MARVEL'S MONSTER HUNTER WORLD

Derick heard a response and picked up the pace.

Meanwhile, Natasha, finally stirring awake, slowly opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto the man in front of her.

Watson paused, his hand stilling as he pulled her into an embrace. His voice was steady but firm. "Now it's time for you to understand the consequences. Very serious. Very, very serious."

Natasha blinked, still groggy. "I know myself…"

"Because Aunt Liya is getting older, you'll need to take care of her. That means learning to cook. You should start thinking about training together, learning from each other. And—get used to spending every major holiday with me. New Year's, Valentine's, Christmas, April Fool's, Easter… And yes, those long dinners like last night. Maybe one day, you'll get sick of them…"

"No, no, never." Natasha's dazed expression melted into a warm smile, a rare softness crossing her face before she lost control and sank into Watson's arms.

Watson narrowed his eyes. "What's so funny? Natasha, I'm serious. This isn't a joke. And I haven't even gotten to the most important part."

"Wait… okay, I'm ready. What's the most important part?"

Watson's gaze darkened. "What's your favorite weapon?"

Natasha hesitated, thrown by the question, but answered instinctively. "Hmm? Wire rope, pocket pistol, electric shock rod, my Widow's Bite, and a few others."

She felt his fingers wrap around her hand, guiding it somewhere. His voice was low and commanding.

"Starting now, you need to add this to your arsenal. And you need to maintain it—daily. No excuses. It has to be in perfect condition at all times. And there can only be one. That's non-negotiable. If I find out otherwise…"

Realization hit, and Natasha smirked. In one fluid motion, she flipped over, straddling him. Her fingers trailed down his chest, tracing every defined muscle as she leaned in, her voice a seductive whisper.

"My soul and body, I swear to my knight, everything I own belongs to you… and I will always protect it. This one and only weapon. And right now… I think it's in need of some maintenance~"

The Next Morning

"Ugh… do you have any other clothes?" Watson muttered, still groggy, as he surveyed the scattered remains of last night's wardrobe casualties.

"Nope~" Natasha lounged on the balcony, draped in nothing but Watson's oversized shirt, sipping coffee like she owned the world.

Hearing his complaint, she playfully squeezed his arm.

Watson exhaled, glancing at her mischievous expression. "…Fine, I'll go buy some. Hmm… 89-65-89?"

Natasha scoffed, tossing him a smug look. "It's 91-63-91!"

She watched as Watson headed downstairs, and a quiet chuckle slipped from her lips. There was still time, still challenges ahead, but she felt victorious. She had secured something rare, carved out a safe space in a world of bloodshed and chaos.

She had found something to hold onto.

Sorry, Fury. Even without using my body, I can still complete missions with my fists.

And if that doesn't work… well, don't blame me for using my "weapon" to get the job done.

Her fingers absently brushed against a scar on her abdomen. Her good mood wavered for a split second.

But she forced herself to shake it off, pulling out her communicator. She still had a delivery to collect from her knight today.

Meanwhile…

Watson stepped outside and was immediately hit with an inconvenient truth—he didn't have a car.

Also… where the hell was the nearest lingerie store?

Sighing, he pulled up a map on his device and zoomed in, scanning for a familiar name—Jett.

Jett was a field agent, stationed to keep an eye on Uncle Polk and Aunt Liya, mostly to prevent another attack on Watson's family like last time.

"He should be around somewhere…"

Watson dialed in. "Hey, you busy?"

"Who?! Ah—Sir!" Jett's voice snapped to attention. Watson heard the distinct click of a safety being disengaged before he even turned around.

By the time Jett had his gun halfway raised, Watson was already pressing it back down with one hand.

"Relax. Good reaction time, though. Now, give me a ride."

"Y-yes, sir. Where to?"

"The nearest women's lingerie store."

A long pause. "…What?"

Elsewhere…

Tony Stark had just returned from visiting Rhodey. His mind was running a mile a minute. He had a plan—a big one. But Rhodey's response had left him with a strange feeling.

"Jarvis, you there?"

A smooth, familiar voice answered. At your service, sir.

Tony cracked his knuckles, then pulled up his console. "I'm starting a new project database. Index number… Mark 2." He swiped the Mark 2 schematics onto a holographic simulation platform.

Should I store it in the Stark Industries database?

Tony hesitated.

"…No. Keep it in my private database for now. There aren't a lot of people I trust these days. And I'm not completely sure yet."

So this is a secret project?

Tony exhaled. "Can't let this fall into the wrong hands. He stays with me… Maybe he can do some good."

A name popped into his head.

"Wait, Jarvis—call him."

"Tell me the wars you're fighting…"

Watson had just stepped out of Jett's car when his phone buzzed. Caller ID: Jarvis.

Tony Stark?

Watson smirked as he answered. "Did our playboy billionaire get himself kidnapped again?"

"As if! Detective, I've got a plan. You in?"

"Oh, let me guess—you want me to test one of your new toys? Something like high-altitude bungee jumping—minus the cord?" Watson chuckled. "Tony, are you trying to set a new record for 'most reckless genius'?"

"…Something like that. Rhodey thinks I need time. But after everything I've been through, I don't think so."

Watson exhaled. "Alright, I'm in. If you need backup, call me. But I'm letting you play with your toys solo—I prefer my own armor. Now, I've got some shopping to do. Later, Stark."

Hanging up, Watson turned to Jett. "Wait here."

He stepped into the store, greeted by shelves lined with silk, lace, and things he wasn't sure how to categorize.

No big deal. Plenty of guys buy lingerie for their girlfriends. Totally normal.

Just then, a perky saleswoman approached him, flashing a bright smile.

"Hello! Can I help you find something?"

Watson took a breath. Here we go.

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