Natasha's Worries
For a long time, Natasha had felt that she should have gotten used to Hell's Kitchen by now...
She had been to many places around the world—quiet places, wild places, volatile places, chaotic places...
But she really couldn't understand a place as insane as Hell's Kitchen!
A look of disbelief crossed Natasha's lovely face. She pursed her full lips and said in a helpless whisper, "What are we supposed to do now?
Do I have to go 'rescue' those poor bastards myself?
Beckett will hand them over to the FBI in forty-eight hours. If those two girls can't prove they aren't with the CIA, they're as good as dead!
Am I supposed to go stop the CIA, too? If I do that, Hydra will know something's wrong."
Natasha gave Alvin a deeply strange look and said, "Are those gangsters all insane?
What do they get out of killing all the mercenaries who tried to rescue Eggsy and the others?"
Alvin spread his hands helplessly. "I have no idea what they're thinking!
I can't exactly tell them not to try to protect Hell's Kitchen..."
Alvin looked at Natasha, who was full of complaints, and smiled. "Don't look at me like that. Are you telling me the 'Black Widow' can't handle a few brain-dead gangsters?
If you want something, you should just come out and say it...
Honestly, I kind of like seeing you at a loss. It makes you seem real!
Too bad we both know that's all fake..."
Natasha sat up a little straighter, pressed her lips together, and fixed her gaze on the smiling Alvin. "Is that why you don't like me?
You think everyone around you should show you their 'true selves'?
Aren't you being a little naive?"
Alvin watched Beckett, wearing a triumphant expression, chase