In this World full of lies, expecting sincerity itself is a form of naivety.
Especially since she was an Agent full of lies herself. Now that it was her turn to have her emotions toyed with, wasn't it only natural?
However, just as Fury stepped across the threshold.
In the next second, Reze's aura changed instantly.
The pressure she felt when facing the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the feigned obedience immediately dissipated.
Like a magic trick, she returned to her previous carefree and relaxed manner, even rolling her eyes.
"Auntie, hurry up and eat," Reze picked up her knife and fork, pointing at the sumptuous dishes on the table, her tone carrying a hint of complaint.
"The food was getting cold because of that Fury."
Natasha was stunned: "Brai... Fury?"
She had obviously never heard such a unique nickname for the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and didn't even know what a Fury was, but seeing Reze gorging herself without any defenses, the confusion in her eyes deepened.
Wasn't this girl afraid that S.H.I.E.L.D. would poison the food?
Although S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't be so underhanded most of the time, being so defenseless in front of an unknown enemy was a major taboo.
Of course, Natasha had no idea that Reze didn't care about poison at all.
Sumire understood perfectly.
Although this Incarnation seemed to have been pulled by her before the mission even started, in chainsaw man, even if Reze's internal organs were full of mold, she was vomiting blood, or even on the verge of death due to the Mold Devil's attack, as long as she pulled the pin to trigger a self-explosion, she could reconstruct a perfectly healthy body from the explosion.
Mere human poisons were not even considered seasonings to the Bomb Devil.
Seeing Reze eating heartily, Natasha also picked up her utensils again.
She tried to calm herself down, telling herself that a mission was just a mission and she shouldn't involve too much emotion.
But just then, Reze swallowed a mouthful of food and suddenly said softly:
"I didn't lie to you before."
Natasha's movements paused, and she looked up.
"I really am Russian."
Reze's voice was calm, as if she were telling someone else's story. "I really did grow up there... though it's not a pleasant memory."
Then, under Sumire's instruction, Reze slowly told her past.
It wasn't a fabricated lie, but everything the real Reze had experienced.
Adopted by Soviet state institutions... or rather, kidnapped.
Locked in cold-blooded facilities with countless children, undergoing inhumanly harsh training.
She was a test subject, a weapon with a demon's heart, and in that cruel elimination, she was almost the sole survivor.
"There were many children who went in with me," Reze lowered her eyes, looking at the food on her plate, "but in the end, I was the only one who came out."
Hearing these words, the Black Widow's originally hardened defenses slowly crumbled, and her eyes involuntarily moistened.
She didn't think Reze could have found her top-secret files in these few short minutes to fabricate a similar story to gain her sympathy.
This experience was too real; the chill and loneliness emanating from her bones were uncannily consistent with her own childhood in the Red Room.
No wonder... no wonder she smelled the scent of her own kind on this demon girl.
It was the scent of a survivor who had crawled out of blood and fire.
Natasha knew that Reze wasn't a born demon, but a demon forged by heartless people—just like her.
Sumire silently observed this scene.
As a Marvel fan, she naturally knew about Natasha's past, but she really hadn't lied to Natasha.
Reze's past was indeed identical to Natasha's.
Thus, for Natasha, Reze was no longer just an ordinary fellow countrywoman, but another version of herself in the World.
This was also why Natasha's defenses were broken by just a few words from Reze.
To be honest, Sumire still felt quite bad for Natasha.
Whether it was the early years in the Red Room... or the hasty death in Avengers 4... but now, as Reze's simulation value on the panel began to skyrocket due to Reze's emotional resonance.
Sumire felt that she had a bit more genuine affection for this Black Widow.
The atmosphere of the dinner became subtle and warm at this moment.
Natasha also opened up and began to tell Reze about her past—about that somewhat ridiculous yet tragic Red Guardian, about her sister Yelena, and about that fake yet incredibly precious family time.
Reze gradually became fascinated by what she heard.
To others, Natasha's story was full of betrayal and pain, but to Reze, it actually contained a few hints of enviable warmth.
"At least... you have a family," Reze said softly.
"Even if it's only in name..."
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