The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Gulu——Gulu——

Miss Watson seemed oblivious to the gun barrel behind her head, continuing to gulp down her cola, appearing completely unsuspecting.

"Turn around."

The person behind it has little patience.

Hearing the hoarse female voice, Miss Watson stopped what she was doing and turned to meet a pair of bloodshot eyes. Natasha Romanov, wearing exoskeleton armor, was pointing her gun at them, but her face was covered in streaks of blood and tears, clearly on the verge of collapse.

"You are Natasha Romanoff?" Miss Watson carefully observed Black Widow's appearance. Ultron had indeed not considered the woman's health. Her body, including her head, was covered with probe-like devices, making her look as miserable as a mental patient undergoing electroconvulsive therapy in an asylum.

"I am your enemy."

Natasha's hoarse voice was so low it was almost inaudible.

“You don’t have to be my enemy.” Miss Watson put down the food in her hand and faced Natasha directly. “It’s not far from the Central Cathedral. Why don’t you go find Steve and the others? They all want to rescue you. They must have a way to get rid of this device. Why did you choose to come to me?”

“They can’t bear to kill me, they’ll only think about saving my life, but you…” The woman slightly raised the muzzle of the gun, blinked hard, and blood welled up in her eyes again, slowly flowing down her cheeks: “You will kill me, or I will kill you.”

"I don't want to kill you."

Miss Watson shook her head. The stinging pain from her spider-sense was growing stronger. She knew that the woman in front of her really intended to shoot her: "It sounds like you want to commit suicide. Why don't you just shoot yourself? Why bother going through me?"

“Because this device has been damaged. The aftershock of your attack destroyed it, but it still won’t let me, won’t let me shoot myself.” Natasha seemed to be enduring intense pain, her words even somewhat broken: “This is the Central Cathedral area. This device can’t support me to the edge of the city… You have the face of an angel, why can’t you help me like an angel?”

“Even if I were an angel, and I begged an angel to kill such a beautiful woman as you, the angel wouldn’t have the heart to do it.” Miss Watson’s voice suddenly changed, taking on a distinctly cold tone, as if she were a completely different person: “I should consider taking you away, but why don’t you tell me first why you don’t want to live?”

"Why wouldn't I want to live? You have no idea what Ultron did to me. Even if I don't die today, I won't last much longer."

Natasha chuckled softly, then coughed for a while before saying, "The person who deserved to live the most was killed by my own hands, you know that? Clint, his life shouldn't have ended like this. Just a few days ago, he was embracing his wife and children, eating, playing—that was...that was the happiness I longed for most, the happiness I could never have in my life, a family. And I..."

She stared intently into Miss Watson's eyes: "I shot him through the heart, and even before he stopped breathing, he was begging me to wake up... I can't forget his face, you understand? I destroyed a family, and the moment I pulled the trigger, I was already dead. I don't deserve to live anymore."

“But even if you really die here, Clint won’t come back to life.”

"I don't care, I just want to be free."

"OK then."

Miss Watson suddenly laughed, a slightly mocking laugh that made Natasha frown slightly: "Ultron really doesn't know how to cherish you. His steel-like brain can't understand. You are clearly a very useful tool, while I... I will cherish you."

Seeing the Cossack sabers spinning around her, Natasha simply pulled the trigger, but didn't hear the expected gunshot. The continuous, excruciating pain made her hesitate for a moment, and Miss Watson immediately grabbed the gun and roughly disarmed her.

"...Do you want to torture me?"

With no intention of acquiring new weapons, Natasha simply shook her head in despair: "You won't even give me a quick death?"

“That’s not what I meant.” Miss Watson said and then hugged her. Natasha was completely taken aback by the other’s action, and the bakery suddenly fell silent.

boom--!

Not long after, a loud explosion was heard in the distance.

It seems that Ultron really did hide clone robots in the city.

"What are you doing?"

Natasha sighed helplessly, "I'm in excruciating pain all over right now. I really have no interest in doing this with you. I'm practically dead already. Why don't you wait until I'm dead first..."

“I was just checking the ingredients.” Miss Watson’s cold lips gently kissed the woman’s ear, and in her soft whisper, Natasha recalled the biting cold wind of the Siberian Academy: “Anger, despair, pain, loss, loneliness, self-blame… it seems like all of humanity’s negative emotions have been concentrated on you, my dear. You must taste very sweet and delicious.”

"...Are you going to eat me?"

“Soon, just a few seconds, you won’t be in pain for long.” Dense tentacles burrowed into the exoskeleton, wrapping around Natasha’s battered body. Miss Watson pulled her neck back, looking directly into the woman’s eyes: “You will become a part of me, your consciousness, your emotions, your memories, your appearance, your… everything.”

The stunningly beautiful face before me was like that of an angel, as it should be, yet now it exuded an air of wickedness.

It's like the devil wearing a mask.

"are you ready?"

A prompting voice brought Natasha back to her senses, but the woman had no time to comprehend Miss Watson's words. She felt the excruciating pain lessen somewhat, her vision blurred, her body felt light, and she felt only relaxation, followed by exhaustion. An endless drowsiness washed over her, and the cold air on her face increasingly resembled that vast snowfield.

I really want to see it one more time.

"...Don't die yet, are you ready or not?"

Miss Watson's cold hand touched Natasha's face, but all she saw was a faint smile on the woman's lips.

She hesitated for a moment, then sat down, embracing the body, and softly began to hum a song:

“…pacцвetaлnr6лohnnгpywn,

(...when pear blossoms bloom all over the world)

Пoплылntymahыhaдpekon,

(A soft, flowing veil floats on the river)

Выxoдnлaha6epeгkatюwa,

(Katyusha stands on the steep bank)

haвыcoknn6epeг, hakpyton…

(That singing voice was like the bright spring sunshine...)

……

*Splat*

Another Ultron robot's head was crushed. Steve touched the breathing mask on his face and scratched his forehead, which was covered in dust and sweat: "Is this the last one? Tony? Got it? Have you found Natasha?"

“I think she may have already left.” Tony paused for a moment. “I’ll have the detector scan for the anomalous signal again. I did manage to find the Snake Princess using the energy signature of that gem. She was hiding in a bakery two blocks southwest of you… She’s come out now.”

"We need to find Natasha."

Steve pressed the respirator against his face, gasping for breath: "This city..."

"I understand how you feel, okay?"

Tony interrupted him: "I don't want this either, but if Sokovia goes any higher, the area bombarded by the debris from destroying it will become larger and larger. If it goes into space... who knows if these anti-gravity engines can support it to that height? But if it does happen, humanity will face the most terrifying meteor shower in history."

“I understand, but... could you scan it again?” Steve sighed. “Now I’m actually hoping Ultron really did order Natasha to sneak away, provided she doesn’t have a backup of Ultron’s consciousness…”

“We’ll find out.” Tony’s tone suddenly changed as soon as he finished speaking: “Wait, where did this phone call come from?”

"What? What call?"

“…Ahem, Steve?” Steve turned around in confusion. He heard Black Widow Natasha calling him, and after half a second, he remembered the 'call' Tony had mentioned. He quickly shouted, “Natasha? Is that you? Is that you speaking? Where are you?”

“Steve.” Natasha’s voice sounded dry and broken, making one worry about her physical and mental state: “Listen to me, I made an irreparable mistake. I can’t pretend nothing happened and continue to stay with you, so don’t look for me.”

"No, wait, this isn't your fault!"

"Nat!" Upon hearing that his girlfriend wanted to leave, Bruce Banner, now back in his original form, eagerly joined the call: "Wait! Nat, we made a promise, remember? Just... please don't do this, please."

“I don’t have much time, Bruce.”

A disappointed sigh came through the earpiece: "I'm sorry, no one can undo what I've done."

Why don't you talk to us face to face?

A slightly violent thud came from Tony's end, sounding like he'd fired a shot: "Because I'm about to... oh well, transfer the communications, I should have thought of that."

"Goodbye, everyone."

Natasha fell silent.

"Natasha?" Steve called out twice more, "Tony?"

“Stop yelling, I’ve found the signal source. She cobbled together a communication relay device; she herself isn’t here anymore.” Tony paused for a moment, then continued, “...Yes, the fingerprints matched hers. In any case, at least we know Natasha is still alive.”

"So how do we find her?"

“Do you know what you’re talking about? She’s one of the world’s best agents and spies.” Tony replied irritably, “If you want to find her, you might as well wait for her to come to you. Okay, let’s put this aside for now, everyone. We have a super meteorite to deal with.”

"Okay, let's retreat. Where's Watson?"

"She is walking towards the central church, where we will meet."

"Roger that." Steve hung up the communicator and rushed off again. The altitude was high and the air was thin, so many cars couldn't start. He had to have Dr. Banner pick him up in a Quinjet. By the time he reached the plaza in the central cathedral area, almost everyone had assembled. Miss Watson was the last to arrive.

She moved slowly and deliberately, and it seemed like she was holding something in her arms.

"Watson! Come here quickly!" The other members boarded the plane one after another. Steve raised his hand and beckoned her to speed up: "We just evacuated the kidnapped civilians from the outskirts of the city. Now it's all over. Let's get out of here immediately. Tony will destroy this city."

"Oh, here she comes." Miss Watson jogged over, and everyone then noticed that she was holding a gray and white kitten in her arms, which was trembling with fear from the roar of the fighter jet engine.