ivan consider kicking her into the water surface.

"Nick Fury." Natasha's tone contained a warning.

"So I often feel desperate for the libertines in this world." Steve said half-seriously and half-jokingly: "I have heard more than once that Tony Stark only needs an hour from meeting a cover model to going to bed."

Then, they spent about their lifetime's willpower, resisting the urge to turn and look at Natasha.

Accompanied by Nick's words, Yanmei looked up at Natasha. A certain look flashed in her eyes and was keenly caught by Nick, the King of Agents. He tested further, saying.

"It's also 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 surprised to find a bit of real anger on Ivan's face, which bloomed like a thunderbolt in their minds.

Erik seemed to be seeing Shiler for the first time, glancing at him with some surprise, as if he hadn't expected him to say that. Shiler continued to scrape the fish belly and said: "The more difficult the area, the more people understand how to coexist with nature. We don't have such favorable conditions as these vast and warm plains. One small mistake could lead to an entire tribe starving to death before the night when spring arrives."

Natasha appeared worried, and Nick and Yanmeili, who had never seen the female agent in such a state, had their own understanding of this. Taking advantage of the time when the two were sawing trees together, Nick glanced at Natasha, who was looking for suitable stones in the bushes, and said: "Ivan definitely told her something."

"Girls pursue me, and I pursue them too. I had a period of passionate joy with one or two of them. Don't talk about me, it's really boring. What about you, Doctor?"

Grilled fish is the simplest dish, but the trouble is that someone needs to watch it at all times. Shiler also skillfully gutted the big fish, but this kind of scene only made Natasha think of a not-very-clean back kitchen.

Usually, the process of processing fish creatures is not very aesthetic. On the one hand, because the fish still has muscle reflexes after death or fainting, the person killing the fish is like doing it to it while it's alive, which inevitably looks a bit cruel.

"When was your last relationship?" Ivan asked curiously.

"You are worried about those things, right?" Nick inferred from this. He was worthy of the title of King of Agents, just testing shallowly: "About Ivan."

"Of course, I go to the supermarket to shop every Friday night, and even go home to take a bath on the same night."

But now Ivan and Natasha are face to face. This situation is probably hard to call fishing. They are not one person on the water surface, obviously not the relationship between a fisherman and a fish.

"Is there anyone not worried about him?" Natasha was as smooth as ever, as if she had answered something, but the question would always return to the origin.

"Then we can also talk about you, Director Fury." Natasha refused to admit defeat and pulled back the agenda, saying: "Are there times when you are not in the office?"

"Did Agent Carter not let you reduce your expectations for women's fickleness?" Nick said mockingly.

"Endless work every year, go to the gym after it ends, practice marksmanship at the shooting range every weekend, and then get drunk on Friday night, and I have to go to her house to fish her out of the sofa."

But Natasha was indeed worried about Ivan, especially worried about the fish he was going to catch.

"I will throw them back into the water. The water area under the ice is safe. Even from a humanitarian perspective, the parts that humans cannot eat should not be wasted. Giving back to nature is a good choice."

"A pair of men and women suddenly become intimate, will there be a second reason?" Nick curled his lips. His only remaining eye rolled around. Steve opened his mouth wide and looked at him, saying: "No way? How come there wasn't one at first and then... I mean, I know Natasha. If she didn't imply going to bed with a man the first time she met him, it means this person is within her aesthetic range, not the object she collects stamps from."

Natasha had always been guessing who Ivan was fishing for, but she couldn't talk to Nick or Steve about this topic, because she wasn't sure if she did so, Ivan would kick her into the water surface. Natasha wouldn't overestimate Ivan's moral bottom line.

"Just like you, lady." Nick laughed in a low voice, grinding pepper while saying: "You don't know how boring my usual life is."