Black Widow was still trying to make sense of things when Sherlock sidled up to her with a notebook, wearing the sly look of a man conducting an experiment. She just stared at him in confusion.
When she showed no reaction, Sherlock began scribbling furiously in his notebook.
The bizarre scene left Black Widow even more puzzled. She was about to ask what was going on, but the instant she looked toward Captain America, who was closest to her, an indescribable sense of adoration rose in her heart.
As a trained agent, Black Widow immediately realized there was something wrong with her sudden adoration for Captain America. Her first instinct was to resist it.
But the moment she tried, that adoration burst through her defenses like floodwater through an opened dam, sweeping away her reason.
It was a strange feeling. She knew something was wrong with her, yet her adoration still made her want to risk her life for Captain America.
Watching Black Widow's gaze grow more fervent by the second, Captain America broke into a cold sweat behind his desk. He kept his eyes fixed on her while repeatedly tugging at Sherlock, who was still taking frantic notes.
"Sherlock, quit fucking around! Natasha's looking at me like she's lost her mind. Do something!"
Only then did Sherlock look up from his notebook. One glance at Black Widow's condition gave him a fright too.
He hastily tossed the notebook onto the desk, pulled the Mustache Pill out of his Fourth-Dimensional Pocket, and took one before giving another to Black Widow. Her reason gradually returned.
Tony, who had watched the whole thing, picked up the notebook Sherlock had thrown onto the desk. One glance inside drained the color from his face.
The pages contained notes on the effects of the so-called