The next day, the sky outside the window was just faintly lit, indicating a misty early morning.
"Ugh—what is this—"
Watson slowly opened his eyes, a frown on his face, and looked down to see the blanket pushed up high, gently rising and falling.
"Honey, doing something naughty so early in the morning?"
Natasha poked her head out from under the covers and looked at Watson, saying, "Honey, you're awake? I thought you'd sleep a bit longer. Oh, Coulson just called and told me the car you asked him to buy is parked outside the door. This is your reward! Now, lie back down, we need to hurry, I have to go to work soon!"
Watson lay back down and muttered, "The legendary perfect day—"
Afterward, the two of them washed up, had breakfast, and finally lingered at the door.
Watson opened the door and found two Chevrolet Corvette C7s parked outside, one black and one silver.
Watson leaned against the door, watching Natasha walk to the car, and said, "Honey, I forgot to tell you something. We don't need to run a business anymore, so I want to redecorate downstairs. And you get to decide the style, how about that?"
Natasha tilted her head, thought for a moment, and said, "Of course! I'll come up with some good ideas today. Leave it to me!" With that, she walked over, gave Watson a light kiss, then turned and got into the black car, driving away.
As Watson watched Natasha leave, he suddenly remembered something. He went back inside, put on a hoodie, and then walked out of the house directly towards Aunt Leah's place.
At this hour, would Aunt Leah and Uncle Poke still be asleep?
Click~
Watson quietly opened the door and looked at the unlit living room, whispering, "Egg Tart~ Are you there~"
A slender black shadow quickly darted down from the second floor, making no sound throughout the entire process.
"Meow (^_^)?" Egg Tart, without slowing down, directly pounced into Watson's arms.
Watson vigorously rubbed its little head and whispered, "Hey buddy~ Did you miss me a lot?" "Huh?" Feeling footsteps, Watson quickly looked up.
"Purr~ Meow~"
"Who's there?" Uncle Poke stood at the top of the stairs holding a civilian M16.
"It's me, Uncle Poke, I'm sorry I woke you—" Watson said, looking up.
Uncle Poke put away his gun, looked back into the house to confirm there was no other movement, and as he walked, he whispered, "It's you, kid. Your Aunt Leah is still asleep. I only came down because I heard little Egg Tart meowing, thinking it was hungry, to get it something to eat. But little Egg Tart is very smart, it even uses the toilet, it's never peed or pooped anywhere else."
Watson smiled at Uncle Poke's words. As expected of someone from the special forces, his vigilance was high.
And was Uncle Poke now promoted to a full-time cat owner?
"Alright, Uncle Poke, you go back to sleep. I'll take it out for a walk."
"Alright then, be careful on your way."
"Don't worry, Uncle Poke, it's just a walk." With that, Watson took Egg Tart and left the house.
—Holding Egg Tart, Watson remembered how lively the streets were last time.
This time, however, apart from a few early commuters, there weren't many pedestrians on the street, making it feel somewhat deserted.
Soon, he saw the ice cream shop from last time, but unfortunately, it wasn't open yet.
He slowly walked onto the Manhattan Bridge.
"Egg Tart, are you hungry?" Watson asked, scratching Egg Tart's little head.
"Meow—*rumble*~" Egg Tart rubbed its belly with its paw, looking pitifully at Watson.
"Alright, let's see if there's a breakfast place—Huh? Oh, right."
Watson suddenly remembered he had fully cooked meat in his backpack!
He took out the fully cooked meat he had previously taken a bite of, and Egg Tart immediately reached out its paw to grab it.
"Buddy, are you not going to leave me any?" Watson said, taking out the hunter's short knife he hadn't used in a long time.
He cut off a large piece and handed it to Egg Tart, while he himself took a few big bites and then put the rest back in his backpack.
One person and one cat walked on like this, and with the fully cooked meat, Watson's steps also quickened slightly.
As he walked, Watson's gaze was suddenly drawn to a sign nearby.
Queens, New York City.
Queens?
Watson thought about it; wasn't this where Spider-Man was born?
But right now—he should still be a young kid, right?
But since he was here, why not go take a look?
Thinking this, Watson opened his phone's navigation.
—Watson looked up at the sign; this must be the place.
"Forest Hills"
One of New York's most livable communities.
There weren't many people around, it was so quiet—Watson stood by the community entrance, holding Egg Tart, feeling a bit bored. He took out the unfinished fully cooked meat and took another bite.
"Meow~!"
"Not for you."
"Meow wuwu—"
"OK, I'm just kidding, just one bite."
Whoosh whoosh~
A yellow school bus stopped at the community entrance, and children with backpacks began to emerge from the community one after another.
"Peter, you haven't had breakfast!"
"I'm not hungry, Aunt May, OK, can I take it to school to eat?"
He's out, he's out~
He quickly snatched the fully cooked meat from Egg Tart's paw and put it into his backpack.
After all, gnawing on a large piece of thigh meat there would somewhat ruin his image, although he wasn't the one gnawing on it.
Perhaps Watson's sudden movement caught the attention of 'Little Spider-Man' Peter, who looked over in their direction.
After just a moment of hesitation, little Peter's mouth dropped open.
"Wow, Aunt May—it's him! It's the Flame Knight!"
"Peter, the school bus is leaving, you need to get on now."
Seeing little Peter waving at him as he got on the school bus, Watson also waved back in response.
Little Peter, the young boy, was really interesting, hahaha~
Watching Peter, who had walked to the very back of the school bus and was looking at him through the window, Watson put his index finger to his lips and made a 'shush' gesture.
OK, little Spider-Man saw it too. Next time, should I go see if Daredevil and them are in Hell's Kitchen?
As Watson turned around, preparing to leave, he suddenly felt someone approaching from behind, and his intuition told him that the person's target was him, not just passing by.
Watson turned his head in confusion. It was—Aunt May?
"Hello, excuse me for being presumptuous, are you—are you really the Flame Knight from TV?"
He really didn't expect Aunt May to actually strike up a conversation with him! He had to admit, Watson's current image was quite good, and Egg Tart definitely added to his appeal.
Watson smiled generously and said, "Yes, I am, but my name is Watson Dialant, you can just call me Watson. Actually, I feel that the nickname 'Flame Knight' is—a bit childish. Oh, right, this is Egg Tart."
"Meow~"
"Hello, Egg Tart~" Aunt May smiled and greeted Egg Tart, then said, "Have you two had breakfast? If you don't mind, I have some Swiss rolls here, and I thought you... you could come and try them?"