bookbashuk Chapter 1591 Fishing Day (1)
Chapter 1591 Fishing Day (1)
Natasha took the initiative to join the team exploring the forest, so as usual, Natasha, Nick, and Steve went to the nearby woods to find wood and stones, while the others stayed to process the ingredients.
Nick, who was walking in the front, glanced back at Natasha, who was obviously worried. He cleared his throat with his hand in front of his mouth and said, "Natasha, I definitely don't mean to criticize you, nor do I want to spoil the atmosphere, but you should remember that you said you would do me a favor, right?" "
Natasha came back to her senses, then she sighed deeply and said, "I'm sure I've helped you, but unfortunately, you can't actually accept my kind of help."
"You made me dizzy, ma'am." Steve, who was walking in front, also turned his head to look at Natasha and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it. What happened in the past few hours, you look a little weird."
Natasha swallowed again, now she knew the purpose of Schiller's mischief. When Schiller had a secret, people would bother him, and once he told the secret to another person, someone who was more likely to reveal the secret than him, then it was this person who would be bothered.
Obviously, at this stage, in this case, so far, this person is Natasha.
"That's right." Natasha snorted and said, "It's just that I'm concentrating on thinking, because I didn't think often before, so you will think my current state is a bit strange."
"It's kind of weird?" Nick raised his voice and said, "I don't even know how to describe it! Who has seen the famous black widow so many times in an hour, and promised to keep vigilant and never relax?"
"That's just..." Natasha sighed deeply again, Nick and Steve glanced at each other, feeling that something was wrong, but they knew they couldn't press.
If Schiller's strict mouth is because the secrets they want to find out are about himself, and everyone is habitually vigilant when others probe into themselves, then Natasha's strict mouth is completely a professional habit. As long as she doesn't want to say it, there is no way to pry the truth out of her mouth. Nick knows this very well.
"You're worried about these things, aren't you?" Nick speculated that he was worthy of the title of King of Agents, and only tentatively said, "It's about Schiller."
"Is there anyone who is not worried about him?" Natasha was as smooth as ever, as if answering something, but the question would always return to the original point.
But Natasha was really worried about Schiller, especially about the fish he was about to catch.
This worry is not her own sense of crisis, because Natasha does not think she will be the fish. As Schiller said, fishing is a kind of violence covered by civilization. Before the fish takes the bait, everything is hidden under the water.
But now that Schiller and Natasha are face to face, this situation may hardly be called fishing. None of them is under the water surface, so it is obviously not the relationship between the fisherman and the fisherman.
Natasha keeps guessing who exactly Schiller is catching, but she can't talk about it with Nick or Steve because she's not sure if Schiller will kick her under the water if she does, and Natasha doesn't overestimate Schiller's moral bottom line.
Natasha was worried, and Nick and Steve, who had never seen a female agent in this state, both had their own understanding of it. Taking advantage of the two of them sawing trees together, Nick glanced at Natasha who was looking for a suitable stone in the grass, and said, "Schiller must have said something to her."
"Of course I know this, but didn't you listen to what Professor Charles said just now? God, fried fish bread is not fried fish with bread. It's a very complicated dish. It needs to combine fish and dough, as well as ferment and fry. It's troublesome to think about it, but Schiller said it was to please Natasha. When did they get so close?"
"Is there a second reason for a pair of men and women to suddenly become intimate?" Nick pouted, his only remaining eye rolled for a moment, Steve opened his mouth wide and looked at him and said, "Isn't it? Why didn't it at first, and now... I mean, I know Natasha. If she doesn't hint that she wants to sleep with a man when she meets him for the first time, it means that this man is not within her aesthetic range, and she is not the object of her stamp collection."
"Didn't Agent Carter let you weaken your expectations for women's fickleness?" Nick said sarcastically.
Steve coughed twice in embarrassment. He knew that Nick was a little dissatisfied with him taking away Agent Carter. After all, Nick had not many agents who worked hard, and Sharon Carter was the only agent who satisfied the two characteristics of deceit and hard work at the same time.
"What I want to say is that something will not happen suddenly between the two of them. There must be something we don't know about it." Steve also glanced at Natasha.
"Sudden adulterous passion usually doesn't need any reason." Nick snorted coldly, and continued: "Maybe it's just that you suddenly feel blushing and heartbeat when you look at each other, and then you start to agitate. There must be some physical contact that develops into deeper exploration. These processes don't even take a few hours."
"That's why I often feel hopeless about the libertines in this world." Steve said half-seriously, half-jokingly: "I've heard more than once that Tony Stark and a cover model only took an hour from meeting to having sex."
"Keep an eye on them." Nick tilted his head forward, looking into Steve's with his one remaining eye, and said, "My hunch from the king of secret agents is that the two of them are never going to be a one-night stand, and Schiller is very good at complicating anything."
Natasha came back, and she helped two men lift up the sawn trees and divide them into small pieces of wood, which can be used as chopping boards for cutting vegetables. This is what they agreed before they set off to bring as few utensils as possible that can be found in nature.
Then they went back twice and moved the stones used for the camp fire to the ice. The flames were burning wildly, and the rest of them started cooking.
Grilled fish is the simplest dish, but it’s troublesome to have someone watching it when necessary. Ivan also deftly opened up the big fish, but this kind of scene can only remind Natasha of a not very clean back kitchen.
Generally speaking, the process of dealing with fish creatures is not very aesthetic. On the one hand, because the fish still has muscle reflexes after death or fainting, the person who kills the fish seems to be doing something to it while it is alive, and it seems a bit cruel.
On the other hand, the smell of the internal organs of the fish is not good, even for fresh fish. Natasha sat under Ivan, and even couldn't stand the smell of the internal organs of the big fish.
"We can't just throw the internal organs into the fire like this, because it may affect the burning of the flames, but it's not a good idea to bury them. It may attract bears." Ivan said while putting the messy internal organs together: "In the wild, humans must be extra careful. The usual ways of handling things in civilized societies may bring great danger."
"I agree with this point that it is easy for a hungry man to get carried away by the joy of a successful hunt, without knowing that the beast that follows is planning to enjoy a double share of food."
"Then what are you going to do with the internal organs?" asked Professor Charles.
"I will throw them back into the water. The waters under the ice are safe. Even from a humanitarian point of view, the parts that humans cannot eat should not be wasted. Giving back to nature is a good choice."
Eric seemed to be meeting Ivan for the first time. He glanced at him in surprise, as if he didn’t expect him to say this, but Ivan still scratched the belly of the fish and said, "The more difficult the conditions are, the more people know how to live with nature. We don’t have such unique conditions as this vast and warm plain. A small mistake may cause a whole tribe to starve to death the night before spring."
"Literary irony," Schiller commented.
"Everything that happens there is." Natasha said involuntarily: "It's cold, boring, and absurd with a sense of drama and irony."
"Just like you, ma'am." Nick smiled lowly, and said while grinding pepper: "You don't know how boring her ordinary life is."
"Nick Fury." Natasha's tone implied a warning.
"Working endlessly every year, going to the gym after the end, going to the shooting range every weekend to practice marksmanship, and then getting drunk on Tuesday nights and asking me to go to her house to fish her out of the couch."
Accompanied by Nick's words, Schiller raised his eyes and glanced at Natasha. The flash of a certain expression in his eyes was caught by Nick, the king of secret agents, and he said further tentatively.
"At the same time, the emotional life of our Mrs. Romanov is absurdly comic, and her male companions are usually chosen from concerts, nightclubs or stadiums."
"Nick Fury." Natasha emphasized her tone, but her desire to stop her was not strong, because she knew very well what Nick was probing, and she also had some answers to curious questions and prayed that the information revealed during the probing would make Schiller not consider kicking her under the water.
"It's not new," Schiller said, pouring flour into a bowl. "No one would expect a female agent of the former Soviet Union to go shopping in a luxury mall every day, or to serenade herself in a cave in some cave. Now we are a remnant of old habits."
"I agree with you too." Ivan said.
"Then we can also talk about you, Chief Ferry." Natasha pulled the agenda back and said, not to be outdone, "Is there any time you are not in the office?"
"Of course I do. I go to the supermarket every Friday night to do my shopping, and I even go home to take a shower that same night."
Nick's wacky expression got everyone laughing, but Steve knew he wasn't exaggerating, and the fact that the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. was a workaholic was obvious.
"When was your last relationship?" Schiller asked curiously.
"At school." Nick put the pepper powder in his hand into the jar, and began to trim the parsley leaves still planted in the clay pot. He didn't know how they got them here.
"There are girls chasing me, and I'm chasing her too. I've had a passionate pleasure with one or two of them. Let alone me, it's really boring. How about you, doctor?"
"It's been a long time ago. When I say this, don't stare at the ring on my hand. I have explained this problem many times."
Both Nick and Steve were surprised to see a bit of genuine irritation on Schiller's face, which exploded in their minds like a thunderbolt.
Then, it took almost a lifetime of willpower to resist not turning their heads to look at Natasha.