Watson lowered his head and kissed her slightly flushed cheek, accidentally waking Natasha.
Natasha rolled over, returned his kiss, and then lay back down, saying, "Honey? I'm off today~ Let me sleep a little longer. Let the little dragon rest for a bit. At least the dragon's lair needs some rest—"
Watson smiled at the tired Natasha, lowered his head, and gently blew a breath into her ear, making her tighten her neck. She turned and hugged Watson, preventing him from moving.
Seeing her actions, Watson chuckled and whispered, "Since the dragon's lair doesn't want to get up, then this one-of-a-kind gift I prepared for her might go to someone else, you know?"
"—Hmm? ...A gift?" Natasha heard what the man said and groggily opened her eyes.
Watson smoothed Natasha's scattered hair and said, "That's right, it's a gift for the dragon's lair, and I bet you won't find a second one in the entire universe!"
Now more awake, Natasha wrapped her arms around the man's neck and hung onto him, a slight smile playing on her lips. "You won't find a second one in the entire universe? Are you talking about yourself, my dear?"
"No, no, no, close your eyes and wait... Or keep them open, don't blink, okay? Are you ready?"
Natasha nodded expectantly, then a warm, white light made her squint slightly, and then she was captivated by a necklace that appeared within the white light.
The flame-colored amber was warm and elegant. In the soft sunlight, one could see tendrils of fire seemingly flowing within it. The flames emitted a dazzling glow, as if possessing a magical power that tightly drew Natasha's beautiful eyes.
Natasha came to her senses, her mouth slightly agape in surprise. "So... beautiful—" She turned her head to look at the man in front of her, asking uncertainly, "—Honey, this is—"
Watson pulled her body up to a height where he could kiss her, gently touching her lips and saying, "Its name is Red Flame, and its nickname is 'Natasha'."
Hearing the man's words, Natasha immediately sat on his lap, cupped his face, and kissed him deeply. She then looked up and asked, "So it has a full name?"
"That's right, its full name is Natasha~"
"Now, would you like me to help you put on little 'Natasha'?" Watson picked her up and sat her on the edge of the bed.
"Of course~"
Natasha turned around, presenting her smooth back to Watson, biting her lip with an expectant look.
Watson reached his hands around her front, holding the necklace and slowly sliding it over her delicate collarbone, encircling Natasha's neck.
"Strange, it's not cold at all, and it's even a little warm—" Natasha mumbled, touching the necklace on her chest, a bit puzzled.
Watson smiled at Natasha, who couldn't put the necklace down. As he got up and passed through the living room, he eyed the steel pole. "Honey, when was this installed?"
"Just yesterday, before you came back~ It was very simple."
"Then let's keep it~"
Watson went into the kitchen and looked around, thinking: I can't eat well-done meat again, can I?—Knock, knock, knock~
Hmm? Who could it be at this hour? Could it be Aunt Leah and them?
Watson went downstairs and opened the door to find—Clinton?
"Hey, what brings you here? Come on in."
Clinton came in and said, "Buddy, it's been a long time since we last met, and I still owe you a drink. Oh, by the way, I don't know if Natasha has told you about my family's situation?"
"What situation? Natasha hasn't told me anything."
"Honey, who is it? Oh, oh... Clinton? What are you—" Just then, Natasha came downstairs, dressed, and looked at Clinton, asking in confusion. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something. "I'm sorry—I'm so sorry, I forgot."
Clinton rolled his eyes and said, "It's fine, I understand. It's just like when Laura and I first started out,
nothing else mattered except each other—"
The exasperated Clinton suddenly noticed the necklace outside Natasha's clothes. "That's a beautiful necklace."
Natasha smiled happily. "Thank you~"
Watson looked at the two and asked, "Can you tell me what's going on first?"
Natasha walked over and hugged Watson's arm, saying, "Clinton's wife, Laura, has her birthday the day after tomorrow, so he wants to invite us and Coulson to celebrate at his house. I originally planned to tell you yesterday, but—I got so engrossed in listening to the story that I accidentally forgot~"
Clinton heard this and gave Watson a knowing smile that all men understand. "I imagine that story must have been very special."
Natasha narrowed her eyes at Clinton's smile and said, "That's right, I plan to tell Laura tomorrow~ I think she'll definitely love this story!"
"What?! You're actually going to tell Laura? Wait—you're not actually talking about a real story, are you?"
As soon as he said this, he saw Watson and Natasha both looking at him with strange expressions.
Watson opened his mouth and said, "I just realized you're actually that kind of person—"
Natasha chimed in, "Clinton, I've known you for so long and never realized you were that kind of person—"
"—I think I should just turn around and leave! Alright, I didn't want to tell you this so soon, but I have bad news!" Clinton suddenly revealed a vengeful smile, and without waiting for her to ask, he continued, "Your vacation has been canceled. They were going to send other agents to pick you up, but I thought of Laura's birthday and suggested I come instead~"
"What? I've only been on vacation for less than half a day!"
"So you'll just have to talk to Fury about it~"
"Honey—" Natasha looked at Watson, crestfallen.
Watson hugged her and gently kissed her, comforting her. "It's okay, there'll be plenty of time later. Go."
"Okay, I'll make it up to you tonight, my dear~ I'm going to change." With that, Natasha went upstairs.
Clinton looked at Watson and suddenly asked, "Buddy, do you like kids?"
"Of course, I quite like children. You already have kids, don't you?"
"Yeah—so now I get woken up by two little tyrants every day." Clinton said, looking up, a smile also appearing on his face.
Watson also chuckled and said, "Haha, when Natasha and I have children, if it's a girl, I'll build her a dragon playground! If it's a boy, I'll make him a true dragon knight!"
Just as Watson finished speaking, Clinton lowered his head, lost in thought, and Natasha, who had just reached the stairs, suddenly paused, then went straight downstairs, her steps a little uncontrollably light.
"Honey, did you eat well-done meat again?"
Natasha ran up to Watson, kissed him, and said, "I cut off a small piece to eat~ Otherwise, I'd feel a bit sluggish. Clinton wants me to drive, I need to vent."
Before closing the door, she winked at Watson and said, "Wait for me to come back~"
Outside, Natasha's gentle and amiable expression vanished, and she reverted to the agent with blood-stained hands. The tender side was reserved only for him, and that was enough.