Marvel Disassembler

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When Natasha reappeared in front of Arthur, dressed in a fresh set of loungewear, she seemed much more composed. Her expression was calm, and her eyes held a serene quality as if nothing had happened earlier.

Yet, every now and then, a fleeting moment of distraction or a hint of embarrassment would flicker across her face, reminding Arthur that what had just transpired was no dream— it had really happened.

But for the formidable Black Widow to show such bashfulness? That was unheard of!

Logically, Natasha, as a Black Widow, should be indifferent to such matters. She was a trained agent, accustomed to a life filled with uncertainty, constant danger, and high stakes. Expressions of youthful shyness shouldn't be part of her repertoire.

Could it be that she was intentionally showcasing her acting skills, or was there something deeper that Arthur didn't understand?

It felt like there was a significant imbalance of information between them!

But it didn't seem like the right time to exchange insights— at least not yet.

Once Natasha appeared composed again, Arthur quickly pulled out the list. As they discussed it in detail, he witnessed the full extent of Natasha's skills as an agent.

She was naturally intelligent, and compared to Arthur, she had a wealth of schemes and experiences at her disposal.

And she was bolder too!

Her approach was to take full control of the individuals on the list.

As long as it served a greater good, there was no need to worry about the methods being dark or manipulative.

After settling on this course of action, they began analyzing the list meticulously, crafting responses for each person. They reviewed documents and devised plans while sifting through the names.

From start to finish, Natasha's planning was impeccable.

In this strategy, neither Arthur nor Natasha needed to physically intervene.

The people involved wouldn't even realize their roles in the plan.

Everything was perfectly coordinated!

Meanwhile, Hydra remained completely oblivious to what was unfolding.

This was Arthur's primary concern.

Hydra was already investigating the situation and keeping a close watch on some of the names on the list. Even if they didn't have the entire list, they still recognized a few names… With a focused investigation, they could easily uncover something.

But thanks to Natasha's meticulous planning, Hydra wouldn't discover a thing.

"However," Natasha said, taking a sip of her coffee, "the few people you've marked as priorities might actually be the ones Hydra is focusing on."

Arthur nodded, a smile creeping onto his face. "They'll hate us, won't they?"

Though each person had a different approach, at the end of the day, it boiled down to three words: coercion and persuasion!

The list they controlled included various contributions made by these individuals to Hydra at different times. These "contributions" would serve as leverage for coercion and persuasion… They'd present themselves as saviors, clearly explaining the situation, and ultimately making it clear that if they didn't cooperate, they'd lose everything.

Natasha's plan for dealing with the more significant targets involved both subtle manipulation and force.

Of course, this didn't apply to everyone on the list— many of them would require a similar approach, but Arthur and Natasha wouldn't need to intervene personally.

For certain individuals, a simple word or signal would suffice.

Planting a seed of doubt in their minds at the right moment could make all the difference.

By the time everything was finalized, the sky was beginning to lighten, and Arthur checked the time— it was already 4:30 AM.

"Guess we've pulled an all-nighter," He said while flopping back against the sofa and stretching his muscles to relieve the tension.

"I can't sleep after staying up this late," Natasha replied. "Why don't you draw a teleportation circle here? It's definitely better than a women's restroom."

Arthur readily agreed, but he couldn't shake the feeling that drawing this teleportation circle felt a little… shady. Where had that thought even come from?

"You know," Natasha mused, "using a teleportation circle for sneaky things could be pretty thrilling, don't you think?"

She looked at Arthur with a certain expression and suddenly spoke.

Arthur's face darkened. Yes, this was what made him feel a bit guilty and uncomfortable.

After hurriedly finishing the teleportation circle, Arthur was about to leave when Natasha said, "Are you afraid of me?"

"No, not at all," Arthur immediately denied.

"Then why is it that every time we discuss something serious, you practically want to sprout wings and fly away?"

Natasha curled up on the sofa, looking at Arthur with a hint of grievance.

Arthur twitched his mouth. "That's not it."

"Then stay and talk to me?" Natasha blinked.

Sister, your persona is collapsing!

The fierce woman who pointed a gun at my head during our first meeting— where did she go?

Where is the serious, commanding attitude you had when you were determined to make me submit?

Rubbing your butt and limping… well, that's not relevant.

In short, your changes are a bit too dramatic!

Is it really appropriate for you to transform from a domineering woman into a little girl?

Arthur had a thousand complaints swirling in his mind but didn't know where to start.

Looking at Natasha, who was gazing at him with eager eyes, he felt a mix of helplessness and curiosity, finally deciding to sit down and chat with her.

The two of them engaged in a lighthearted conversation, bouncing from topic to topic. Sometimes they discussed the cosmos, the universe, and various races… Other times, they marveled at the mysteries of the sea.

As their conversation flowed, Arthur even brought up arranged marriages, which reminded him of a certain cruel woman from his past.

However, he didn't dare mention her name and instead spoke about hell itself.

But when the topic of hell arose, Natasha's mood shifted.

A hint of sadness, fear, and regret flickered in her eyes.

She clasped her hands together, resting them on the back of the sofa, then withdrew her gaze and looked at Arthur.

"If hell exists, I think I'll go there after I die."

Arthur glanced at her, then nodded, wanting to reassure her.

Suddenly, Natasha turned over and lay her head on Arthur's lap. He tried to pull away, but she, in a low, almost pleading voice, said, "Just for a while… please?"

Arthur hesitated, his hand gently resting on her shoulder, unsure of what to say.

The silence stretched on in those moments, and it wasn't until then that Arthur realized… she had fallen asleep.

''(End of Chapter)''