Pfft—ah, that familiar soft sensation again.
Grrrroooowwl!
"Big Flower said you're getting fatter. Remember what I told you? The higher you fly, the harder you fall, hahahaha~"
"Ah—I regret letting you come."
"You should be glad I came~" Watson replied with a smile, though he knew that even if he wasn't there, Tony could overcome his fear and deploy the winglets. But—whether he could actually fly was another matter. After all, this wasn't a movie; if he really crashed directly into the ground, it would be quite something—"Alright, Jarvis?"
"Hello, sir. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, just owe the great detective another one—let's go~"
Tony said, jumping straight off Big Flower and continuing to revel: "Watson, want to try an ultra-low altitude flight this time? Hahahaha, never mind, its appearance would scare the children~"
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A beam of fire and a giant black eagle swiftly streaked across the night sky, landing above the garage.
Watson put Big Flower away and looked at Tony, saying, "Tony, you should fly from below—"
"Jarvis, cut the power."
Bang~! A large hole pierced through two floors and crashed into the garage with a thud.
"Never listens—" Watson shook his head and jumped down through the large hole.
Thud~ Watson landed and saw Tony lying on the blue car with "by Cobra" written on it, saying, "Now it's proven that you don't like that car, and you saw that I liked that car so you chose to destroy it—"
"Don't talk, I want some peace and quiet—"
Hiss hiss hiss~~
DUM-E then shot milky white—fire extinguishing powder at Tony.
"DUM-E—you're going to community college."
—"Tony, your workshop is really messy. Why don't you let Pepper help you clean it up?" Watson followed Tony into his 'dirty, messy, and disorganized' lab.
Tony shook his head and said, "I usually don't let her touch my things, and she's already busy enough managing the company for me."
As he spoke, Tony picked up a cup of coffee from a small box on the table.
Watson walked over and saw the small box, asking, "Tony, what is this? It says—'From Pepper'?"
Hearing Watson's words, Tony turned around, saw the box, shook his head indicating he didn't know either, and walked over to open the box.
A glass box, inside which was a miniature arc reactor, with the inscription: "Proof that this is Tony Stark's heart."
"She's a good woman."
Tony nodded seriously and said, "Mm, I know—she really is a good woman. I can't live without her."
"So when are you two getting married?"
Pfft—Tony picked up a rag from a nearby counter to wipe the coffee sprayed on the box and said, "Buddy, give me a break—you know what I'm like."
"I don't know—Alright, I'm going back to my sexy policewoman~"
Tony tried to get back at Watson with a jibe: "Do you need a ride? We can go by air~"
"No thanks, I'm the fastest man, I'd rather take it slow."
—
—Downstairs at the Roaring Home.
Watson got out of the car and frowned at the darkness above. Had Natasha not come back yet?
He checked the mini-map and saw she was in the middle of the second floor—she was home but the lights were off?
I'm getting more and more excited~ But, next time I won't look at the mini-map, it kind of ruins the mood—shaking his head, Watson walked straight into the house.
Just as he reached upstairs,
Watson, about to turn on the light, was suddenly illuminated by various purple, red, and yellow light beams on his face. He instinctively squinted and saw a woman in front of him wearing a flaming mask and a red tight-fitting dress, exuding a fiery aura as she danced around a pole, her beautiful eyes seducing the man before her.
And in the corner, "Baby One More Time" began to play.
Watson looked at the charming, alluring, and sexy outfit before him, hmm—it was backless too, a nice little surprise~
Watson sat on a nearby sofa and even found a poured glass of champagne on the table beside him.
Sitting quietly, holding a glass of champagne, listening to the seductive music, and watching the sexiest person in the world dance, a smile played on his lips.
After a long while, Watson stood up and slowly walked forward. When he was about a meter away, he extended his left hand. Natasha, hanging on the pole, spun down and, with a turn, leaned forward, placing her hand in Watson's.
With a pull from Watson's left hand, Natasha spun into his embrace, his right arm wrapping around her smooth back.
"I heard there's a little darling named Natasha who wants to dance?"
"That's right~ I've been looking forward to it, my knight~"
The two began to dance freely in the dimly lit, psychedelic hall. Although Watson was unfamiliar with dancing, with his superhuman reflexes and physique, coupled with the guidance of the lovely woman in his arms, they danced a routine that had a unique charm of their own.
At some point—their other 'dance moves' began to spread to every corner, and the scent of love began to fill the entire room.
After who knows how long—"Darling, I want to hear the story you told me last time. What happened to that girl afterward?" Natasha lay quietly in the man's arms, her red hair spread across his chest, playfully drawing circles with a strand of hair.
Watson stroked the woman's head, as if caressing a docile cat.
"The gang leader made an addict test the strength of the drug in front of her. Just a tiny bit, and the addict almost went into shock. The gang leader told her he had a job for her, and she knew she had nowhere to run."
"Then what?" Natasha looked up at the man's face, asking impatiently.
"She was knocked unconscious. When she woke up, she only had her underwear on, and then she found—her stomach had been cut open. They had hidden a bag of drugs inside her belly. Of course, during the surgery, a tiny bit of the drug inevitably mixed into her bloodstream. She and several other people with 'jobs' were sent to Europe."
Watson paused here, as if telling Natasha that the climax was approaching.
"At a transit station, two thugs took a liking to her body, but she didn't give in and was severely beaten. Unfortunately, the drug bag in her stomach—broke."
Natasha suddenly asked, "Did she die? With so much high-potency drug."
"No—that drug didn't harm her; instead, it made her. Just like Captain America was enhanced, she survived, strengthened by the overdose of drugs. You know the highest development level of the human brain is no more than 10%, but she was stimulated by this drug, reaching 20%!"