Natasha was also building a universe of her own.
A universe built entirely according to her will—a world shaped exactly like the one she had imagined as a little girl, when she had wondered what the world should look like.
A universe where the clouds were cotton candy and the houses were shaped like lollipops.
In some world within the Phoenix Nebula, no one except Natasha could know what she had done.
As for the future Yelena had mentioned?
Sorry.
Not every higher life-form retained such simple male-female desires after completing its evolution.
King of Gods Zeus was an exception.
Although Natasha had yet to break through the Sixth Sense realm, Phoenix was the most special existence of all. Natasha was already a higher life-form. As for that most primal impulse, she could not be said to be immune, but she had basically restrained it to a great degree.
Looking at her sister before her, Natasha began describing the grand scene of one of the inhabited planets in her Phoenix Cosmo. It was a life-bearing planet filled with countless childhood notions of hers, the most fairytale-like and cartoonish world imaginable.
Yelena listened, her expression shifting from shock to strangeness, and then to bafflement.
The next second.
Yelena seemed to understand something. "All right. I understand now why the Avengers kicked you out."
Your brain is fried.
Natasha looked at Yelena, whose face was practically shouting that she was insane, and chuckled. "If you get the chance, you'll see it for yourself, Yelena."
Yelena had just been about to speak when she suddenly froze. Looking at Natasha's neck, she blinked. "What happened?"
Natasha lowered her head. "What do you mean, what happened?"
Yelena reached out. "Your wounds. They were still there just now."
She had clearly been injured just like Natasha.