The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3687: The Mercury Age (7)

Chapter 3687: The Mercury Age (VII)

In a mansion on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, New York, Pepper is choosing clothes for Natasha in her fitting room, helping her style her for a date night.

Perhaps surprisingly, Natasha's private life is very simple. Her wardrobe is mostly made up of casual clothes, and there are no formal dresses for major occasions.

As a beautiful female agent, she does need to wear beautiful clothes to sneak into some formal occasions. But the dresses she wears at these times are work supplies of SHIELD, not her personal property.

Before carrying out such undercover missions, professional agents would investigate the target and fully understand his life and preferences. Based on this information, they would create an image that is most likely to attract his attention. Then a professional stylist would style Natasha. The hairstyle, clothes and accessories she wore were not based on Natasha's personal aesthetics, but were designed by a professional team.

Normally, Natasha rarely dresses up when attending her friends' parties. She usually just wears a T-shirt and jeans, and no one minds it. Everyone is used to it.

So, now she was suddenly asked to dress up to fully display her charm. She didn't have any fashionable clothes or jewelry at the moment, so she could only ask Wanda and Pepper in the group where they bought their dresses.

Obviously, this relatively high-end dress needs to be custom-made. Even if the ready-made dress you can buy in the store is well-cut, the fabric may be exposed, not to mention the matching jewelry. If you don't customize it a year or two in advance, it won't match the clothes at all.

Of course, among Natasha's group of mothers, Pepper has the most dresses, because she has to attend too many grand occasions. And most of the dresses are luxurious and solemn, which suits Natasha's temperament very well.

The only problem is that their figures are quite different. In fact, they are about the same height, but there is a significant difference in three dimensions. And Natasha can't wear the dress that is customized according to Pepper's figure.

So the two of them called Wanda over to act as fairy godmother and used her magical scarlet magic to adjust the size of the clothes to a perfect fit.

Natasha threw the black dress she had been wearing out of the dressing room, and reached out to take the silver sequined dress from Wanda's hand. The moment she came out after changing, Pepper and Wanda both exclaimed.

"Wow!" Wanda said with wide eyes, "Pepper is right, this one suits you so well. Why on earth would you prefer dark clothes? Light colors are obviously better."

"Maybe it's because my name is Black Widow." Natasha shrugged. She walked to the mirror and looked at herself. She was also a little surprised. She was wearing a very simple silver suspender sequined long dress. The dress was about calf-length, without any other unnecessary complicated decorations, but it was cut very slim.

"There's no doubt that this light-colored, shiny, fitted dress is perfect for you," Pepper said. She stood behind Natasha, looked at her in the mirror, and said, "This figure is simply amazing."

Wanda also walked around her and said, "How do you fit so many organs in your abdominal cavity when your waist is so thin? What's the principle? And the muscle lines on the side. Why can't I do more than 100 crunches every day and the lines are not so smooth?"

"Okay, girls, have you forgotten?" Natasha spread her hands helplessly and said, "I am a genetically modified person, just like Steve. I lie on the operating table and wake up like this. This is not something you can learn."

Natasha turned around and around in front of the mirror, twisting her head and shoulders to pose, seeming to find it a bit novel. For most of her life, she had never worn such shiny clothes.

When she was young, she was mainly involved in combat missions and wore combat uniforms. Later, her image was mainly based on mystery and sexiness, mostly dark-colored skirts with high skin exposure and heavy makeup that highlighted her facial features.

"Oh my god, this makes me look like a girl in her 20s." Natasha sighed, "The kind who quarrels with her parents, runs out to the bar in the middle of the night, meets an unreliable boyfriend, breaks up with him after dating for two months, and then drags her little sisters to cry on the bar."

Wanda was full of question marks: "What kind of description is this?"

But Natasha is obviously very satisfied with this new style. After all, she was not very old when she received the transformation, and could even be considered a girl. It was only because of her three-dimensional features and beautiful face that she looked more mature. But no one doesn't want to look younger.

"I know what the problem is," Pepper said. "The hair."

Natasha turned her head to look at her and smoothed her red hair. She had natural wavy hair, but perhaps due to genetic modification, her red hair was very dark, even purple, and combined with the slightly pale skin of the Slavic race, she had a strange sense of mystery.

"Have you ever tried straightening your hair?" Pepper said, crossing her arms. "It's just straightening your hair and letting it down. It's better to make it longer."

Natasha looked at Wanda. Wanda snapped her fingers and brushed her hair, which was straight, long, and healthy. Natasha looked back at the mirror.

"Wow." She couldn't help but exclaim.

"You look like a character from Ghost in the Shell." Wanda walked to her side and said, "A very beautiful female robot, but the kind that can shoot lasers from its chest at any time."

Natasha couldn't help laughing. Her straight and meticulous long hair would reduce her lifelike appearance and make her look a little more inhuman. Combined with her overly three-dimensional facial features, she really looked more like a beautiful doll made by humans.

But I have to admit that this hairstyle matches this skirt really well. Even without makeup, she is already very beautiful and impactful.

"Then get another pair of shoes. Don't wear those scary high heels of yours. They don't suit this style at all. I think this pair is nice." Pepper directed the butler to take out a pair of silver pointed lace-up shoes from the shoe cabinet on one wall. The heels were basically no big deal, only two or three centimeters.

After Natasha changed, Pepper handed her another bag. Natasha took it in her hand, looked at it and said, "Is this Hermès?"

"No, no, no, this is Chanel. Hermès is a bit too heavy and not suitable for your outfit today. Chanel's new model is good, and the silver hardware is just right for your dress today."

Pepper is obviously quite knowledgeable about clothing matching. She has an image manager who is in charge of the cloakroom, two stylists’ assistants, two dedicated makeup artists, and five or six people who are all under her command.

Natasha fixed her hair in front of the mirror and looked at herself in the mirror. She sighed and said, "I look like a 19-year-old. It's hard for me to imagine the expressions of Nick and Coulson when they see me now."

"Then you should film it and show it to them!" Wanda immediately raised her voice and said, "Even if you are an employee of S.H.I.E.L.D., you should have some private life instead of wearing that black combat uniform all day. You should spend more time enjoying life."

Natasha opened her mouth as if to refute, but in the end she said nothing. She fell into her memories, stood there in silence for a while, and then said: "This is a very new thing for me. I have been learning how to obey orders for the first half of my life. Sometimes I feel that I don't exist, but something that is piled up by one instruction after another."

"Oh! God! Of course not!" Wanda walked up to her and said, "At least that's not the story I heard about you."

"What kind of story did you hear, girl?"

"I heard from Dr. Schiller that you were an idealist when you were young, and then you became an excellent fighter through your own efforts. Of course, I know that to become strong and excellent, you must go through a lot of boring training, but this does not mean that you will lose yourself in these trainings. It is the knowledge and skills you learn in this process that become a part of you, not you becoming them."

"Maybe." Natasha said with a smile.

“I’m a little confused.” Pepper came over to help her adjust the straps on her shoulders, then said, “Your attitude towards Bucky is weird. If you were forced to separate when you were in the honeymoon period, you should be happy to be together again now. Why do you…”

"What's wrong with me?"

"Of course, I'm definitely not saying that you shouldn't stay single. It's just that if you want to refuse, you can refuse firmly, or even beat him up, so that no one dares to persuade you anymore. This is more like your solution. But you didn't, you wanted to meet him and even dressed up for it. I really don't understand it."

"That's a long story." Natasha pursed her lips and said, "Do you think we really loved each other back then?"

"Aren't you?"

"Maybe there was a moment when it was. But maybe we were not forced to separate, but just chose to accept it at the same time."

"Why?" Wanda couldn't help asking, "I actually wanted to ask this before. You two were fully capable of disobeying orders at that time, right? Even if you didn't resist violently, you always had a chance to escape, right?"

"That's why I said it's a long story." Natasha moved a stool for herself, sat next to the mirror and said, "I received the most orthodox communist education since I was a child. We call everyone around us comrades, and except for the different division of labor, we are equal in personality. We fully respect everyone's opinions, but everyone is willing to contribute enthusiastically to the collective."

"I am not only willing to accept transformation, I am passionate about it and I desperately hope that I can be elected, because then I can also contribute to this great collective. I can serve my motherland and make it better."

"I thought this way for a long time before and after I was reformed. I thought I would become a better person and meet many better comrades. I would meet a partner who resonated with my soul, and we would work together to build the motherland."

Although Natasha's tone imitated the lightness, liveliness and hopefulness of her youth, Wanda felt vaguely uneasy, because as latecomers, they had long known that the motherland that Natasha loved so much had completely disappeared in the torrent of history. So, perhaps all the beautiful things she described now were just illusions.