At the end of May, DC once again ushered in good weather.
The sunny days for several consecutive days made ordinary people feel good.
At the beginning of the month, there were three space carriers here, which was quite big news.
Many people even spoke on the Internet, indicating that this is an experimental product developed by the US government to deal with cosmic-level enemies.
This analysis is indeed correct, and the US officials originally thought so.
Too bad Hydra doesn't think that way, but wants to use them for something similar to the Chitauri fleet.
However, the mothership left very quickly, and disappeared in the sky of the DC special zone in more than ten minutes. Ordinary people in big cities around the world didn't know that they almost encountered a catastrophe.
A few days later, news came out on the Internet that the three motherships crashed in Virginia next door, which made everyone unbelievable.
Many people are already scolding the US government for its incompetence and corruption, which is why this tofu-class warship was built.
These people didn't know that the three motherships almost successfully fired on their heads, and the lethality was no less than that of the Chitauri last time.
It can only be said that knowing a little less about secrets is actually a kind of happiness for ordinary people who are powerless to change the world.
On the contrary, these days the mood of DC bigwigs has nothing to do with the weather.
Congress and the White House are shrouded in persistent low pressure.
In a national cemetery in the suburbs, Steve looked at a tombstone with an inexplicable expression: "A righteous life. Colonel Nicholas-j-Fury. 1951-2006."
He then looked at a middle-aged African-American man wearing a pullover, big sunglasses, and a small watch with a big gold chain.
With a strange and handsome non-chief face, Nick Fury turned his head and stretched out his hand: "I'm going to Europe, the Hydra there is too comfortable, so you really don't want to help me?"
Steve shook his head and reached out to shake his hand: "I... still have something to do."
Nick Fury didn't take it seriously, and turned his head towards the tombstone: "If anyone asks you about me, let him come here to find me."
Steve was silent and watched this Nick Fury, who was at least twenty years younger, leave.
"He treats you really well, this is the most polite thing he has ever said." A female voice sounded not far away.
Steve turned his head to look, and found that it was a very ordinary white woman, only a slightly familiar figure.
But he had seen this face before, and it belonged to the face attached to Natasha's nano armor.
He greeted him with a smile: "Are you sure? He is not polite to a certain boss?"
Natasha is speechless: That may also include Batman - of course it has to be called the Dark Knight now.
Steve didn't intend to continue the topic, but instead asked, "Aren't you with him?"
Natasha shook her head: "It's too unsafe for the living to follow the dead. And my identity has been exposed, so I have to find a new identity. It will take a while, and I just give myself a big vacation."
As she spoke, she took out a document from her bag: "This is the document you want, File No. 17. I got it from some old friends in Kiev."
Steve took the file and remained silent.
Natasha: "In exchange, how about an appointment with that female nurse?"
Steve: "She's not a nurse."
Natasha: "You are not an agent anymore."
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After a while, Natasha left a cautionary advice and turned to leave.
Walking in the cemetery separated by green trees and grass, she raised her head slightly, and the quiet light and shadow flowed over her body, just like the years of secret agents, fleeting.
"O, pretty lady, you don't seem to be in a good mood." A voice came from the side.
She turned her head and found a young white man with an ordinary appearance leaning against a big tree next to him, looking at her with a smile.
Natasha: "You are?"
Luke: "We didn't see each other more than ten days ago, when I was working on the southern side."
He made a gesture of shooting with his hand.
Natasha showed a slightly embarrassed and vigilant smile, just like ordinary people do when encountering a psychopath: "I'm sorry, you recognized the wrong person."
Luke chuckled: "Let's go, the boss is looking for you."
Natasha paused, hesitated for a moment and followed him.
It didn't take long for Natasha to "meet" the boss in an ordinary suburban house.
The appearance of the selling everything boss is no secret, so the possibility of being faked is extremely high.
But after the "Black Widow Armor" was summoned by the boss and let her feel it, Natasha was 100% sure that the boss was herself.
Taking things out of thin air is the boss' signature ability.
Relying on this ability, the big brother made a large sum of Chitauri windfall during the battle in New York in front of everyone, which made many people hate it.
Another half an hour later, Natasha was sitting in the room alone, and the boss on the side sofa had disappeared.
At this moment, the black widow felt inexplicable.
Now, she is also the one who owes the boss a thousand points.
This debt can be deducted with technology, resources, and intelligence, or it can be repaid with points entrusted by the boss.
Even if she is willing, asking Tony to help her advance the debt can still "solve" this debt.
Which one to choose is up to her, and the length of time is up to her, as long as it doesn't default.
According to the boss, Natasha has been promoted to an "important partner".
In the future, she will be able to publish and accept commissions in a limited amount from the boss, and buy some ordinary products in limited quantities.
Once the transaction between the two parties continues and the relationship deepens, it can be upgraded to a "friendly partner".
At that time, she can freely issue commissions to the boss, buy ordinary products at will, and purchase special products in limited quantities.
Under her consultation, the boss explained the level of "partners".
Tony, Batman and the boss are "strategic partners", who can release and accept commissions without any restrictions, and buy and sell products.
Of course, the premise is that both parties are voluntary, and "partners" can explain everything.
Those who get along are called partners. If you can't get along, everyone will break up.
If there is no such rule, then this rule is actually similar to that of some websites "ordinary member → v member → super v member".
But the boss is definitely not interested in creating any super vv, super vvv members.
But after thinking about it for a while, Natasha knew that this rule was not a good thing.
Because the simpler the classification, the greater the gap between the three levels, and it will be difficult to upgrade the level.
Maybe the vast majority of "clients" are with the boss, and they will be "important partners" for a lifetime.
Generally speaking, this kind of forced "important" prefix is probably because it is not important.
The existence of the word "important" is just to give others a little face and psychological comfort.
After all, in this system, "important" is not as good as "friendly".
So "important" people are not equal to your friends.
Natasha also inquired about Batman from Tony.
She knows very well that the friendship with the boss is the heaviest weight among "partners".
As for the highest level of "strategic partners", there are only Iron Man and Batman, which obviously means the only one.
In a short period of time, it is estimated that it will be difficult for others to upgrade to this level.