**Chapter 17: Natasha's Story (Ask for Collection, Data Support!)**
With Natasha pinned beneath me, I could feel the tension in her body, every muscle coiled and ready to spring. Her breath came in sharp bursts, the heat of it mingling with the cool night air that filtered through the open window. Her eyes, a fierce and unyielding blue, locked onto mine, a mix of fury and something else—something more vulnerable.
"Speaking of the Captain's serum," I began, my voice low and almost teasing, "it not only strengthens the body but also affects the heart. After use, the good and evil in the heart are amplified. But..." I paused, pushing slightly harder against her, enjoying the brief flash of anger that crossed her face.
"But as far as I know, a little girl born in Stalingrad in 1928 named Natalia Arianovna Romanova was injected with another serum."
Her eyes widened, shock overtaking her features. This was classified information, hidden deep within the files of S.H.I.E.L.D., and yet here I was, recounting her life story as if it were a bedtime tale.
"The serum given to this little girl would delay aging but also destroy her thinking, causing her memory to become intermittent. However, some memories remain as tenacious as maggots on tarsal bones—like the special training in the Red Room, the various difficult missions, and the innocent people who perished at her hands..."
"Stop!" Natasha's voice was sharp, a command that cut through the air. I could see the pain in her eyes, the story clearly cutting deep into old wounds.
I shrugged, my face a mask of indifference. "People were terrified of this girl. They named her after a deadly insect. Let's see, what was it? Ah yes, she should have a different name now—"The Black Widow" aka:Natasha Romanoff."
I leaned in close, my lips almost brushing her ear as I whispered her name, savoring the way her body tensed beneath me, the shiver that ran through her spine.
Natasha stared at me, her eyes wide with a mix of disbelief, pain, and fear. "How do you know? What else do you know?" she demanded, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to sound strong.
"I know a lot," I replied, smirking as I released her and sat back, giving her space to rise. "Okay, this story is just a gift for your late-night visit. If you have any questions, let your one-eyed boss come and say hello in person."
Natasha stood, her face a mask of shock and contemplation. She adjusted her clothes, her eyes never leaving mine. This Jason Walker was too mysterious, she thought. Not only was his strength formidable, but he also knew the Captain and her past in meticulous detail. How could he be so familiar with S.H.I.E.L.D.?
She took a step back, then another, her gaze still locked on me. It seemed impossible to extract any more secrets from me tonight. With one last, deep look, she turned and walked toward the door.
"I'll be back," she said over her shoulder, a promise and a threat wrapped in a single, chilling statement.
"Whenever you want," I replied, spreading my arms in a mock invitation as I yawned. I watched her leave, her silhouette framed by the moonlight streaming in through the window. The night had been more exciting than I expected, and as I lay back down, I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets the future might hold.
The room seemed quieter without her, the lingering scent of her perfume a subtle reminder of our encounter. I let out a slow breath, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with possibilities. S.H.I.E.L.D. had made their move, but I was ready for whatever came next.