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Wanda is about to join the main storyline; right now, there are more people who prefer the single female lead Natasha.
Last night's confession, like a gentle evening breeze, quietly dispelled the gloom that had lingered in Natasha's heart for decades. There was no fierce struggle, nor any humble alienation. The thick barrier between them, called "imperfection and inadequacy," quietly cracked open with transparent fissures in Lynn's extremely tolerant gentleness.
Lynn never urged her to immediately emerge from the shadows, nor did he use the opportunity of his confession to try to extract anything from her. He simply continued as always, hiding all his affection in the small details of daily life, quietly accompanying her and slowly healing her.
The following morning, the fjord was shrouded in thick fog, like a vast sea.
The entire world was shrouded in a thin layer of milky white morning mist. The snow-capped peaks of distant mountains were hidden deep in the mist, and the sound of waves crashing against the reefs was long and lingering, carrying the unique coolness of the ocean and enveloping the entire coastline in ultimate tranquility. There was no urban hustle and bustle, no human disturbances. Time here seemed to be stretched out slowly, enough to soothe all haste and wounds.
The custom-made Stark cold-weather tent stands firmly on the flat land by the sea. Its windproof material insulates it from the biting cold winds at sea, while its internal temperature control system keeps it warm. An open-air platform extends from the side of the tent, facing the endless sea and the continuous fjords, becoming the couple's exclusive corner for quiet relaxation every day.
The morning mist was thick, and the cool, damp sea breeze brushed against her hair. Natasha woke up early but didn't get up. She simply lay quietly on her soft sleeping mat, staring at the breathable mesh at the top of the tent.
This was a morning she had never experienced before. For decades, her mornings had always been accompanied by urgent missions, brainwashing training, cold orders, and endless vigilance. Every time she opened her eyes, it was a calculation; every time she closed them, it was a wary situation. She couldn't even relax completely in her sleep. But here, there was no alarm clock urging her on, no missions to keep her busy, no identity to pretend to have, and no people to be wary of. There was only peace and relaxation.
Lynn across from him was still unconscious, her breathing even and deep, all composure gone, leaving only complete relaxation and tranquility.
Natasha turned slightly to the side, and in the dim light filtering through the gauze, quietly looked at his profile. The soft morning light smoothed away all the indifference and aloofness between his brows and eyes, leaving only gentleness and peace.
Last night's confession was still vividly etched in her heart. The inferiority, regret, and fear that she had suppressed for half her life were no longer secrets she had to guard alone. She thought that after laying bare all her unbearable secrets, a rift and distance would surely grow between them, but reality was quite the opposite. Lynn's tolerance and waiting made her truly realize for the first time that she didn't have to be hard, perfect, or invincible.
She can be vulnerable, she can have flaws, she can have a past she dares not face, but she can slowly heal and grow.
The tension that had been building up in my heart for years was completely released at this moment, and even the air around me seemed to relax.
Natasha gazed at him quietly for a moment, a hint of warmth and emotion in her eyes. Without disturbing his peaceful sleep, she gently got up and left the tent.
The morning mist brushed past her ankles, cool but not biting. She walked slowly on the damp, smooth rocks, as waves surged onto the shore, gently washing over the rocks before receding, leaving behind fine, damp trails. Seabirds broke through the morning mist, skimming low over the sea, their clear calls piercing the stillness and adding a touch of life to the cool world.
I don't know how long I stood there, but then I heard soft footsteps behind me, without any attempt to hide them, open and gentle.
Natasha knew without turning around that Lynn had woken up.
Sure enough, the next second, a thin windproof jacket with a warm scent was gently draped over her shoulders, the familiar, clean scent enveloping her and shielding her from the damp chill of the morning sea breeze.
"The fog is heavy and the wind is cool, don't stand for too long." Lynn's voice was languid and hoarse from just waking up, gentle and just right, without a trace of urging or control, only a caring reminder.
Natasha nodded slightly and replied softly, "It's alright, not cold."
Her tone was no longer as distant and restrained as before; the deliberate politeness and defensiveness had faded, replaced by a more natural and relaxed one.
Lynn walked slowly to her side and stood beside her, gazing together at the vast, mist-shrouded sea. The two stood quietly, neither speaking, yet there was no awkward silence, only the peaceful tranquility of time passing and companionship.
"Don't feel pressured about what happened last night," Lynn suddenly spoke softly, her gaze still fixed on the vast sea, her tone calm and gentle. "I told you those things not because I wanted an immediate response, but simply to let you know that your shortcomings have never been shackles, much less your original sin. You deserve fulfillment, you deserve an ordinary, Pyro, and you deserve to be loved and cherished."
Each word landed softly on her ear, precisely soothing the last trace of unease in her heart.
Natasha lowered her gaze to the ebb and flow of the tide at her feet, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, a warm feeling welling up inside her. She nodded quietly, "I know."
These three simple words strip away all humility and fear; they represent acceptance, relief, and a slowly opening heart.
As the morning mist slowly dissipated and the sky gradually brightened, the rising sun pierced through the clouds and mist, scattering fine golden rays that covered the entire sea surface. The deep blue sea shimmered gently, captivating the eye. The snow-capped mountains in the distance gleamed with a cool, soft light under the sunlight, and the desolate and vast Westfjords was gradually tinged with warm, smoky hues.
The two returned to camp side by side, beginning their daily routine.
Here, time flows exceptionally slowly, slow enough to witness the clouds drift and the tides rise and fall, slow enough for wounds to heal and hearts to settle. By day, they might stroll along the coastline, exploring untouched reefs and mudflats. Or they might sit quietly on the platform, reading and chatting, letting the sea breeze caress their faces, while away the lazy hours. Or they might cook together, tending to the campsite's mundane tasks, the smoke rising gently, a peaceful scene year after year.
Natasha became increasingly relaxed, completely shedding all her sharpness and guardedness. She was no longer constantly on edge, no longer doing everything herself. She began to accept Lynn's care with equanimity, instinctively drawing closer to him for warmth when the sea breeze was biting, and letting down her guard when tired, quietly leaning on his shoulder. Occasionally, in her spare time, she would even sit on the rocks like an ordinary person, quietly watching the seabirds chase the waves, a gentle smile playing in her eyes.
Lynn's gentleness was always restrained and measured, never overstepping boundaries or forcing anything. He would anticipate all the cold and storms and silently shield her from them; he would remember her dietary preferences and prepare light and palatable warm meals; he would quietly accompany her when she sat in a daze, without disturbing her thoughts.
He simply melted away her decades of loneliness and gloom with his daily, tender moments, making her slowly believe that stability was not an illusion, favoritism was not a bubble, and fulfillment was not a luxury.
The afternoon weather was perfect, with a gentle sea breeze and warm sunshine. Natasha brought over a small stool and sat on the grass beside the camp, quietly hanging clothes to dry. Her movements were gentle and soothing, shedding the sharp and ruthless demeanor of a secret agent and gaining a touch of the gentle tranquility of an ordinary woman.
Lynn sat on a folding chair not far away, holding a book in her hands, but her gaze would often drift past the pages and gently fall on her figure, tender and lingering, full of cherishment.
He could see clearly that every change she made, every moment of relaxation, every moment of relief was a hard-won transformation. Having spent half her life walking on the edge of a knife and trapped in darkness, she spent decades learning to be tough, to pretend, and to survive on her own. Yet, in just a few short months, in this deserted fjord, with him by her side, she slowly learned to be soft, to relax, and to accept gentleness.
As the sun sets, its afterglow paints the sky and sea crimson, and the gentle glow of the sunset casts long, intertwined shadows of the two figures. The evening breeze softens, the sound of the tide grows calmer, and only the gentle twilight and peaceful tranquility remain in the world.
The two had a simple dinner as usual, light and palatable, warm and comforting. A portable fireplace outside the tent burned, the firewood crackling softly, dispelling the chill of the night and adding a touch of warmth to the empty coastline.
There were no heavy topics at the dinner table, no past entanglements, no anxieties about the future; just casual conversation about the scenery of mountains and seas, the changing seasons, and the trivialities of daily life. Relaxed, peaceful, and stable—this was the ultimate happiness Natasha had never experienced in her life.
She occasionally glanced up at the composed and gentle Lynn across from her, and the flutter in her heart grew clearer and stronger. She was still not fully ready to embrace love, and still needed time to completely break free from the shackles of the past, but she no longer ran away, no longer felt inferior, and no longer deliberately avoided it.
She is slowly getting better, slowly becoming whole, and slowly becoming worthy of this pure tenderness and favor.
As night deepened, the starry sky once again blanketed the fjord, even more brilliant and clear than the night before. The starlight reflected on the sea, swaying with the waves and shattering into tiny silver fragments, a scene both dreamlike and healing.
Natasha finished tidying up the tableware, leaned against the tent door, and quietly gazed at the starry sky. Her eyes were gentle and clear, without the confusion and desolation of the past.
Lynn walked to her side and stood with her quietly watching the stars. After a moment of silence, he spoke softly, his tone calm and natural. "You should get some rest. I have some personal matters to attend to."
Natasha nodded slightly, asking no further questions, her eyes filled with trust. "Okay."
She had long been accustomed to his occasional solitude, and would simply wait silently. This tacit understanding of mutual respect and trust was the most precious bond between them.
Lynn slowly walked to a high rock far from the camp, avoiding all the smells and sounds of smoke and fire, and stood amidst the evening breeze and the starry sky. Looking up at the endless night, he raised his hand slightly, and the hidden communication channel was instantly activated, directly contacting Tony Stark, who was far away at Stark Industries.
The moment the call connected, Tony's slightly languid yet still capable voice came through first, carrying his usual teasing tone. "A rare guest, Lynn. Living a carefree life in a secluded paradise, you actually have time to contact me? What, is the evening breeze in the fjord not gentle enough, the starry sky not beautiful enough, and you finally remembered this hardworking office worker?"
Lynn ignored his joke, her tone calm and composed, and went straight to the point. "How's the human culture chamber you were asked to develop and debug coming along?"
When business was brought up, Tony instantly dropped his playful tone, his voice becoming serious and earnest. "We've already exceeded our targets..."
"I've also added a real-time vital signs monitoring system and an automatic adaptation and adjustment module. The entire process is intelligently controllable, and the safety is absolutely impeccable. It can be activated at any time without any risk."
Lynn's eyes narrowed slightly as he pressed on, his tone steady and confident. "So, have you prepared the complete set of detailed anatomical diagrams, tissue data, and parameters of the human internal organs that I asked you to compile?"
Repairing a body is never as simple as just starting up equipment. To completely heal Natasha's physical defects, allowing her to fully escape the damage of the past and truly become an ordinary person, not only is top-notch cultivation equipment needed, but also Lynn's precise anatomical data down to the cellular level and the appropriate logic required. Only by thoroughly understanding every detail and accurately controlling every piece of data can we achieve zero risk, zero sequelae, and a perfect repair.
Tony responded seriously, his tone incredibly confident. "Don't worry, I've compiled all the information meticulously. As long as you provide me with the cells, I can cultivate what you want. However, these are all basic tissues for stem cell cultivation; you'll still need to modify their information later."
Having received a definite answer, Lynn was completely relieved.
From the moment he learned he was coming to Marvel, he never intended for Natasha to be forever trapped in the trauma of her past.
He never felt that her disability was her destiny, nor did he accept her inevitable regret.
He hoped she would completely break free from all shackles, be whole and clean, and have a fulfilling life like an ordinary person, with the confidence to love and hate freely and pursue her dreams without reservation.
"Everything's packed up. I'm coming to pick it up now," Lynn said calmly.
"All the necessary materials have already been prepared for you, and the incubation chamber has been tested in the lab and is ready to be used at any time."
Lynn raised his palm, and a pale blue spatial ripple slowly spread out in the void. A precise and stable teleportation portal instantly formed, connecting the Westfjords Iceland with the Stark Industries' top-secret laboratory thousands of miles away.
After questioning JARVIS, Lynn arrived at the newly built Stark Labs.
Inside, the room was brightly lit, with sophisticated, high-tech instruments neatly arranged. In one corner sat a high-precision incubation chamber, its sleek, silver-white surface gleaming. Next to it, in a sealed storage cabinet, were neatly stored a complete set of electronic backup data and detailed paper diagrams, every piece of data precise and complete.
After organizing the materials Tony had prepared, he stepped out of the portal once more, returning to the tranquil and gentle Westfjords coast.
A gentle evening breeze caressed my face, the Milky Way remained unchanged, the campfire still burned warmly, and everything was as peaceful as ever.
Lynn stood on the reef, gazing at the tents standing quietly not far away, her eyes filled with a gentle and resolute light.
In the days to come, he will learn the knowledge he needs.
On that day, he will personally smooth over the regrets of her life, heal all her wounds, and let Natasha, trapped in the Red Room, trapped in darkness, trapped in her incompleteness and inferiority, be completely freed and truly reborn.
Lynn stood on the cliff, gazing at the tent standing quietly not far away, her eyes filled with a gentle light.
He wanted her to not only have everything she had ever dreamed of, but also the life she had never dared to hope for.