"The magician has a problem with his brain." Agent Natasha Romanov said confidently.

"What happened?" Clint had an ominous premonition.

As an audience he looked around.

He had long heard some bad reputations of Salomon, such as the magic barbarian. He seemed to be worried that the magician Natasha would hear these bad words, and then wielded his big wooden stick and jumped out of the corner to give him and Natasha a hard time. He was amused by his own thoughts, but Clint quickly threw away his random thoughts and focused on what Natasha said.

This matter must be very private, otherwise Natasha wouldn't have talked to him alone.

In the Avengers, he was the only one who knew the secrets of Natasha's past. Those dark, bloody and cruel past events did not disappear with Natasha's joining the Avengers, and countless glory could not make up for her past. Natasha once said that she heard those past events slowly approaching with the sound of staggering footsteps and the stench of corruption more than once in the quiet and dark midnight. The "squeaking" moans stomped on the smooth wooden floor of the red house woke her from her sleep and was covered in cold sweat.

"He said he wanted to give me a child!" She couldn't help but raise the volume.

Clint raised his eyebrows, looking interested.

He knew what the sterilization surgery Natasha had experienced was like, and that kind of surgery was enough to defeat the psychological defense of normal women because he had visited the US-Mexico border concentration camp in the United States. If Salomon could use magic to solve this problem, it might not be a good thing. He was very happy to see his friends realize their dreams.

Agent Romanov wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingers and turned back to the appearance of the agent with many secrets.

Long-term training allowed her to quickly regulate her emotions, but just like Salomon's evaluation of her in the past, she was a poor person with a broken mind, and she didn't know what was her true emotions. The reason why she was able to deceive the lie detector was because she deceived her mind first.

"He ran over excitedly," Natasha said in a plain tone, "So he left after taking a blood sample, I thought..."

Years of getting along with each other made Clint find some suspicion. He had to say nonsense and comfort his friend who seemed calm but was actually manic. "He was only nineteen years old. If you were expecting that kind of thing, maybe it would be a bit too early."

"My uterus and ovaries have disappeared long ago. I thought he would use magic to make them grow back." Agent Romanov's mood seemed to stabilize completely. She said half-jokingly, "It doesn't matter if it hurts. He is a handsome guy. I have seen his figure and I am single. I don't mind what happens."

"This is a bit hard, Xiao Na." Hawkeye spread his hands and shrugged, and he laughed. He knew that Natasha was talking nonsense, but at least it showed that she had already walked out of her emotions and was not indulging in the nightmares of the past.

“It’s both.” Hawkeye added.

"Clint~" Natasha laughed twice and took the ice beer handed over by Hawkeye. The laughter seemed to be from the heart, not a forced dry laugh, but even Hawkeye could not judge the truth and falsehood so deeply into her mind. "This is not what I want." She said with a smile, "This agreement was made many years ago. I can't tell you the specific details, Clint, that involves a magic secret... Although he did not clearly tell me that he could repair organs, this is his subtext."

"Even if it's a clone, it can't be done with a bottle of blood. Why did he do this?"

"I don't know, when I remembered to ask him, I found that he was not present anywhere except Oxford." Natasha shook her head and said slowly, "including when he came to collect blood, he was in class."

Hawkeye suddenly felt his scalp numb. "Xiao Na, is this a ghost story?"

"This is a magic story. Don't be like a little boy who is afraid of monsters under the bed, Clint." Agent Romanov rolled his eyes. But in Hawkeye's eyes, his friend seemed even more angry. "The one who came to collect blood was just the ice and snow statue he made for himself, which was specially used to perform simple tasks when he couldn't take off his body. He assured me that this was a necessary detection method, and then hung up the phone."

"Okay... this is a bad boy, right?" Even though he was already married, Clint still couldn't figure out what the woman was thinking. He could only follow Natasha Romanov's thoughts, and he patted his chest to promise that he would go to settle the score with the bad boy. This childish move finally made Natasha Romanov happy again.

"Thank you very much for listening to me, Clint."

"It's okay, we are friends. Are yours really okay, Xiaona?"

"I will settle the score with him myself," Natasha Romanov said with a smile. "That adolescent teenager will know why women are not easy to mess with."

Women are very difficult to mess with, this is a fact that Salomon personally experienced.

When Natasha Romanov bypassed the security guard and broke into the library and pulled him out of the ocean of knowledge, he made this judgment. She was wearing a windbreaker and sunglasses that looked extremely difficult to mess with. No one knew what weapons were hidden under her clothes-he was sure that at least he had a pistol because the muzzle was staring at his waist. The woman holding the gun was pressing against him, blocking the other people's sight. "Tell me, boy." She lowered her voice, not attracting the attention of other people who were reading, "Why did you hang up my phone?"

Salomon looked at her with disbelief.

"Are you crazy? Because of this?" He widened his eyes and tried to lower his voice so that others could not hear the conversation between them. The library was very quiet, and Salomon did not even bring the spell casting materials into the library. It was impossible for spells to block the sound from spreading. "Didn't I already explain it very clearly on the phone? That was a necessary detection method!"

"I want to see your results!" Although the voice of Agent Romanov did not change, her tone suddenly turned bright and light and lively. A white-haired old professor passed by glanced at the place, and shook his head with great contempt. Obviously, the professionalism of the spy made her subconsciously pay attention to the surrounding situation and lay a reasonable foundation for her behavior. "Suppose the promise you made in the bathtub is effective, many years have passed." She kept smiling, "I am getting older and less suitable for pregnancy. I'm in a hurry, Salomon."

"I said that restoring the internal organs is an extremely difficult technique, involving a lot of black magic..."

"As long as you can do it, I can't conceive your child."

"Ahem!"

"Shh!" The professor who was reading a book in front turned his head and asked Salomon to lower the volume angrily. Salomon stood up and bowed awkwardly to apologize. He sent the Bodley oath, which is the code of readership in the Bodley Library. This oath is comparable to the Hippocratic oath to the doctor. If he violated his former promise, it would be not as simple as dropping out of school. Every professor would not be willing to teach him again, because it was too embarrassing. When he sat down again, he found that Natasha Romanov was smiling and seemed to have nothing to do.

He glared at him fiercely, but he still couldn't change Natasha Romanov's relaxed style.
Chapter completed!