When Su Ming and Natasha reappeared before everyone, the gunshot wound on Natasha's shoulder had vanished.
Seeing the radiant Natasha, Steve and Sam's eyes widened unconsciously.
Because of his own bizarre experiences, Captain America had developed a certain immunity to all kinds of miraculous things.
But before coming here, Sam had lived a disciplined life, maintaining his military habits with daily morning runs and exercise.
When had he ever seen something like this?
Just minutes ago, Agent Natasha had still struggled to walk. Now, she was striding like a runway model.
His expression stiffened as he stepped back half a pace, instinctively slipping into a tactical stance as he blurted out:
"Wait... Nat?! You were clearly shot in the left shoulder—where's the wound?"
Something was wrong. Who exactly was she?
He habitually reached for his communicator, intending to call for backup.
Then he suddenly realized that he was no longer in active service...
His hand froze, and he reconsidered:
This was Silver Duke's home, and the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. was still here... There shouldn't be any problem.
"Does S.H.I.E.L.D.'s year-end bonus come in the form of super-soldier serum?
"Seriously, are you okay?"
Receiving Sam's concern, Natasha smiled sincerely.
"I'm fine. Thank you..."
After saying that, she looked at Su Ming, her gaze somewhat complicated.
When Destiny had healed her gunshot wound just now, Natasha had asked her to also fix the sagging and outward spread while she was at it.
She had even offered to pay.
The request caught Su Ming off guard.
What did she mean?
Did she take me for a doctor? Or a plastic surgeon??
Come on, buddy. I was no longer some nobody who took any job for a little money...
Still, in the spirit of never being too old to learn, there was no harm