Marvel: I’m really not Superman

"Who?"

"Sir, the meal you ordered has arrived."

"Come in, the door is unlocked."

"ok??????

The door of the roof was pushed open, and behind the door was a charming and sexy young beauty.

She wears a waiter's outfit, her signature chestnut-red hair, her devilish figure, and her delicate face with a seemingly intractable smile.

With a charming smile, she walked towards Lynch with a bag of meals.

Lynch's eyes lit up unabashedly, and he looked at her curiously.

It's better to be famous than to meet, and it's better to see in movies than to see in reality.

In front of her close to her skin is delicate and moist, her two big eyes want to say goodbye, her nose is tall and three-dimensional, and her small face seems to radiate in Lynch's eyes.

She pursed her lips reservedly, showing just the right amount of shyness, and put the things in her hand on the small table next to Lynch.

"Happy meal, sir."

Lynch looked away from the hot gaze and swept over the food that had been delivered, and opened it with a little surprise.

It's all home-cooked, but it's not easy to find on the streets of the United States.

Mr. Lynch hasn't eaten much authentic Chinese food for a week, and sometimes complains about it.

"You guys are very careful, I thought you forgot me."

Her expression didn't change, but Lynch could hear her heartbeat speed up noticeably.

Camouflage, seen through.

Lynch laid out the dishes one by one and pronounced their names.

"White cut chicken, plum vegetable buckle meat, steamed sea bass, and..."

"Black chicken soup, right?"

She continued in less standard Chinese.

"Do you speak Chinese?" Lynch was really surprised.

"A little."

He seemed surprised? And a little happy.

"There will be quite a lot." Lynch nodded.

"Natasa, seriously, you should play another role, as a waiter, you are a little too beautiful."

"Thanks for the compliment." Natasha ruffled her hair, "You seem to know a lot."

"I have better hearing, so we can be honest, what's your plan?"

Lynch picked up his chopsticks and tasted the good-looking buckle meat in disbelief, and asked casually.

Well, the meat is rotten and fragrant, fat but not greasy, delicious!

Natassa sat down and looked a little helpless and said, "What if I say there is no plan?" Like you said, we can't limit you to anything, so let me talk to you about how we can make your stay in New York a little more enjoyable.

Lynch swallowed a large mouthful of meat, and waited until he chewed and swallowed it carefully before pouting and squinting at Natasha, "So your plan is a beauty scheme?" Turning

his head to take a sip of soup, Lynch then complained, "Since you all found out that I know a lot, why do you think I'm interested in you?"

Lynch stared at Natassa quietly.

"Natasa, I know your past and even see your future, you have no secrets in my eyes."

This is true, Lynch dares to pat his chest to assure.

Lynch, who was once a fan of his widowed sister's appearance and temperament, has deeply understood the history of Black Widow, from movies to comics.

Lynch knows what a dark past Black Widow has and a tragic future.

In the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Black Widow was born in 1984 and is only 23 or 4 years old now, which is a year or two older than Lynch.

Born in the "Red House", a notorious female agent base in the former Soviet Union, she underwent brutal and brutal training and selection, and was forced to execute an innocent person.

After that, she worked for the Russian Federal Security Service, was targeted by S.H.I.E.L.D., and sent Patton to assassinate.

Instead of killing her, Barton introduced her to S.H.I.E.L.D.

After that, there is a well-known story that she sacrificed her life in order to obtain the soul gem and save half of the life in the universe.

She has no childhood, no affection, no love, no offspring, even dead, no cemetery and flowers, a miserable woman who is always tormented by the blood stained on her hands.

"So, you don't like me?" Natasha raised her eyebrows, "Do you want to change one you like?" Huaxia girl? Cute type? "

He said he knew his future? It doesn't look like it's lying, what does it mean?

"Nope."

Lynch smiled and reached out.

"I love it, nice to meet you, my name is Lynch."

Natasa was slightly stunned, then smiled and held it.

"My name is Natasha Romanov."

The mission went pretty well, so he had a crush on me, even though he knew my past?

So soft, so hot....

"So we're friends now?"

Natasha remained silent, still pulled by Lynch's hand.

He was like a little boy who had never been in love....

"You think so, that's it?" Lynch came to his senses, stopped his hand, and continued to cook.

Natasha chuckled and decided to take advantage of the atmosphere to test it.

"You seem to be familiar with Huaxia?"

Lin Qi responded "um", waited for a while and said: "I am from Huaxia. "

Really?" Natasa didn't expect Lynch to be so direct, and then said in a joking tone: "We thought you were Superman."

Lynch smiled and shook his head: "How do you think I look like Superman?" Based on your observations, am I more like a college student?

Natasha couldn't help but agree.

After so many days of observation, the result of Lynch's psychological analysis is that of an ordinary Chinese college student.

But....

"Your abilities." Natasha said, "Your abilities are the same as Superhuman. Super power, heat vision, flying, see-through, absorbing sunlight..."

"Why does it have to be Superman?" Lin Qi sighed, "Can't it be an immortal cultivator who has practiced the Light System Technique?" The

Chinese used in the latter sentence made Natasha not understand much.

"What do you mean? Is it something from Chinese legends?

"Yes, why don't you think I'm an immortal in Huaxia?" Lynch wiped his mouth.

"Immortal?" Natasha was silent, lost in thought.

"Sorry, maybe a cultural difference? We didn't think about it in that direction... So, are you?

"No, just talk about it." Lynch laughed, looking like he had succeeded in his mischief.

Natasha gave Lynch a look.

The director of the halogen egg who listened to the conversation between the two was also stunned, and the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. who were busy inquiring about "immortals", "exercises", "cultivators" and so on looked at him speechlessly for a while.

The chief of the egg signaled with his eyes for them to continue the inquiry, and then continued to listen.

"Please, can you give me a little more useful information?" Natasha looked pitiful, "Otherwise, I won't be able to go back." "

???ok???" Lynch finished his meal and sat down across from her.

"Do you want to hear the truth or falsehood?"

"Of course it's true."

Lynch cleared his throat with a solemn expression, and then said in a low and depressed voice:

"I am a traveler from a higher dimension, and I know your past, present, and future."

Natasha, or the team behind it, digested Lynch's words.

"What about the fake one?"

"My real name is Hututu, my father's name is Hu Yingjun, my mother's name is Zhang Xiaoli, and my family lives in Room 101, Building No. 2 of the Flip Bucket Garden..."