But what could she do? Logan had been the one to pounce on him without asking questions.
Even when she stood beside Deathstroke and spoke to him, Logan had selectively chosen not to see her.
Now that he lacked the skill and had been counter-killed by Deathstroke in a single move, who could he blame? Natasha only felt a little sorry for his foolishness. After all, Deathstroke was very likely one of the strongest people on Earth right now.
In her eyes, Logan was about on Captain America's level, with an enormous gap between him and Deathstroke. Besides, Natasha knew her boss had plenty of secret weapons.
So she dug Logan out of the frozen ground, dragged him into the room, settled him back beside Aiko, and tucked them both in.
After thinking it over, she took several hundred dollars from her pocket. It was her spending money, and since she would not need to pay for anything when she went out with her boss later, she might as well leave it for her little uncle to live on.
She understood the term "marrying into the family."
He had already lost enough dignity. He might as well live a little more comfortably.
Looking at Logan, bleeding from all seven orifices, Natasha wiped him clean with a complicated expression. She always felt that Logan's temper would cause major trouble someday. The worst part was that he would not listen to anyone's advice.
But so be it. Next, they would see whether they could find the person behind these dolls in Tokyo. As long as the danger was removed, he should be able to live good days here, right?
At least, his wife seemed pretty nice.
Sometimes, she truly envied fools like these. They knew nothing, could trust anyone, and dared to