"Who?"
"Sir, your food has arrived."
"Come in, the door's unlocked."
"Okay."
The door to the rooftop was pushed open, revealing a seductive, sexy young woman.
She was dressed in a server's uniform, with her signature chestnut-red long hair, a curvaceous figure, and a face that carried a subtly alluring smile.
With a charming smile, she approached Lynch, carrying a bag of food.
Lynch didn't hide his curiosity, his eyes lit up as he took in her appearance.
Seeing her in person was much more impressive than seeing her in movies.
Up close, her skin was smooth and dewy, her large eyes were expressive, her nose was high and well-defined, and to Lynch, her face seemed to glow.
She bit her lip demurely, showing just the right amount of shyness as she placed the items on a small table beside Lynch.
"Sir, enjoy your meal."
Lynch briefly glanced at the food and was slightly surprised as he opened the containers.
They were simple home-style dishes, but hard to find on American streets.
He hadn't had authentic Chinese food for a week and had even complained about it a few times.
"You put in some effort. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me."
Her expression didn't change, but Lynch could hear her heartbeat quicken.
The pretense had been seen through.
Lynch laid out the dishes and began naming them.
"White-cut chicken, braised pork with preserved vegetables, steamed sea bass, and…"
"Black chicken soup, right?"
She continued in somewhat imperfect Chinese.
"You speak Chinese?" Lynch was genuinely surprised.
"A little."
He seemed surprised? And a bit pleased too.
"You speak quite a bit," Lynch nodded.
"Natasha, honestly, you should've chosen a different role. You're too beautiful to be just a server."
"Thank you for the compliment," Natasha adjusted her hair. "You seem to know a lot."
"I have good hearing, so let's talk frankly. What's your plan?"
Lynch casually picked up some chopsticks and tasted the braised pork, which looked quite good.
Mmm, tender, flavorful, fatty but not greasy, delicious!
Natasha sat down, looking slightly resigned, and said, "What if I told you there is no plan? Like you said, we can't really restrict you, so I'm here to talk and see how we can make your time in New York more enjoyable."
Lynch swallowed the large bite of pork, chewed it thoroughly, then smirked and glanced sideways at Natasha. "So your plan is the honey trap?"
He turned and took a sip of the soup, then continued, "Since you've realized I know a lot, why would you think I'd be interested in you?"
Lynch gazed at Natasha.
"Natasha, I know your past, and I've even seen your future. You have no secrets from me."
This was true; Lynch could guarantee it.
Once a fan of the Black Widow's looks and charisma, Lynch had delved deeply into her history, from movies to comics.
He knew the dark past and tragic future of the Black Widow.
In the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Black Widow was born in 1984, making her only 23 or 24 years old now, just a year or two older than Lynch.
She was born in the infamous Russian spy program "Red Room," where she underwent brutal and harsh training and selection, even being forced to execute an innocent person.
Afterward, she served the Russian Federal Security Service until she was targeted by S.H.I.E.L.D., who sent Barton to assassinate her.
Barton didn't kill her; instead, he recruited her to S.H.I.E.L.D.
What followed was the well-known story of her sacrificing her life for the Soul Stone to save half the universe's lives.
She had no childhood, no family, no love, no descendants, and even in death, she had no grave or flowers—a tragic woman constantly tormented by the blood on her hands.
"So, you don't like me?" Natasha raised an eyebrow. "Should I get you someone else? A cute Asian girl?..."
He said he knows my future? Doesn't seem like he's lying, but what does he mean?
"No."
Lynch smiled, extending his hand.
"I like you very much. Nice to meet you. My name is Lynch."
Natasha was slightly taken aback, then she smiled and shook his hand.
"My name is Natasha Romanoff."
The mission seems to be going well, so he likes me, even knowing my past?
So soft, so warm...
"So, are we friends now?"
Natasha remained composed, letting Lynch hold her hand.
He seems like a boy who's never dated…
"If you think so, then yes," Lynch snapped back to reality, letting go of her hand and returning to his meal.
Natasha chuckled softly, deciding to take advantage of the atmosphere to probe further.
"You seem very familiar with Chinese culture?"
Lynch responded with a simple "Mm," and after a moment, added, "I'm Chinese."
"Really?" Natasha was surprised by his straightforwardness, then joked, "We thought you were Superman."
Lynch chuckled, shaking his head. "Do I look like Superman? Based on your observations, don't I seem more like a college student?"
Natasha couldn't help but agree inwardly.
After observing Lynch for days, the psychological analysis concluded that he was just an ordinary Chinese college student.
But…
"Your abilities," Natasha said, "are like Superman's. Super strength, heat vision, flight, x-ray vision, solar energy absorption..."
"Why does it have to be Superman?" Lynch sighed. "Couldn't it be a cultivator who practices light-based techniques?"
The latter part was said in Chinese, leaving Natasha a bit puzzled.
"What do you mean? Is it something from Chinese mythology?"
"Yes. Why don't you think of me as a Chinese immortal?" Lynch wiped his mouth.
"An immortal?" Natasha fell silent, deep in thought.
"Sorry, maybe it's a cultural difference? We didn't think in that direction… So, are you?"
"No, just kidding," Lynch laughed heartily, as if he had pulled off a prank.
Natasha rolled her eyes at him.
The agents listening in, including Director Fury, were momentarily stunned. The agents busily searching for terms like "immortal," "cultivation," and "cultivator" all turned to look at him in disbelief.
Fury signaled them to continue their research, then returned his attention to the conversation.
"Come on, can't you give me something more useful?" Natasha pouted. "Otherwise, I won't have a good report to give."
"Okay." Lynch finished his meal and sat down seriously across from her.
"Do you want the truth or a lie?"
"Of course, the truth."
Lynch put on a serious face, cleared his throat dramatically, and then spoke in a low, solemn voice:
"I am a traveler from a higher dimension. I know your past, your present, and your future."
Natasha and the team behind her processed Lynch's words.
"So what's the lie?"
"My real name is Hu Tutu, my dad is Hu Yingjun, my mom is Zhang Xiaoli, and I live in Unit 1001, Building 2, Fantou Garden..."
[AN - If Chinese things are not to your taste then sorry 😂😂😂+Nationalism + Racism +Red sun in the sky]