Chapter 3675: The Mercury Era (Part 6)

"Bad news again, friends, Bucky is serious." The group chat started with this message sent by Seeing Natasha. Below it was all content regarding their discussion of Bucky's mindset and the way Seeing Natasha was handling it.

According to Seeing Natasha herself, she learned from a reliable source that this was not a misunderstanding at all. Bucky really intended to pursue her, and she had no plans to bid farewell to her single life for the time being.

Although it was a bit late, Schiller still expressed in the group that he knew nothing about her source of information and expressed sincere admiration for the Black Widow's intelligence-gathering skills. Although others sent quite a few eye-rolling emojis in the group chat, they still didn't say anything.

Schiller checked his phone at a very opportune moment. Seeing Natasha sent a series of dizzy emojis, and then sent a screenshot of a chat:

"Are you there? Seeing Natasha? —B. B."

"Yes, I'm at work."

"Are you free after work?"

"What's up?"

"I want to discuss Steve's birthday party with you. How about the Treblun Seafood Restaurant?"

The screenshot ended there. Schiller sent a message: "How did you reply?"

"I haven't replied yet!" Seeing Natasha's messages popped up one after another, "He chose a reason I can't refuse. And that damn seafood restaurant is fucking expensive! He better not have already made a reservation!"

"Then it's over, he must have already made a reservation." Nick said, "I know him. Although he and Steve are good buddies, they are not quite the same. Bucky's foundation is tough. If he intends to pursue you, he won't take it slow; he will definitely be extremely aggressive."

"I'm considering another possibility." Seeing Natasha said, "I'll go tonight, then we'll sleep together, and then this will all be over. Do you think this will work?"

"No."

"Absolutely no possibility."

"Don't even think about it."

"No way."

Everyone replied afterward. Schiller analyzed it more deeply, saying: "You think you can maintain a relationship with him like you do with a certain Batman, but in reality, you can't. Batman is the most clear-headed person in the world; it is absolutely impossible for him to truly fall in love with a female agent. But the Winter Soldier is not necessarily the same. Moreover, the romance you two had back then might have a more severe long-tail effect than you imagine. You must be prepared to deal with an extremely difficult emotional problem."

"I really want to scream for help!!!" Seeing Natasha typed several exclamation marks and said, "But I won't let you look down on me; I've decided to solve this problem myself. I've decided to try sleeping with him first."

"He won't sleep with you." Hill appeared very certain, "If he really intends to develop a relationship with you, he will absolutely refuse you."

"No!! Man!! Can!! Refuse!! Me!!!"

The chat ended with Seeing Natasha's roar. Schiller guessed that she might have gone to pick out clothes and put on makeup. But he and Hill were of the same opinion: Bucky absolutely could not let Seeing Natasha off so easily.

It sounds a bit ridiculous. Generally speaking, sleeping together is considered a relatively late stage in dating. But in the United States, if someone decides to engage in this activity after your first date, it actually means a rejection, meaning he is prepared to fix your relationship as a one-night stand, rather than truly talking about feelings.

Seeing Natasha is indeed very charming, but Bucky is not ordinarily stubborn either. Schiller has already started looking forward to the female agent crashing and burning.

After finishing the meal and taking the prepared duck and goose, Schiller and Peter drove back to the nursing home. On the way, Peter was also playing with his phone the whole time. Then he suddenly looked up and said: "Does the nursing home not have a mold for baking pies? I remember you don't seem to like baking, Doctor."

Only when he said it did Schiller remember. Schiller nodded and said: "Indeed. There seemed to be a baking tray that came with the oven before, but I don't know where it ended up after this move; I haven't seen it in the kitchen."

Schiller pulled the car over and stopped slowly, saying: "What do you intend to do? Are we going to buy one or go back to your house to get it?"

"That thing isn't cheap. Of course, we'll go home to get it. Oh, wait, Gwen seems to have returned from the Star Port. It looks like I can't go home to get it."

"She's already back? Then why don't you go home to live?"

"She needs to rest." Peter shrugged and said, "I can't go baking any raspberry pie while she's catching up on sleep. Even for a skilled baker like my aunt, it's hard to avoid making some noise. It wouldn't be good to wake her up."

"Then go to your uncle's house?"

"I'll ask if my uncle is off work. He has an internal card and can take the flying shuttle for free; I'll ask if he can send it over to me."

Schiller nodded and continued to drive toward the nursing home. Peter's family is very frugal; even though their economic situation is much better now, they never waste anything, preferring to spend some time to save money. Uncle Ben probably wouldn't find it troublesome at all, but would be happy that Peter saved on gas money.

Sure enough, not long after, Ben Parker arrived. Schiller really hadn't seen him for a long time. He walked up and hugged the other person.

Ben Parker looked to be in very good spirits. Although there were already white hairs at his temples, his complexion was ruddy and his physique was robust, showing no signs of old age at all.

"Here you go, kid." Ben Parker said, "You must not break this thing. Otherwise, don't even think about eating apple pie this weekend."

Peter took the baking tray, looked at it left and right, nodded, and said with a smile: "It will definitely bless me in making the most delicious raspberry pie."

Not long after Uncle Ben left, Stark came again. He leaned against the doorway of the nursing home's kitchen, crossed his arms, and said: "I really didn't expect you guys to be busy in the kitchen so early. Peter, how is the improvement of the flying car coming along?"

"Good heavens, it's only the second day." Peter said while checking the information on the flour, "There's no need to be in such a rush, right?"

"Of course you're not in a rush. No matter what you give Steve, he'll just laugh foolishly. I'm different. I want to give him something that will shock him."

"For example?" Schiller turned back and asked.

"For example, a cool flying vintage car!" Stark raised his voice and said, "I've seen Steve once cut out a page of a car magazine introducing a vintage Rolls-Royce. Old antiques from his era love this! If I give him one that can fly, he'll definitely be so happy he'll have a heart attack!"

There were simply too many points to criticize in this sentence; Schiller didn't even know where to start. Then he suddenly reacted and said: "You wouldn't be restarting the flying car project because of this, would you?"

"Of course not!" Stark acted as if his tail had been stepped on, "This is a rigorous and well-prepared commercial project, not something I thought of on a whim! And it has nothing to do with him!"

Schiller waved his hand perfunctorily, clearly not believing it. Even Peter curled his lips; it didn't look like he had any intention of helping Stark explain. Just as Stark was about to speak, Peter interrupted him: "Your laboratory was set up too hastily, Tony. It's only been a matter of the last month. But China started working on flying cars two years ago. If it wasn't for Steve, why would you suddenly think of it?"

"That's different!" Stark opened his mouth and stammered, unable to say anything for a long time. In the end, he could only walk over, angrily snatch the flour box from Peter's hand.

"What is this thing?" Stark held the flour box a little further away, took off his sunglasses, and looked carefully, "The chemicals in this ingredient list are enough to put into my Arc Reactor to generate electricity. And you intend to use this thing to make food and then eat it?"

"This is seasoning powder." Peter took the box back and said, "That's still better than you physically embedding an Arc Reactor into your body."

Stark slapped the table hard, and then lamented exaggeratedly that Peter had also learned to be bad. Schiller, who was scrubbing the oven, turned back and asked: "What dish do you intend to make and bring over?"

"Of course, a cheeseburger." Stark became proud again, put his sunglasses back on, and started counting the benefits of a cheeseburger.

"I have a question." Schiller continued, "Do you intend to buy a beef patty, fry it, sprinkle a handful of vegetables, and then put two slices of pre-made cheese on it, and sandwich them in store-bought buns?"

"Uh, what's the problem?"

"Don't you think there are too few parts that you operate yourself?"

"But that's how a cheeseburger is made. Do you expect me to use a meat patty to sandwich bread? That would look like Mexican food. The essence of a cheeseburger lies in the appropriate amount of meat... wait, what are you guys planning to make?"

Stark saw the almost complete duck and goose in the water basin Schiller had placed aside. He was curious again, but also a little scared as he leaned over, stretching his neck to take a look.

"What do you intend to make them into?"

"That's none of your business. Anyway, I intend to make them from scratch, and Peter is the same. Even Seeing Natasha, who can't cook at all, intends to learn from Yin Fan. Only you intend to use half-prepared food to fool Steve."

The expression on Stark's face suddenly became a bit uncertain, and he said: "Do you think this dish is not good? But I only know how to make this, and it's probably too late to learn now, right?"

"You can consider adding some parts that you make yourself." Peter said, "For example, mix the cheese yourself, and then make the buns yourself. Wouldn't that mean it's all made by you?"

Stark opened his mouth, but quickly closed it again. He hesitated and took the flour box again, saying: "You mean I can turn this powder into buns? What kind of process is that? Just add some water and knead it into that shape?"

"I'm afraid not." Schiller picked up a fresh tomato, started peeling it, and said, "First, you have to mix it, then let it ferment. After making it into dough, then bake it. Finally, sprinkle some sesame seeds on it. It should still be quite difficult; I haven't done it either."

Upon hearing this, Stark became excited and said: "You don't know how to make burger buns either? Then I must give it a try. I must let you witness Stark's talent in cooking!"

"Thanks, but I've already witnessed it. Also, don't think about doing these things in my kitchen. Go back to your own house!"

Schiller pushed Stark out. Stark refused to leave, waving his hands while saying: "Wait a minute, why? Peter hasn't done it either, why can he be in your kitchen..."

Stark was pushed out the door by Schiller. With a bang, the door closed. Schiller's voice came from inside the door: "Of course, because I don't need to help him while he's practicing, nor do I need to coax him like a three-year-old child. Go find Pepper!"

Stark looked up and shouted, then while walking out, he took out his phone and sent a text message to Pepper asking if she was free. As a result, Pepper sent him a photo of the fitting room and replied:

"I'm picking out clothes. Wanda is here too. Tonight is a girls' night out battle. Don't come and cause trouble!"

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