I have a good impression of Marvel

"Um"

Waves of pain came from her head, making Natasha feel as if there was a big hand stirring inside her head.

However, the pain could not cover up the alertness brought to her by the unfamiliar environment.

The soft bed, the white ceiling, and the scent coming from somewhere.

She sat up from the bed suddenly, looked at the empty bedroom, and frowned.

"I remember, wasn't I thrown out by a motorcycle on the bridge? How come I am here, here and where?"

All kinds of doubts arise spontaneously.

"Hissing" may be because the movement was too big, causing the injuries on her body to immediately send a signal of pain to her.

At this time, she quickly checked her body up and down, only to find that all the wounds caused by falling to the ground had been treated.

head, legs, arms

Moreover, from the perspective of the method of dressing the wound, it is no different from that of professional medical personnel.

As a very good agent, Natasha quickly grasped the situation she was in based on various details and information.

However, the countless questions made it even more difficult for her to understand.

"Who and why was I saved?"

At this moment, there was a clear sound of footsteps coming from outside the bedroom door.

"someone"

Natasha quickly lay back on the bed, pretending as if nothing had happened, and continued to pretend to sleep.

Just as she closed her eyes tightly and slowed down her heartbeat, the bedroom door opened.

I saw Leon walking in with a bowl of mushroom porridge.

He first glanced at the black widow who was still lying on the bed, and then brought the porridge to the desk in the bedroom.

"Get up and eat some porridge when you wake up."

Natasha, who was still thinking of taking advantage of the opponent to get closer, suddenly violently subdue the opponent, was shocked when she heard these words.

At this time, she understood very well that the other party knew that she was awake for some reason.

In this case

Without much choice, she could only open her eyes, slowly sit up from the bed, and secretly touch the pistol at her waist.

However, to her surprise, she found nothing

Before she could react, she heard Leon's joking voice:

"Are you looking for this?"

I saw Leon standing not far away, taking out a pistol from his waist and looking at her with a smile.

Natasha recognized it immediately. It was the pistol that should have been kept in her waist.

Not only that, she also recognized at a glance that the man standing in front of her was the man she had collided with at the opera house two weeks ago.

All of this caused Natasha's heart to stir again.

Her green eyes stared at Leon closely, and asked word by word: "Who are you?"

Leon didn't care about the alienation in the other person's tone, but covered his left chest with his hand, making a sad look: "Oh, you make me so sad."

"Is this how you treat your savior without even saying thank you?"

However, Leon's performance did not make Natasha, who was also well versed in this, show any change in her expression.

He still has that cool and indifferent look.

Leon shrugged, spread his hands, and said, "You should cooperate with me in my performance, but I turned a blind eye."

Then, the gentle smile gradually disappeared from his face, and his tone became serious: "Who am I?"

"I will be your savior"

After speaking, Leon pulled out the chair next to the desk and sat down.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Adrian, and I am a secret agent. As for which organization I belong to, you don't need to know now."

"As for why you are here and where you are, I think this can answer your question."

Leon opened his arms and introduced: "As you can see, this is the bedroom