American Comics: I Am Tall, Rich And Handsome, But I Was Pushed Back By Black Widow

"Is Miss Natasha Romanoff waiting here?"

As Byrne spoke, he raised his head and looked around, completely ignoring the fact that there were only two of them on the empty tarmac.

Natasha Romanoff looked at the little man and remained silent.

There was an embarrassment in the air, but Byrne didn't seem to notice it at all.

He took out his cell phone and kept muttering: "It seems that not all agents are punctual."

Natasha Romanoff was almost amused by him, but she still reached out and pushed a strand of hair from her forehead behind her ear.

"Mr. Byrne, I think we're ready to go!"

"us?"

Byrne asked knowingly.

"That's right, let me introduce myself to the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, Level 8 agent Natasha Romanoff."

Byrne shook hands with Natasha Romanoff again with a confused look on his face, and then followed the woman, who was only as tall as his own shoulders, onto the transport plane nearby.

In the empty cabin, the two of them sat next to each other.

"Tower, please take off!"

"receive!"

…

On the empty tarmac, a gray monster slid, lifted, and soared into the sky!

Wearing headphones, Byrne was still a little uncomfortable with the feeling of riding on a transport plane.

After the plane entered the stratosphere, he took off his headphones, and Natasha Romanoff beside him suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Byrne doesn't seem surprised by my appearance?"

Natasha Romanoff's charming eyes swept across his face.

Byrne raised his eyebrows: "Hmm? How do you say this?"

The 18-year-old boy in front of her made her feel like she was facing an eel, and her hands were slippery.

He didn't take the move, so Natasha Romanoff could only continue to test.

"Byrne, may I call you that?"

Between a frown and a smile, Byrne shrugged: "Absolutely, this is the tradition of the Stark family..."

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows at Natasha Romanoff: "I mean, beautiful ladies should have some privileges, right?"

Then the two started chatting about their opinions on movies, clothes, fashion, and food, but they didn't talk about Tony.

And most of the time, Natasha Romanoff brings up a topic, and Byrne first listens, and then expresses his own opinions at the appropriate time.

There is often a burst of blood, but there is no edge at all.

Under Natasha Romanoff's smile, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes.

The Byrne Stark in front of her was obviously young, but she didn't speak like a young man at all, or rather like an American.

Arrogant? arrogant? opinionated? I want all the benefits!

These American traits are not seen in Byrne at all. Instead, his speech always makes Natasha Romanoff ignore his age.

‘Mysterious Eastern ancestry? ’

Natasha Romanoff can only attribute this maturity to Byrne's different ancestry.

Byrne looked at the former Lucia agent who was constantly instilling American values ​​in him.

There was still a warm expression on his face, but he was cursing in his heart.

‘Black Widow, it seems that its lethality is worth noting. ’

Byrne wanted to roll his eyes at Natasha Romanoff for her implicit intention to join S.H.I.E.L.D.

who is he? Tony Stark's younger brother, a big capitalist!

‘Nick Fury really thinks of himself as a dish? ’

After repeated attempts, Byrne pushed her aside like a shadow boxer, leaving Natasha Romanoff feeling speechless in a rare moment.

‘It seems that we have to change the way. ’

The topic ended again, Natasha Romanoff rubbed her forehead.

Although she knew it, Fury's mission to find out Byrne's background and build a closer relationship didn't seem that simple.

But as a Lucian, Natasha Romanoff can only show that she is more American than American.

"Mr. Byrne, these are the weapons we have prepared for this trip."

Natasha Romanoff changed her approach. She unbuckled her seatbelt and walked to the fixed container nearby. After opening it, a small arsenal appeared in front of Byrne.

Taking out a pistol, Natasha Romanoff easily disassembled it, assembled it, loaded the bullet, and opened the safety.

Looking at Byrne, the conversation she had just had with him made Natasha Romanoff feel that there was definitely a big secret in him.

Compared to rescuing Tony, the old hostage rescue trick, Byrne's fog attracted her attention more.

"Although I don't like some of what Tony said, I think there is one sentence he said that is pretty good."

Natasha Romanoff smiled sweetly: "What?"

"Women should stay away from war!"

Natasha Romanoff's expression changed and she put the weapon in her hand back on the weapon rack.

"Mr. Byrne, are you dissatisfied with me? Because the person here is not Phil Coulson agent."

Byrne played with the gun, raised his eyes and smiled.

"Absolutely not. Since it is Miss Natasha Romanoff, it proves that in the opinion of your commander, Miss Natasha Romanoff is more suitable than Mr. Phil Coulson."

As a descendant of the phobia of insufficient firepower, Byrne has already prepared enough weapons.

Before departure in the morning, Happy delivered all kinds of firearms and body armor to him at the airport as per his request, and they were also loaded onto the transport plane.

It contains some RPG rockets, sniper rifles, grenades, sniper cannons, etc.

In addition to this, yesterday he also put away seven surface-to-air and surface-to-surface missiles, all of which he put into the system Warehouse.

Although the system Warehouse only has fifty slots, it is more than enough to hold these weapons.

"So, Mr. Byrne still doesn't welcome me?"

After listening to Byrne's words, Natasha Romanoff raised her eyebrows. No matter how she pretended, she could not help but show some impatience.

"Definitely welcome, I am definitely honored to have such a beautiful woman like Ms. Natasha Romanoff assisting me."

After saying that, Byrne disassembled and assembled the rifle in front of him in fifteen seconds.

With a click and cocking, he put the rifle down and clapped.

"It's a very good toy. It seems that Hanmo has some new ideas in addition to copying Stark Industries in recent years."

Natasha Romanoff said directly: "Oh! This doesn't look like a college student? Mr. Byrne, maybe you should know something about us?"

"Excuse me, Miss Natasha Romanoff? Who am I?" Byrne rolled his eyes and interrupted directly.

"Byrne Stark."

Natasha Romanoff replied, then she chose silence.

Byrne laughed on the spot. This time, the smile was not just warm, but very unruly: "So, does Nick Fury want me to be his agent?"

"It seems that Congress has given you so much money that Nick Fury has forgotten who the owner of this country is?"

This made Natasha Romanoff roll her eyes very covertly. She would not rush into something like being splinted.

In order to complete the task, she deliberately asked Byrne several times, where did his strength come from?

Byrne glared at her, refusing to accept this idea at all.

"Miss Natasha Romanoff I thought you were a smart person?"

As he shook his head speechlessly, Natasha Romanoff looked at him and then rolled his eyes.

Now that I know you are Stark, you really deserve to be raised by Tony. There is no need to worry about your venomous tongue.

The entire trip from New York to Afghanistan took more than ten hours. After a while, Natasha Romanoff felt bored and fell asleep.

Byrne didn't care and continued to play with the gun.

With J.A.R.V.I.S here yesterday, he didn't dare to show off his strength too much, so he only had to make up lessons at this time.