Natasha·Romanoff's home.
The full name of Natasha·Romanoff is Natalia Elianovna Romanova, also known as Natalia Romanova.
Stalingrad, who was born in Soviet Union in 1928, was trained as an agent by Soviet Union agents since he was a child. After his body was transformed by the Soviet Union government, his aging rate was greatly slowed down, and his immune system and resistance to attacks were enhanced. Coupled with his years of various physical and mental training, he has become a deadly poisonous spider "Black Widow".
Later, he met Hawkeye during a mission and was persuaded by Hawkeye to betray the Soviet Union agent organization "Red Room" and join S.H.I.E.L.D.. His real age is only 10 years younger than Captain America.
Whether it is the martial arts of unarmed combat or the use of various hot and cold weapons, Natasha·Romanoff has reached the theoretical limit of human beings. With the personal-fitting suit given by He-El that coordinates the human body and increases the defensive power, her final strength, which is weaker than that of Steve·Roger, has also been supplemented.
Now, he is not weak among Avengers, not even Hawkeye and Steve·Roger are her opponents.
Natasha·Romanoff's home.
After talking to Tony·Stark, Natasha·Romanoff, who was a little worried and tired, went into the bathroom and took a shower. When he came out, he was wearing a bathrobe and wet curly hair. He wiped his hair with a towel while tilting his head, looking like he was thinking and thinking.
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At this moment, the doorbell rang. Natasha·Romanoff turned his head to check and wiped his hair.
Very few people know where she lives, and not many people come to her by ringing the doorbell.
Natasha·Romanoff did not move slightly, but stared at the door with her beautiful eyes. She gently put the towel on the belt of the bathrobe, took out a small lady's pistol and a few blades from the drawer next to the wall, and put them in the bathrobe.
Whether it is a small pistol or a blade, in her hand, it is enough to easily kill ordinary people, but these are just things to hide from others.
The real killer move is a towel soaked with moisture from your own hair.
Throw a wet towel towards someone's face. Natasha·Romanoff can crush a person's eyes by throwing the towel.
"Is anyone home? I have your email."
She frowned slightly, her face cautious, and leaned close to the peephole of the door. She used a small mirror to look sideways at the peephole, and saw a postman in green clothes and a green hat, who was outside the door and pressed the doorbell again.
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The doorbell rang again.
There doesn't seem to be anything unusual about it, but the biggest anomaly is that he appears at the door of his residence and delivers mail to himself.
Natasha·Romanoff knows clearly that he will not do any postal services or use mail to deliver goods to others.
Natasha·Romanoff was suspicious. Could it be that someone sent him confidential documents?
Or does someone know where he lives and come to assassinate him?
Natasha·Romanoff was not afraid of this kind of blatant assassination. She inserted the pistol back into her lower back, pulled down the bathrobe slightly, revealing her sexy collarbone, made it slightly messy, and then fucked her with her hand. He went into his still wet hair, wet his hands, then picked up a pen on the table next to him with wet hands and put it on a tray. His face changed into an apologetic attitude, and he just pretended to be in a hurry and typed Opening Gate.
"Sorry, I'm taking a shower. Is this my email?" Natasha·Romanoff looked like a messy beauty out of the bath, with her sexy collarbone looming.
But the postman seemed not to notice, and smiled at her and said, "Yes, please sign for your mail."
"Please put it here, my hands are wet." Natasha·Romanoff looked apologetic, lifted the tray, and picked up the pen with her wet fingers. When the postman put the signed documents on the tray, she signed the disguised name with a ballpoint pen without touching the documents with her hand.
Until she finished signing her name, the postman didn't make any move, even including the beauty trap she used, and she didn't react too much or look where she shouldn't. Natasha·Romanoff finished signing her name slightly strangely, looked at the postman, and asked, "Have we met somewhere?"
"Maybe, I have a Volkswagen face." The postman said with a smile. After Natasha·Romanoff finished signing his name, he took back the confirmation signature, "Goodbye, I wish you a happy weekend."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Natasha·Romanoff's heart moved slightly, and he wanted to step forward to subdue the postman, but after staring at him for a moment, he finally made no move and turned his head to look at the documents on the tray strangely.
Her shoulders jumped, and she lifted up the bathrobe that had fallen down to her arms. She pulled the door handle with a ballpoint pen and closed the door. Then she leaned at the peephole of the door and stared for more than ten minutes without noticing anyone coming.
She became even more confused.
That postman gave her a familiar feeling.
This feeling is not like meeting a stranger.
But... a colleague?
Natasha·Romanoff As soon as he woke up, he suddenly remembered what that feeling was.
It feels like a clean and tidy agent.
He is an agent who is not sloppy at all, and completes his operational tasks perfectly and easily, without any nervousness about the upcoming mission.
This feeling is not like an agent in a life-and-death crisis battle, but like... a civilian job.
The other party is a civilian agent.
Natasha·Romanoff felt that he should have left the postman behind. The postman had been gone for more than ten minutes now. Even a civil servant could leave too far.
However, Natasha·Romanoff still remembers his appearance.
She directly turned on the computer, used handheld drawing to directly draw the appearance of the postman, and used the face database of S.H.I.E.L.D. to search for the postman, but did not find any trace.
"A black agent with no record..." Natasha·Romanoff pondered.
The so-called unrecorded undercover agents are only responsible for the person who develops undercover agents and will not be recorded at all.
Who is this undercover agent responsible for?
Natasha·Romanoff looked at the files on the tray and began to test the files on the tray for venom. After finding that there were no problems, she put on gel gloves and a gas mask, opened the file, and saw Nick·Fury's legacy letter.
"Agent Natasha·Romanoff, I am Nick. When you read this letter, it proves that I am dead.
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The only agent I can trust is you."