Chapter 1618 Fishing Day (XI)

Natasha took the initiative to join the team exploring the forest, so as usual, Natasha, Nick, and Steve went to the nearby woods to look for wood and stones, while the others stayed to deal with the food.

Nick, who was walking in the front, looked back at Natasha, who was obviously worried. He put his hand in front of his mouth and cleared his throat and said: Natasha, I absolutely do not mean to blame you, nor do I want to ruin the atmosphere, but you should remember that you said you would do me a favor before, right? "

Natasha came back to her senses, then she sighed deeply and said: "I am sure I can help you, but unfortunately, you can't actually accept this kind of help from me."

"You confused me, lady." Steve, who was walking in front, also turned his head to look at Natasha and said: "Just say whatever you want to say. What happened in the past few hours? You look a little weird. "

Natasha swallowed again. Now she knew Schiller's purpose of diverting trouble. When Schiller had a secret, people would bother him. Once he told the secret to another person, a person who was more likely to reveal it than him, then it was this person who would be bothered.

Obviously, at this stage, in this situation, so far, this person is Natasha.

"That's right." Natasha snorted and said, "It's just that I'm concentrating on thinking, because I didn't think often before, so you think my current state is a bit strange."

"A bit strange?" Nick raised his voice and said, "It's so strange that I don't know how to describe it! Who has seen the famous Black Widow stunned so many times in an hour? What about staying vigilant and never letting down her guard? "

"That's just..." Natasha sighed deeply again. Nick and Steve looked at each other and felt that something was wrong, but they knew they couldn't force him to ask.

If Schiller kept his mouth shut because the secret they wanted to find out was about himself, and everyone would habitually remain vigilant when others explored themselves, then Natasha's tight-lippedness was completely a professional habit. As long as she didn't want to say it, no method could pry the truth out of her mouth. Nick knew this very well.

"You are worried about these things, right?" Nick speculated based on this. He was worthy of the title of the king of agents, and just tried lightly: "About Schiller."

"Is there anyone who is not worried about him? "Natasha was smooth as always, as if she had answered something, but the question always returned to the origin.

But Natasha was indeed worried about Schiller, especially about the fish that he was about to catch.

This worry was not her own sense of crisis, because Natasha did not think that she would be that fish. As Schiller said, fishing is a kind of violence disguised by civilization. Before the fish is hooked, everything is hidden under the water.

But now Schiller and Natasha are face to face. This situation can hardly be called fishing. None of them is under the water, and it is obviously not It's the relationship between the fisherman and the fish.

Natasha has always been guessing who Schiller is fishing for, but she can't talk about this topic with Nick or Steve, because she is not sure if she does so, Schiller will kick her under the water. Natasha will not overestimate Schiller's moral bottom line.

Natasha is worried, and Nick and Steve, who have never seen a female agent in this state, have their own understanding of this. While the two are sawing trees together, Nick glances at Natasha who is looking for a suitable stone in the bushes and says, "Schiller must have said something to her."

"Of course I know this, but didn't you hear what Professor Charles said just now? God, fried fish bread is not fried fish with bread. It's a very complicated dish. It requires the fish meat and dough to be blended together, and it also needs to be fermented and fried. It's troublesome to think about it, but Schiller said it was to invite Natasha. When did they become so close?"

"A man and a woman suddenly become close. Is there a second reason? "Nick curled his lips, and his only remaining eye turned around. Steve looked at him with his mouth wide open and said, "Really? Why didn't you do it at first, and now... I mean, I know Natasha. If she doesn't hint at having sex with a man when she first meets him, it means that this man is not within her aesthetic range and is not the object of her stamp collection."

"Didn't Agent Carter make you less expect women to be fickle?" Nick said sarcastically.

Steve coughed awkwardly twice. He knew that Nick was a little dissatisfied with him for seducing Agent Carter. After all, there were not many agents working seriously under Nick, and Sharon Carter was the only agent who met the two characteristics of being easy to deceive and hardworking.

"What I want to say is that something will not happen between the two of them suddenly. There must be something we don't know about it." Steve also glanced at Natasha.

"Sudden love and passion usually don't need any reason. "Nick snorted coldly, and then said: "Maybe it's just that when you look at each other, you suddenly feel your face blushing and your heart beating, and then you start to get agitated. There must be some physical contact that develops into a deeper exploration. These processes may not even take a few hours."

"So I often feel desperate for the playboys in this world." Steve said half seriously and half jokingly: "I have heard more than once that it only takes one hour for Tony Stark and a cover model to go to bed."

"Keep an eye on them." Nick leaned forward and looked into Steve's eyes with his only remaining eye and said: "The intuition of the king of agents tells me that their relationship will never stop at a one-night stand. Schiller is very good at complicating everything."

Natasha came back. She helped the two men lift the felled trees and cut them into small wooden blocks so that they could be used as chopping boards for cutting vegetables. This was what they agreed to before they set out, to bring as few utensils as possible that could be found in nature.

Then they returned twice and moved the stones used for campfires to the ice. The flames burned brightly, and the remaining few people began to cook.

Grilled fish is the simplest dish, but it is troublesome to have someone watching when needed. Ivan also gutted the big fish with his hands and feet, but this scene could only remind Natasha of a not very clean kitchen.

Generally speaking, the process of handling fish is not very aesthetic. On the one hand, the fish still has muscle reflexes after death or fainting, and the person who kills the fish is like doing it alive, which inevitably looks a bit cruel.

On the other hand, the smell of fish entrails is not good, even for fresh fish. Natasha, sitting below Ivan, can't stand the fishy smell of the entrails of the big fish.

"We can't just throw the entrails into the fire, because it may affect the burning of the flames, but burying them is not a good idea, it may attract bears." Ivan said while putting the messy entrails together: "In the wild, humans must be extra careful. The common ways of handling things in civilized society may bring great dangers."

"I agree with this point. Hungry people are easily overwhelmed by the joy of hunting success, but they don't know that the beasts following them are planning to enjoy double food."

"So how do you plan to deal with the entrails?" Professor Charles asked.

"I will throw them back into the water. The waters under the ice are safe. Even from a humanitarian point of view, the parts that cannot be eaten by humans should not be wasted. Giving back to nature is a good choice."

Eric seemed to be meeting Ivan for the first time. He glanced at him in surprise, as if he didn't expect him to say this. Ivan continued to scrape the belly of the fish and said, "The more difficult the conditions are, the more people know how to coexist with nature. We don't have such unique conditions as this vast and warm plain. A small mistake may cause an entire tribe to starve to death the night before spring comes."

"It has literary irony." Schiller commented.

"Everything that happens there is." Natasha said involuntarily: "Cold, boring, and absurd with dramatic irony."

"Just like you, lady." Nick laughed lowly, grinding pepper and said, "You don't know how boring her daily life is."

"Nick Fury." Natasha's tone contained a warning.

"Endless work every year, after finishing, she goes to the gym, practices shooting at the shooting range every weekend, and then gets drunk on Tuesday night, and asks me to go to her house to pull her out of the sofa."

As Nick spoke, Schiller looked up at Natasha, and a certain look flashing in his eyes was keenly caught by Nick, the king of agents, and he further probed.

"At the same time, our Mrs. Romanov's emotional life is full of absurd comedy. Her male companions are usually selected from music concerts, nightclubs or stadiums."

"Nick Fury." Natasha emphasized her tone, but she didn't have a strong desire to stop him, because she knew very well what Nick was testing, and she was also a little curious about the answer to the question and prayed that the information revealed in the test would make Schiller not consider kicking her under the water.

"It's not new." Schiller said as he poured flour into the bowl: "No one would expect a former Soviet female agent to go shopping in luxury malls every day, or to play serenades in a cave. We are now the remnants of past habits."

"I agree with you." Ivan said.

"Then we can talk about you, Director Fury." Natasha turned the agenda back and said, "Are you not in the office?"

"Of course, I go to the supermarket every Friday night to shop, and even go home to take a shower on the same night."

Nick's weird expression made everyone laugh, but Steve knew he was not exaggerating. It was obvious that the director of SHIELD was a workaholic.

"When was your last relationship?" Schiller asked curiously.

"When I was in school." Nick put the pepper powder in his hand into the jar and began to trim the parsley leaves that were still planted in the soil pot. He didn't know how they got these things.

"There were girls pursuing me, and I pursued her too. I had a passionate pleasure with one or two of them. I'm not good enough to say about you, doctor?"

"It was a long time ago. When I say this, don't stare at the ring on my hand. I have explained this issue many times."

Nick and Steve were surprised to find a little real anger on Schiller's face, which burst into their minds like a thunder.

Then, they spent probably their entire life's willpower to resist turning their heads to look at Natasha.