Natasha volunteered to join the team to explore the forest, and as usual, Natasha, Nick, and Steve went to the nearby woods to find wood and stone, while the others stayed behind to handle the ingredients.

Nick, who was walking in the front, glanced back at Natasha, who was obviously worried, he put his hand in front of his mouth and cleared his throat and said: Natasha, I definitely have no intention of harshly criticizing you, nor do I want to spoil the atmosphere, but you should remember that you said you wanted to do me a favor before, right? ”

Natasha came back to her senses, and then she sighed deeply and said, "I'm sure I helped you, but unfortunately, you can't actually accept my kind of help." ”

"You've gotten me dizzy, ma'am." Steve, who was walking in front, also turned his head to look at Natasha and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it, what has happened in the past few hours, you look a little weird." ”

Natasha swallowed again, now she knew Schiller's purpose, when Schiller had a secret, people would bother him, and once he told the secret to another person, someone who was more likely to reveal his mouth than him, then this person was the one to be annoyed.

Obviously, at this stage, in this case, so far, this person is Natasha.

"Not bad at all." Natasha snorted and said, "It's just that I'm thinking intently, because I didn't think much before, so you think I'm in a weird state right now." ”

"Kind of weird?" Nick raised his voice and said, "I don't even know how to describe it!" Who has ever seen the famous Black Widow stunned so many times in an hour, saying that she would stay vigilant and never let up? ”

"That's just ......" Natasha sighed deeply, and Nick and Steve looked at each other, feeling that something was wrong, but they knew they couldn't force it.

If Schiller's strictness is because the secret they want to find out is about himself, and everyone is habitually vigilant when others explore him, then Natasha's strict mouth is completely a professional habit, as long as she doesn't want to say it herself, there is no way to pry the truth out of her mouth, and Nick knows this very well.

"You're worried about that, aren't you?" Based on this, Nick speculated that he was worthy of the name of the King of Agents, but only superficially probed: "About Schiller." ”

"Isn't anyone worried about him?" Natasha was as tactful as ever, as if she had answered something, but the question always came back to square one.

But Natasha was really worried about Schiller, especially about the fish he was going to catch.

This concern was not her own sense of crisis, because Natasha did not feel that she would be the fish, as Schiller said, fishing is a kind of violence disguised by civilization, and everything is hidden under the surface of the water until the fish is hooked.

But now that Schiller and Natasha are face to face, this situation may hardly be called fishing, none of them are below the surface, and it is obviously not the relationship between the angler and the fish.

Natasha was always speculating about who Schiller was fishing, but she couldn't talk to Nick or Steve about it, because she wasn't sure if Schiller would kick her under the surface if she did, and Natasha wouldn't overestimate Schiller's moral bottom line.

Natasha was worried, and Nick and Steve, who had never seen a female agent in such a state, had their own understanding of this, and while the two were sawing trees together, Nick glanced at Natasha, who was looking for a suitable stone in the grass, and said, "Schiller definitely said something to her." ”

"Of course I know that, but didn't you listen to what Professor Charles just said? God, fried fish bread, it's not fried fish with bread, it's a very complicated dish, it needs to be mixed with fish and dough, it needs to be fermented and fried, it feels troublesome to think about, but Schiller said it was to please Natasha, when did they become so close? ”

"Is there a second reason for a man and a woman to suddenly become intimate?" Nick pursed his lips, his only remaining eye gurgling, and Steve looked at him with his mouth wide open, "Isn't it?" Why didn't it at first, but now it's ...... I mean, I know Natasha, and if she doesn't hint at sleeping with a man when she meets him for the first time, it means that the person is not within her aesthetic scope, and she is not the object of her philately. ”

"Didn't Agent Carter let you dampen your expectations of a woman'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 hard, and Sharon Carter was the only agent who met the two characteristics of being deceitful and hardworking.

"I'm trying to say that there's never going to happen to the two of them all of a sudden, and there's definitely something in that we don't know." Steve glanced at Natasha as well.

"Sudden adultery fever usually doesn't need a reason." Nick snorted coldly, and continued: "Maybe it's just that when you look at each other, you suddenly feel a blush and a heartbeat, and then you start to be restless, and there must be some physical contact that develops into deeper exploration, and these processes don't even take a few hours." ”

"That's why I often despair of the prodigals in this world." Half-seriously, half-jokingly, Steve said, "I've heard more than once that Tony Stark and a cover model go from knowing that it only takes an hour to. ”

"Keep an eye on them." Nick leaned his head forward and looked into Steve's eyes with the only remaining eye and said, "The instincts of the King of Agents tell me that things between the two of them don't end with a one-night stand, and Schiller is very good at complicating anything. ”

Natasha returned, and she helped the two men lift the sawn down trees and divide them into small wooden sundles that could be used as chopping boards for chopping vegetables, as they had agreed before they set out, to bring as few utensils as possible that could be found in nature.

Then they made two trips, and moved the stones for the campfire to the ice, and the flames were blazing, and the rest of them began to cook.

Grilled fish is the simplest dish, but it's just a hassle to be watched at the moment of need, and Ivan is also quick to disembowel the big fish, but this scene can only remind Natasha of a not very clean kitchen.

Generally speaking, the process of dealing with fish creatures is not very aesthetically pleasing, partly because the fish still have muscle reflexes after death or fainting, and the person who kills the fish seems to be alive to do something to it, and it is inevitable that it will be cruel.

On the other hand, the smell of the entrails of the fish was not good, even for fresh fish, and Natasha sat in the lower direction of Ivan, and even couldn't stand the fishy smell of the viscera of the big fish.

"We can't just throw the entrails into the fire because it might affect the flames, but it's not a good idea to bury them, which might attract bears." Ivan said as he messed up the mess of internal organs, "In the wild, humans must be extremely careful, and the accustomed ways of dealing with things in civilized societies can be very dangerous. ”

"I agree with this, the hungry are easily carried away by the joy of a successful hunt, unaware that the beast that follows them is about to enjoy a double portion."

"And what are you going to do with the entrails?" Professor Charles asked.

"I'll throw them back into the water, the waters under the ice are safe, even if the inedible parts shouldn't be wasted from a humanitarian point of view, and giving them back to nature is a good option."

Eric, as if he had met Ivan for the first time, glanced at him with some surprise, as if he did not expect him to say this, and Ivan still scraped the belly of the fish with his hands, and said: "The more difficult the conditions, the more people know how to live in symbiosis with nature, we do not have such unique conditions as this vast and warm plain, and a small mistake can cause an entire tribe to starve to death the night before spring comes." ”

"Literary irony." Schiller commented.

"Everything that happens there is." Natasha involuntarily said, "Cold, boring, and quite dramatic and ridiculous. ”

"Just like you, ma'am." Nick chuckled lowly and said as he grinded the pepper, "You don't know how boring her life is. ”

"Nick Fury." Natasha's tone was implied with warning.

"Every year I work endlessly, I go to the gym at the end of the year, I go to the shooting range every weekend to practice marksmanship, and then on Tuesday night I get drunk and I have to go to her house and get her out of the couch."

Along with Nick's words, Schiller raised his eyes and glanced at Natasha, and a certain look flashed in his eyes that he was caught by Nick, the king of agents, and he said further tentatively.

"At the same time, our Romanov's emotional life is full of absurd comedy, and her male companions are usually selected from music recitals, nightclubs or stadiums."

"Nick Fury." Natasha accentuated her tone, but the desire to block was not strong, because she knew very well what Nick was trying, and she was also a little curious about the answers to her questions and the information revealed in the prayer temptation that Schiller would not consider kicking her under the water.

"It's not new." Schiller poured flour into the bowl as he said: "No one expects a female agent from the former Soviet Union to go shopping in a luxury mall every day, or to serenade herself in some cave, and now we are the remnants of old habits." ”

"I agree with you too." Ivan said so.

"Then I guess we can talk about you, Director Fury." Not to be outdone, Natasha pulled back the agenda and said, "Have you ever been out of the office?" ”

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

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

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

"When you go to school." Nick put the pepper powder in his hand into the jar and began to prune the leaves of the parsley that was still planted in the clay pot, he didn't know how they got it.

"There are girls who pursue me, and I pursue her, and I have had a passionate pleasure with one or two of them, let alone me, it's really lackluster, what about you, doctor?"

"It's been a long time, and when I say this, don't stare at the ring on my hand, I've explained this many times."

Both Nick and Steve were surprised to find a real irritation on Schiller's face, which burst into their minds like a thunderbolt.

Then, it took about a lifetime of willpower on them to resist not turning their heads to look at Natasha.