Inside the hall.
Alan Folker sat on the sofa, took the wine Natasha handed him, and then poured two glasses of strong liquor.
"Why were those people chasing you?"
He handed a glass of wine to Natasha and asked curiously.
"I was discovered, my identity exposed, and Kingpin sent a large number of people to hunt me down. Those you just saw were assassins," Natasha replied after some thought. After all, Alan Folker had just saved her, so there was no need to hide these things.
Alan Folker thought about it; fortunately, it wasn't Bullseye. He recalled Natasha being captured by him once again, tied up, and who knew what Bullseye might have done to her.
"As a Senior Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., failing a mission is not a glorious thing," Alan Folker said with a slight smile.
Natasha frowned slightly. When they met before, it was just a conflict, but how did he know who she was and her identity?
She had asked Coulson, and her identity hadn't been exposed, but how did Alan Folker in front of her know? She couldn't help but become wary.
"Don't be nervous, I have no ill intentions. I just know some information about you; it's not that difficult to investigate," Alan Folker said with a calm expression, his handsome face showing a confident look, seeing through Natasha's current emotions.
"You truly are a very capable person." But Natasha still didn't lower her guard, her gaze scrutinizing Alan Folker in front of her, growing increasingly curious about his abilities.
In every aspect, he was perfect: knowledge, swordsmanship, and perhaps even psychology.
"You're safe now. I think it's time for me to go," Alan Folker said, finishing his drink and standing up.
Natasha looked at herself curiously. Did he not feel anything at all?
"Are you going back tonight?"
Alan Folker turned around, looked at Natasha, and replied decisively, "Of course, my wife is still waiting for me to come home. You should rest well."
Natasha watched Alan Folker leave, a look of interest on her face. "This person really is a bit different."
Queens, inside the apartment.
The fragrant aroma of delicious dishes permeated the entire house.
Hela moved between the living room and the kitAlan, setting out bowls, chopsticks, and a bottle of red wine. Looking at the sumptuous dinner on the table, she smiled happily.
Alan Folker carried a bowl of hot soup, quickly came from the kitAlan to the living room, placed it on the table, and said happily, "Alright, dinner is ready."
Hela sat down, about to raise her wine glass, but Alan Folker snatched it away.
"Pregnant women can't drink alcohol," Alan Folker said with a smile, downing the red wine himself.
Hela playfully chided him, rolling her eyes at Alan Folker, and complained like a little girl, "Hmph, back in my hometown, pregnant women have no taboos. Drinking every day can still produce healthy, chubby boys."
"Your hometown? They must be a bunch of fierce women. Can the babies born be healthy?" Alan Folker served Hela a bowl of soup, a smile on his face, and said.
He obviously thought Hela wanted to drink, which was why she made up such an absurd reason.
Little did he know, what Hela said was actually true. Some women in Asgard, due to their physique, were indeed very robust from pregnancy to childbirth.
"Drink chicken soup, it's nourishing."
Hela took the chicken soup, drank it all in one gulp, then stared with dry eyes at the red wine in Alan Folker's hand.
Although she wasn't a heavy drinker, she didn't know why her tastes had been so strange lately.
Alan Folker knew that Hela's pregnancy reactions were quite strong; she would basically get up in the middle of the night to retch in the bathroom. Even though he was sound asleep, he could feel her difficulty.
"Then I'll drink soup with you," Alan Folker put the red wine aside, then covered the wine glass, and said with a smile, "Later, I'll drink with you every day."
Hela's little schemes seemed to be touched by Alan Folker's ordinary gesture. She showed a gentle smile and said happily, "Husband, you are too good!"
"Eat up. Later, your husband will be even better to you," Alan Folker said with a mischievous smile, looking forward to the evening's activities every day.
Hela beamed with a smile and responded, "Okay, Master, I promise I'll satisfy you."
Alan Folker took a bite of Mapo Tofu and said with satisfaction, "It's really flavorful, you should try it."
Hela picked up a spoon, took a bite, and smiled, "It does taste good, very successful."
She had been craving spicy food recently, so Alan Folker made Mapo Tofu for the first time, and she didn't expect it to be so delicious.
The two enjoyed their dinner warmly, laughter echoing in the living room.
More than an hour later, dinner concluded.
Alan Folker put his arm around Hela as they left the apartment. They needed to exercise after dinner every night and also take care of Hela, so walking around was necessary to ensure the baby's activity.
The quiet street, a gentle breeze blowing.
The entire street was brightly lit by streetlights, but there were few passersby, so it was very quiet.
"Husband, have there been any strange things happening recently?" Hela leaned on Alan Folker's left shoulder, walking slowly, and suddenly asked.
Alan Folker heard this, looked at Hela curiously, and smiled, "I watch the news every day, those are all strange things."
"I mean, you seemed to have seen something before, and then, have you seen it again?" Hela straightened up and asked worriedly.
Alan Folker shook his head and replied, "No, not at all. I just go between three points, and if I did encounter something, it wouldn't be looking for me."
"However, S.H.I.E.L.D. has been bothering me lately, which is really annoying."
Hela was startled and frowned slightly. Having been in Midgard for so long, she naturally knew about S.H.I.E.L.D.'s existence, but their constant pursuit of Alan Folker was very strange.
"They're here to protect me. After all, I saw some things and got involved, but you don't need to worry too much, it will be resolved soon," Alan Folker just happened to think of this matter.
"That's good!" Hela showed a meaningful expression. She had already helped him solve it during the day, so of course, they weren't needed.
Along the way, he told Hela the reasons S.H.I.E.L.D. was looking for him and some other issues, without any concealment.
Hela's expression was sometimes serious, sometimes surprised. These were things she didn't know and couldn't investigate. She hadn't expected so many things to revolve around Alan Folker.
Asgard hadn't arrived yet, but so many things had been triggered. Fortunately, no danger had occurred.
"Watch out!"
Suddenly, at this moment, a gunshot rang out from a distance.
Alan Folker immediately embraced Hela, then quickly dodged the bullet.
"Clang!"
The bullet passed in front of them, hitting a metal streetlight with a clang.
Hela's expression was alert, her gaze chilling as she stared at the sound in the darkness. She activated her magic, forming the stones on the ground into sharp blades, which, at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, struck the person in the darkness.
Alan Folker looked around in surprise, seeing no one, yet the sound in the darkness was pierced by dozens of stones, losing its life.