Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 602 Bad Boy, Bad Woman (First Update)

"The magician has something wrong with his head," Agent Natasha Romanoff said confidently.

"What happened?" Clint had a bad feeling.

As a listener, he looked around.

He'd heard plenty of Salomon's bad reputation before—the "magical barbarian" and all that. He seemed worried that the mage Natasha was talking about would overhear these rumors and then leap out from the corner, brandishing a large wooden club, to give him and Natasha a good beating. He chuckled at his own thoughts, but Clint quickly dismissed them and focused on what Natasha was saying.

This must be a very private matter, otherwise Natasha wouldn't have confided in only him.

He was the only one in the Avengers who knew Natasha's past secrets. Those dark, bloody, and cruel memories didn't disappear when Natasha joined the Avengers, and no amount of glory could make up for her past. Natasha once said that she had heard those memories, with their faltering footsteps and stench of decay, slowly approaching in the quiet, dark midnight. The creaking groans of those footsteps on the smooth wooden floor of the red house would wake her from her deep sleep, leaving her covered in cold sweat.

"He said he would give me a child!" she exclaimed involuntarily, raising her voice.

Clint raised an eyebrow, looking interested.

He knew what kind of sterilization surgery Natasha had undergone—a procedure powerful enough to shatter the psychological defenses of any normal woman, having visited internment camps along the US-Mexico border. If Salomon could solve this problem with magic, it might not be a bad thing; he was happy to see his friend achieve her dream.

Agent Romanov wiped his eyes with his fingers, reverting to his usual secret agent demeanor.

Long-term training enabled her to quickly regulate her emotions, but as Salomon had previously described her, she was a pitiful person with a broken mind, and she didn't even know which of her emotions were genuine. The reason she was able to fool the lie detector was because she had first fooled her own mind.

"He came running over excitedly," Natasha said casually, "but then he left after taking the blood sample. I thought..."

After years of getting to know each other, Clint noticed something amiss. He had to say something incoherent to calm his seemingly calm but actually manic friend: "He's only nineteen. If you're expecting that kind of thing, it might be a bit too early."

"My uterus and ovaries have long since disappeared, and I thought he would use magic to make them grow back." Agent Romanov seemed to have completely calmed down, and she said half-jokingly, "It doesn't matter if it hurts. He's a handsome young man, I've seen his physique, and I'm single, so I don't mind if something happens."

"That's a bit much, Natasha." Hawkeye spread his hands, shrugged, and laughed. He knew Natasha was talking nonsense, but at least it showed she had moved on from her emotions and was no longer wallowing in the nightmares of the past.

"Both of them," Hawkeye added.

"Clint~" Natasha chuckled twice, taking the ice-cold beer Hawkeye offered. The laughter seemed genuine, not a forced chuckle, but even Hawkeye couldn't discern its sincerity from her. "This isn't what I wanted," she said with a smile. "This agreement was made many years ago, and I can't tell you the specifics, Clint. It involves a magical secret… He didn't explicitly tell me he could repair organs, but that's the implication."

"Even a clone couldn't do this with just a blood sample, so why would he do it?"

"I don't know. When I thought about asking him, I found that he hadn't been anywhere except Oxford," Natasha shook her head and said slowly. "Including when he came to have his blood drawn, he was in class at that time."

Hawkeye felt a chill run down his spine. "Xiao Na, is this a ghost story?"

"This is a magical story. Don't act like a little boy afraid of monsters under the bed, Clint." Agent Romanov rolled his eyes. But to Hawkeye, his friend seemed even angrier. "The person who came to draw blood was just an ice sculpture he made for himself, specifically for simple tasks when he couldn't get away. He assured me it was a necessary test and then hung up."

"Okay...he's a bad boy, isn't he?" Even though he was married, Clint still couldn't understand what women were thinking. He could only go along with Natasha Romanov's ideas, and he even patted his chest and promised to go and settle the score with that bad boy. This childish behavior finally cheered Natasha Romanov up again.

"Thank you for listening to me, Clint."

"It's okay, we're friends. Are you really alright, Xiaona?"

"I'll settle the score with him myself," Natasha Romanov said with a laugh. "That teenager will know why women are not to be trifled with."

Women are not to be trifled with; this is a fact Salomon has personally experienced.

He made this judgment the moment Natasha Romanov bypassed the security guards and stormed into the library, dragging him out of his sea of ​​knowledge. She wore a trench coat and sunglasses that screamed menace, and no one knew what weapons she might be concealing beneath those clothes—he was certain there was at least a handgun, its muzzle pointed at his waist. The woman with the gun was right next to him, blocking the view of others. "Tell me, kid," she whispered, trying to avoid attracting the attention of the other readers, "why did you hang up on me?"

Salomon looked at her with disbelief.

"Are you crazy? Just because of this?" He widened his eyes, trying to lower his voice so no one else could hear their conversation. The library was very quiet; Salomon hadn't even brought any spellcasting materials, so there was no way he could cast a spell to block sound. "Didn't I already make it very clear on the phone? It's a necessary testing method!"

"I want to see your results!" Agent Romanov's voice remained the same volume, but her tone suddenly took on a bright and cheerful liveliness. A passing white-haired professor glanced over, then shook his head with utter disdain. Clearly, the spy's professionalism made her subconsciously aware of her surroundings, laying a plausible groundwork for her actions. "Assuming your promise in the bathtub was valid, many years have passed now," she maintained her smile, "I'm getting older and less suitable for pregnancy. I'm in a hurry, Salomon."

"As I said, organ restoration is an extremely difficult technique, involving a great deal of dark magic..."

"As long as you can do it, it's not impossible for me to have your child."

"Ahem!"

"Shh!" The professor reading in front of him turned around and angrily demanded that Salomon lower his voice. Salomon stood up, bowing deeply in embarrassment. He had taken the Bodleian Pledge, the Bodleian Library's code of conduct, an oath that was as important to Oxford students as the Hippocratic Oath was to doctors. If he broke his promise, it wouldn't be as simple as being expelled; no professor would want to teach him anymore, because it would be too shameful. When he sat down again, he found Natasha Romanoff smiling broadly, as if nothing had happened.

He glared at her fiercely, but that did nothing to change Natasha Romanov's nonchalant demeanor.

"So, have you thought it through? Getting a beautiful woman pregnant is an irresistible temptation for male genes, and you're no exception." She whispered in the sorcerer's ear in a slightly husky voice, "You only have one chance, you bad boy."

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