Asgardian Blacksmith

As they spoke, Black Widow had already caught up.

House was trembling all over. He had been crying before Apocalypse, but the moment Black Widow arrived, he did not even dare cry anymore.

"What happened? Tang, did you make him cry?" Black Widow asked.

"No. Judging by the look of him, it seems he was scared into crying by you."

"How could that be? I'm very gentle."

As she spoke, she turned her back to Apocalypse and winked at House, hinting for him to say something nice about her so she would not lose face in front of her man.

But how could a rough brute like House understand such a delicate hint?

Instead, he shouted, "You're lying! You captured so many criminals, but you neither interrogated nor killed them. You tortured them until they wished they were dead, and they couldn't even surrender."

A cold glint flashed through Black Widow's eyes, making House shrink back even further. He asked weakly, "What do you want?"

"Anything else?" Black Widow asked through gritted teeth.

"They also... they also said you had an immortal body. They said you liked cutting off men's dicks when they were happiest..."

Black Widow snapped, "Where did you hear such rumors?!"

The immortal body naturally referred to the Recovery Potion, but what the hell was that second part? She had never done anything so disgusting.

Who knew which bastard had taken a dirty joke told between men and passed it around as intelligence.

"I-I heard it from brothers on the street."

"Which brother? What's his name? Where is he?"

A cold gleam flashed in Black Widow's eyes. She had already sentenced that "brother on the street" to death.

House said, "I can't say. Those of us in this line of work still have to show some loyalty."