Let's find a hotel first," Natasha rubbed her temples, feeling inexplicably tired.
The culprit behind this was Yang Han.
The Symbiote, Venom, naturally merges with human genes. Because Natasha's body treated Yang Han as a viral invader, Yang Han forcefully merged his genes with Natasha's.
This caused the human body's self-protection system to activate.
That's why Natasha felt tired.
She walked into the nearest hotel, booked a room, and after locking the door, Natasha couldn't hold on any longer. She collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep, drowsy sleep.
Soon, the outside world transitioned from day to night, and then from night to early morning.
Gentle sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the room.
Natasha's hand twitched, her tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and she stretched lazily. She checked the time; it was already seven in the morning.
"I was unconscious for almost a day and a night?" Natasha looked at the date, somewhat disbelieving.
As a Super Agent, she had extremely strong resistance to any drugs and negative physical conditions, yet she had been unconscious for nearly a day and a night without even realizing it.
What exactly was going on?
She hadn't come into contact with anyone, except for Johnson.
Natasha's heart skipped a beat. Could this be that guy's superpower?
Without hesitation, she picked up her flip phone, ready to call Nick Fury to report the situation.
"Click!"
A sound of mechanical shattering rang out. Natasha stared at the finger-sized hole in her phone, her expression somewhat dazed.
What was happening to her?
She had only pressed a button, yet she had directly pierced through the phone?
Looking at the black screen and the arc flashes on the damaged part of the phone, Natasha still hadn't fully recovered.
When did her strength become so great?
"This is strange. What exactly is happening to me?" Natasha looked at the now-useless phone in her hand, her brows slightly furrowed, and she gently squeezed her palm.
"Crack."
Another crisp sound came, and the lower half of the flip phone was directly crushed by her.
"Oh my goodness!" Natasha looked at the completely broken phone, her face filled with disbelief. A day ago, she would have bet that she didn't have this ability.
And she felt like she hadn't even used much force, yet the phone was crushed.
"Could that guy's superpower be turning people into monsters?" Natasha quickly got up and walked towards the bathroom.
"Bang!" With another soft sound, Natasha directly pulled the bathroom door off its hinges.
Natasha walked to the mirror and looked at her beautiful face, immediately sighing in relief.
No woman doesn't care about her appearance. If she really turned into a monster, she would rather not have this power.
"Why do I feel like my skin is whiter, more supple, and even firmer?" Natasha touched her pretty face, her expression full of confusion. A day ago, she could have sworn her skin was nowhere near this good!
"And my strength has also increased," Natasha thought to herself, recalling the phone she had crushed earlier.
"How is it? Isn't this power incredibly intoxicating?" A low, slightly magnetic voice sounded in Natasha's ear, making her fully alert.
"Who is it?!" Natasha's body instinctively adopted a fighting stance, ready for any battle that might come.
"Who am I? Of course, I am the one who brought you this power." A puddle of liquid quickly condensed from Natasha's shoulder into a very hideous face.
"What are you? Why are you on me?" Natasha was a little unsettled. A hideous monster emerged from her body. Even though she was well-traveled, seeing this scene made her hair stand on end.
"As expected of the person I chose, she is indeed stronger than that guy. My efforts were not in vain," Yang Han said with admiration. One should know that the unlucky Johnson, after being merged with him, was so scared that he directly lost control of his bladder. Natasha, however, remained calm, which also made Yang Han quite satisfied.
Indeed, she was a top Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.; her experience was truly different.
"That guy? You're the one who killed those drug traffickers!" Natasha wasn't an idiot. Based on Johnson's personality and the current bizarre situation, she immediately understood why Johnson was able to kill those drug lords.
If he had this strange monster, then killing these drug traffickers, who were merely ordinary people, would naturally be effortless.
"Of course. Do you think that coward would dare to kill anyone?" Yang Han sneered, retorting.
"What kind of monster are you exactly?" Natasha asked, somewhat unsettled. Anyone with such a monster on them would probably not be calm.
Even though this monster could communicate, a monster's thoughts were simply beyond human comprehension, so Natasha couldn't help but panic.
"Monster? No, no, no! I am not a monster." A black fluid flowed down Natasha's shoulder, enveloping her entire right arm, and a hideous monster's face appeared before Natasha.
And Natasha was horrified to discover that her right hand was no longer under her control.
"You can call me Venom, or you can call me Yang Han. Nice to meet you. Please take care of me from now on."
Yang Han's hideous face moved closer to Natasha's, and he said with a sinister smile, his sharp teeth clearly visible.
Chapter 4: In this day and age, are monsters all this sensible?
"No, no, no, I am not a monster. You can call me Venom, or you can call me Yang Han. To be precise, I am a Symbiote, and now that I am with you, you should feel lucky! I can grant you superhuman strength, making you a Superman!" Yang Han said proudly.
"Symbiote?" Natasha raised an eyebrow slightly and said indifferently, "What Symbiote? I'm afraid you're a parasite!"
From a human perspective, this was truly no different from a parasite, except that Venom could bring extremely powerful strength.
"I'll go to your grandma's parasite! I'm a Symbiote, I'm Venom! Don't you dare associate me with those low-level parasites! Comparing me to a parasite, is there something wrong with your head?" Yang Han immediately cursed.
As a member of the Venom race, could he be compared to a parasite? And after becoming a Symbiote, the word 'parasite' was, to Yang Han, almost as insulting as 'bastard' or 'son of a bitch.'
Natasha raised an eyebrow, looking at the cursing monster in front of her, and suddenly felt that things seemed to be getting interesting.
Although this guy looked very hideous and fierce, now he seemed a little cute.
"By the way, there's nothing good about my body. Can you come out? I can recommend someone to you. I feel like you two are a good match, both so black and ugly..." As Natasha spoke, she felt she couldn't continue.
That kind of image, no matter how she thought about it, felt like an eyesore.
"Do you think that after I finally managed to enter your body, I would still leave?" Yang Han said to Natasha with a look of 'caring for the mentally challenged.'
Natasha was depressed and said helplessly, "What will it take for you to leave my body?"
"Just give up that idea. I won't leave, and you should feel honored that I am with you!" Yang Han shook his head, firmly denying it, his attitude extremely arrogant.