Being an otaku in the world of American comics

#215 - This isn't poison.

After hosting a sumptuous and delicious late lunch for the four at home, arranging a time and place for a weekend get-together, and finally seeing his classmates off, Liang Yue didn't find himself any more relaxed.

The security guards downstairs, whom he had just praised for their dedication to duty, now seemed to have made a fundamental error.

"Well, Ms. Natasha Romanoff, judging by your appearance, you seem to be just getting off work. But I thought as the assistant to the new CEO of Stark Industries, you were supposed to be on call 24/7."

Liang Yue leaned against the door, feeling rather helpless, looking at the sudden arrival of the Black Widow, unsure of what to say.

He had only just left S.H.I.E.L.D.'s radar a few days ago, and now she was already knocking on his door. It seemed they really didn't want him to have any peace.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?"

After hearing his words, the Black Widow simply gave him a charming smile, and then looked at him and said.

Liang Yue, hearing this, didn't feel much animosity towards this S.H.I.E.L.D. super agent. In his heart, he was just subconsciously wary of these intelligence operatives.

But it hadn't reached the point where he wouldn't even let her in the door, so he took two steps back and stepped aside.

"Thank you."

"What are you doing with a suitcase?"

"If I said I wanted to move in, would you be willing?"

"Hmm? That might not be very convenient."

"Don't worry, I just came to say hello to my new neighbor, and also to ask you something."

"Neighbor? You don't mean to say you've moved here too?"

"Actually, I've owned a permanent apartment here for years."

"You mean, you have a secret safe house in this building?"

"I'm not hungry, thank you. But if you could give me a glass of wine, I would be very grateful, the kind you gave to Tony Stark the other day."

As she spoke, the Black Widow winked at Liang Yue, then took a big, red apple from the fruit basket on the coffee table and took a light bite.

The fresh and unique taste immediately stunned the super agent, who was used to seeing the world.

After a long, comfortable sigh, she leaned softly back on the sofa, happily eating the apple in small bites.

At this time, Liang Yue had already taken two glasses from the kitchen and opened a new bottle of ancient fruit wine, pouring a small half-glass for each of them.

"Thank you. You have a lot of good things in your house, and it feels very comfortable to me."

As she spoke, the Black Widow raised her wine glass and clinked it against Liang Yue's, tilting her head back to drink a small mouthful of the crystal-clear, deep blue liquid.

"Speaking of which... Ms. Natasha, you didn't come here for what I said to you in the elevator last time, did you? I was just saying it casually..."

Liang Yue sat on the single sofa next to her, with a smile on his face, but in his heart, he couldn't help but want to slap his own mouth.

If he hadn't shown off last time by saying that S.H.I.E.L.D. had been infiltrated, and then pretended not to know her, none of this would have happened...

"Of course... I, hiss... yes, I came for... hiss, ah oh! Ugh..."

As she was speaking, the Black Widow's expression suddenly changed, and a charming and moving face suddenly showed some pain.

At first, she just frowned slightly, but soon, this battle-hardened super agent seemed unable to bear the pain any longer, moaning incessantly.

Finally, she hugged her lower abdomen and curled up on the sofa.

"Ms. Natasha? What's wrong? No... this wine isn't poisonous, and I drank it too."

Seeing this, Liang Yue quickly put the wine glass on the coffee table, and then squatted in front of her trembling body, explaining somewhat helplessly.

"Ah~! Hiss~ Ah!!"

However, all that answered him was an even more heart-wrenching moan of pain.

At this time, the Black Widow's face had begun to turn red, with veins popping on her face, looking like she had been poisoned.

But then, she did something that surprised Liang Yue, which was to tremblingly pick up the wine glass on the coffee table and continue to drink the wine.

A somewhat distorted face still faintly carried a hint of desire.

"Bang~!" "Smash~!" "Clang!" "Boom~!"...

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a chaotic sound of crashing and banging.

The glass windows in Liang Yue's living room, kitchen, and bedroom, and even the metal security door, were violently smashed open from the outside.

A group of combat personnel dressed in black tactical uniforms, almost armed to the teeth, suddenly descended from the sky.

Hanging from ropes, holding shields and automatic rifles, they rushed in from all directions.

Within a few breaths, they surrounded Liang Yue and Natasha, who was in pain, and shouted incessantly.

"Stop! Don't move!"

"Don't move! Raise your hands! Get on the ground! Now!"

"Hurry! Kneel down!"

"Kneel down for me! You son of a bitch!"

"Hurry! Now!"

...

Unfortunately, looking at the bluffing faces of these people around him, Liang Yue remained unmoved.

Moreover, as the expression on his face gradually began to become ugly, and he rose from a half-squatting position, the people around him slowly began to become cautious.

"Natasha! Are you okay?"

After a period of tension and chaos, a man with a buzz cut and a bow and arrow in his hand suddenly pushed through the crowd and walked in, with concern and a hint of tension on his face.

"Barton, let them all out! This is a misunderstanding!"

The Black Widow continued to huddle on the sofa, barely speaking to the other party in a trembling voice.

After speaking, she didn't forget to pour a small sip of wine into her mouth.

"Misunderstanding!? But Natasha, the way you look now..."

"Listen to me!"

"Okay."

...

After a while, a group of special forces members walked out of the collapsed doorway of the apartment in embarrassment.

The agent who had been identified as Hawkeye Barton had also slung his bow and arrow over his back, and was now squatting beside the Black Widow, watching her with a confused and concerned expression.

And Liang Yue, at this moment, was holding his waist, with a stinky face, looking at the dirt, black footprints, glass shards, and the fallen iron door on the carpet in his living room.

The whole person seemed a little dazed...

"Natasha, are you feeling better now? What happened just now?"

Hawkeye Barton looked at the Black Widow, who was still curled up on the sofa, but whose face was obviously much better, and asked softly.

"Don't worry, Barton, this is just a misunderstanding. Also, the wine that Liang Yue just gave me was too good, I couldn't react in time."

As she spoke, the Black Widow poured the little remaining wine in her glass into her mouth, then climbed to the coffee table, took Liang Yue's glass, and drank it all in one gulp...

"Too good? Then what was wrong with you just now?"

Barton asked strangely upon hearing this.

Only this time, the Black Widow did not answer the other party's words, but looked up at Liang Yue, forced a smile, and said.

"I'm sorry, Liang Yue, we've caused you trouble this time. Someone will come over later to clean up for you, and also to discuss the issue of compensation. Although I really want to stay and keep you company.

But I really need to go to the hospital for a check-up now."

As she spoke, the Black Widow stood up from the sofa with some difficulty, straightened her back, her eyes red, vaguely with a hint of tears, and gave Liang Yue a warm hug.

Then, she picked up most of the bottle of ancient fruit wine on the coffee table, gestured to him, and staggered out, supported by Hawkeye Barton.

After a long while, Liang Yue pursed his lips, looked at his apartment that he had just moved into not long ago, and sighed heavily.

"Oh~! Twenty thousand dollars, just like that, gone to the dogs~"

Afterwards, this guy immediately packed up his luggage, put on a coat, and walked out the door with some helplessness.