"She looked a little worried."
About half an hour later, Natasha claimed it was inconvenient for her to be away too long and had Adjutant teleport her back to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s extraterrestrial Outpost.
When she left, though, her eyes were unfocused. The shock had apparently been too great. There was an even broader realm beyond the Omniverse, something that was difficult for her to comprehend.
Watching the blue glow of her teleportation gradually fade, Gin sat down beside the man and said this.
"Worry isn't necessarily a negative emotion. There's an old saying in China: Those without long-term concerns will have immediate troubles." Su Ming stubbed out his cigarette and put it away. He wrapped an arm around his woman and stroked her smooth shoulder as if comforting her. "Don't worry. Natasha can handle it. She'll figure it out soon enough."
"I know. It's not that I don't trust you, honey. It's just that if it's really that dangerous, you have to be careful." Gin nodded. She was worried too, to some extent.
But that was Asgardian custom. When men went out to fight, women generally did not nag them. They watched over the home, prepared the meals, and waited for them to return.
"Heh, don't worry. There's not even a plan yet."
With a cigarette between his lips, Su Ming rubbed his belly. He did not feel full; he simply felt satisfied.
"I'd love to go straight into Mystery and have it out with CAAT, but right now, there's no way up. There's nothing we can do in the short term. The breakthrough lies with the Uni-Force, but reading its thoughts and memories will still take time."
Very few people could help with this. At present, only The One Above All or Elaine might have some means, but from what