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"I choose..."

Before he could finish his words, a pink flame quickly spread across the table, and two fire chains bound Steve's hands on the table.

The change was so instantaneous that Steve was shocked to find that his battle suit was turning pink.

Looking at the hellfire covering Steve's arms, Natasha said with a smile:

"You are really too careless, Captain~

Don't forget, I was trained in the Red Room and later became an ace agent of the KGB.

During my tenure, I successfully infiltrated the British Secret Intelligence Service and stole top-secret information many times. I also fought against the US Central Intelligence Agency and infiltrated the US military's confused base, and escaped unscathed.

After the collapse of the Soviet Union, I was invited to return to the Federal Security Service and enter the Red House to perform undercover work.

Shortly after successfully destroying the Red House, he left the Federal Security Agency and met Hawkeye Barton by chance. At his invitation, he was recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D.

It’s like a Russian nesting doll, right? I’m always putting on more and more layers, but my main job is always to be an agent.”

Steve's face looked extremely ugly, and his hands in pink lace gloves clenched into fists, but no matter how hard he tried.

No one can escape the bondage of this line of fire.

Natasha smiled and said:

"Don't waste your energy, Captain. I have good news for you. The leader of our asylum has returned.

He mentioned you by name.”

Steve fell silent immediately.

He raised his head, looked at Natasha's beautiful face, sighed deeply, and said resignedly:

"So, what do you want me to do?"

Raising her hand, Natasha watched the flames dissipate in her palm, raised her lips and said:

"He needs you to take a hammer and hit Nick Fury on the bald head."

"What!" Steve was shocked. "No! No way. I would never kill anyone, let alone Nick."

"I didn't ask you to kill him~" Natasha smiled:

"It's about taking a hammer and hitting Nick's bald head, not about using a hammer to hit Nick's bald head.

Although I don’t know why, this is indeed the task assigned by the leader.”

"Okay! I agree!" Recalling the previous encounter with the fake Hydra director, Steve was sure:

“That’s really his style.”

The flames subsided and Steve's suit returned to normal.

Natasha shook her head in disappointment. She was actually looking forward to seeing Steve wearing women's clothes.

It's a pity that there are no cameras here, otherwise she would definitely not hold back and would directly change Steve's suit.

If Steve offends her in the future, she will not hesitate to send the video of Steve wearing women's clothing to the X-Force group.

Natasha's look gave Steve a chill.

He was sure that Natasha was thinking of something rude.

At this moment, Natasha said:

"Since you are ready, let's set off immediately~"

She took out the hammer that had been prepared long ago from under the conference table. A magical flame flashed across it, making it look particularly lovely. Natasha said:

“This kind of thing should be dealt with sooner rather than later. Who knows when the chief will suddenly lose interest in Nick?

After all, right now, the entire SHIELD is acting with Nick alone."

Taking the hammer, Steve kept mourning for Nick in his heart.

He recalled what Nick had said to him in his mind. He was afraid that Nick would never have thought that it was not Alexander who was targeting him, but the entire S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Well, before we go, I have one more question for you."

After making the choice, Steve felt much more relaxed.

"Ask~" Natasha yawned lazily.

Steve stared at Natasha's face, was silent for a moment, and then asked:

"So…what's your hero code name in the asylum?"

This question finally froze Natasha's nonchalant expression. She did not answer but changed the subject.

"It doesn't matter, Captain~ Just call me Natasha."

Steve raised his eyebrows and corrected:

“Natasha, everyone who signs the contract will have a hero code name.

So… what is yours? It’s really important.”

"Okay~" Natasha spread her hands and said, pretending to be indifferent:

"I'm Bromohidrosis of the Foot, nice to meet you, Alzheimer's."

"Foot, foot bromohidrosis?" Steve's expression froze, and he couldn't help but glance down.

"Hey! Steve~! This is not gentlemanly behavior, and just like you don't have Alzheimer's disease and Stark doesn't have ADHD, I don't have bromohidrosis of the feet either."

Bromohidrosis of the feet is commonly known as foot odor.

Steve, who was now much more relaxed, joked:

"That's hard to say. After all, our leader seems to have a split personality."

Without paying too much attention to Steve's expression, Natasha, as an ace agent, said directly:

"Now that you have made your decision, let's get going."

As she spoke, Natasha pushed open the door of the combat laboratory.

At the door was Coulson, who had been waiting for a long time.

The three people's eyes slightly crossed, and Coulson couldn't help but look at Steve and Natasha's feet.

"How is it? Have you made a decision? I can go to the hospital with you anytime."