Chapter 133: The Incident of Getting Drunk

Michael smiled.

“Why are all of you so interested in my love life? Is it really that entertaining?”

“Haah~~”

Michael suddenly turned his head. His eyes became blood-red, his sharp fangs emerged, and his wings unfurled behind him.

Natasha was badly startled. She instinctively retreated several steps and even drew her gun.

But Michael quickly returned to normal. Without even looking at her, he simply continued drinking.

Seeing that he had no intention of attacking, Natasha lowered her guard and put away her pistol.

Michael finished an entire bottle in one breath, then exhaled a powerful cloud of alcohol.

This stuff really packs a punch.

“Is something wrong with your body?”

Michael glanced at her and said, “The urge to drink blood has grown stronger.”

“Does it have something to do with vampires?”

Natasha looked at Michael with concern.

“To some extent, but that isn’t the main cause.”

Michael continued drinking the Water of Life, completely unfazed by its fiery strength.

Natasha placed her hand over his and said earnestly, “Don’t become our enemy.”

“I promise.”

…

The next day, when Michael woke up, he discovered that it was already ten o’clock.

There was a card on the bedside table. He picked it up and read:

“You performed quite well last night. I’m very satisfied. Oh, and I won’t tell anyone, so you don’t need to worry.”

Michael slowly recalled what had happened.

Even the strongest body could not withstand being pushed to its limits. Michael had drunk several cases of the Water of Life and managed to get himself thoroughly drunk. After that, his memories became hazy.

What exactly did I do? I didn’t spout any nonsense to Natasha, did I? I didn’t expose the fact that I was a transmigrator or anything, did I?

“Keisha, big sis, boss lady—what did I do yesterday?”

Keisha replied, “You performed quite well yesterday. Not only did you trick a woman into bed, you kept at it for a full four hours.”

Four hours?

Wait a minute. Are you sure I was the one who tricked Natasha into bed? Wasn’t it the other way around? She was a spy, after all. Using sex to extract information was hardly unusual for her.

“I didn’t say anything incoherent last night, did I?”

“No.”

Michael let out a sigh of relief.

“Then what exactly happened last night? Don’t leave out a single detail. Tell me everything.”

Keisha smiled and said, “After you got drunk last night, you said the greatest regret of your life was never having properly enjoyed yourself. Then you took Natasha out to have some fun.”

“Your first stop was an amusement park. You rode the roller coaster, the teacups, the carousel, the drop tower, and went bungee jumping. Oh, and when you bungee-jumped, you leaped straight down without attaching the cord. You scared everyone half to death.”

“…”

“And while riding the teacups, you lost your balance and thought you had fallen into the ocean. You clung to Natasha’s leg, crying for your mother, and nearly broke it.”

Michael was speechless.

He covered his forehead.

Good heavens. What had I done?

“After that, you took Natasha into the street and started singing, attracting quite a few children.”

Sure enough, getting drunk wasn’t the frightening part. The frightening part was having someone remind you of everything afterward.

“What did I sing?”

“You should ask the Red Queen. Quite a few people probably recorded videos at the scene.”

Michael raised his head and said, “Red Queen, find all the videos about me from yesterday. Find the most popular one.”

“Yes, sir.”

The Red Queen projected a screen. On it was a video of Michael singing in the middle of the street.

“Sir, would you like me to delete these videos?”

He had been singing “Something Just Like This,” a song praising heroes.

It had been written for a terminally ill little boy who dreamed of becoming a hero. His greatest wish was to play Batman.

Although this world had no Marvel universe, it did have the DC universe, along with Superman and Bruce.

In the video, a child shouted at Michael, “I like you! Your cape is just like Batman’s!”

“Forget it.”

Michael wiped his face with his hand, trying to clear his head.

“What happened after I finished singing?”

Keisha said, “After you finished, Natasha dragged you away. Some paparazzi took the opportunity to ask whether the two of you were dating. That question seemed to provoke you, because you immediately blasted the entire paparazzi team away.”

“Nothing serious happened, right?”

“You can say no one died. But they certainly weren’t lightly injured.”

“Damn.”

What was this? This was scandalous material!

Michael found the video of himself blasting the paparazzi away. They flew five or six meters through the air. Since he had not used much force, they were probably only suffering from scrapes and bruises.

“What happened after that?”

“Black Widow dragged you away. When you passed a bar, you wanted to keep drinking. She tried to stop you, but you used teleportation to escape.”

“When she finally found you, you were dancing alone onstage while everyone cheered. Natasha tried to pull you away, but you mistook her for Gwen and launched into an impassioned confession of love. With everyone egging her on, she could only agree for the moment before trying to trick you into leaving with her. In the end, not only did she fail to get you away, you pulled her into a dance.”

“Damn.”

This was going to become another dark chapter in his history. If this had happened in China, he would probably have been branded a scumbag—breaking up with Gwen and immediately finding someone else.

“After you left the bar, you began talking about the unfairness of fate. You said that fate had given you a body but not a healthy one, and given you the chance to recover without allowing you to fully heal.”

Michael immediately became alert.

“I didn’t expose anything, did I?”

“No. Nothing that could be connected to transmigration or anything like that.”

“Good.”

Michael breathed a long sigh of relief.

“Then Natasha began to pity you and kissed you for the first time.”

“Kissed me?”

What? How had that happened? They had kissed just like that?

Well, that was very American. People kissed at the slightest excuse. It was practically standard procedure. In a two-hour movie, if there was no bedroom scene, then the director clearly had a problem.

“What happened after that?”

“She brought you back, carefully poured you some water, helped you undress, and wiped your body down. But you mistook her for Gwen again and launched into another confession, telling her everything about your physical condition.”

“Damn.”

A spy knew the truth now. Did that mean the entire universe would know soon?

“What happened after that?”

“Then you pulled her into bed. She resisted very strenuously, but it had little effect. If her body had not been specially enhanced with willpower far beyond that of an ordinary person, she would never have lasted four hours.”

“…”

Michael stared at the card.

What could he say? As expected of a spy—she had been assaulted and still managed to leave so naturally.

He threw back the blanket and discovered a patch of blood on the sheet.

What was going on? Was Black Widow a virgin? How was that possible? She was a social butterfly who maintained good relationships with every hero.

Wait. There really were not many bedroom scenes in the Marvel movies. Black Widow merely flirted ambiguously with the heroes; there had never been any scenes of her actually sleeping with them.

The Black Widow of this era was only twenty-eight years old. When she first appeared, she was undercover beside Tony, spying on him.

By then, Tony had already reformed and was no longer playing around with women in bed.

Later, during the Avengers era, she flirted with Doctor Banner, but they probably never slept together.

The person she was closest to was Hawkeye. But Hawkeye had a wife and children, and Black Widow would never have an affair with him.

Simply put, Black Widow had only flirted with the others. She had never actually taken things any further.