Noticing the strange look in Heisenberg's eyes, Natasha thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled slyly and asked him.
"I still don't understand why, in your future, you went to Vormir and saved Barton and me."
"Heh heh..."
Hearing her question, Heisenberg could not help but laugh.
"I saved you because I wanted to make everything more interesting, I suppose!"
"Mm-hmm, it feels like you're looking at us from a god's perspective!"
Natasha looked up at Heisenberg and continued softly.
"But you really do have godlike power!"
"Not even close. If I were truly powerful enough, that damned snap wouldn't have been enough to injure me!"
As he spoke, Heisenberg deliberately raised his right arm, covered in blood and blisters, toward the sun and tried hard to bask it in the sunlight.
Seeing how urgently Heisenberg was sunning his hand, Natasha froze for a moment and gasped softly.
"Wow, sunlight seems to speed up your recovery. Are you Superman?"
"Haha, sharp eyes. In my universe, they call me Injustice Superman!" Heisenberg nodded.
Natasha immediately chuckled.
"That's wonderful, because Superman belongs to Lois alone, but Injustice Superman belongs to everyone!"
Hearing that, Heisenberg turned to look at the gentle contours of Natasha's face.
He stared for a full three seconds before shifting his gaze to Natasha's wine-red hair.
Then, he suddenly reached out and gently rubbed Natasha's hair.
The instant Heisenberg reached out, Natasha had intended to dodge.
But for some reason, she remembered something and forced herself to remain where she was, allowing Heisenberg's large hand to land atop her head.
As Heisenberg rubbed her hair, Natasha struggled to shake off the amorous thoughts in her heart and muttered to him.
"Tsk tsk, my God on Earth, are you treating me like a pet?"
"Of course not, it's just..."
Heisenberg