Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Hearing Peter's sarcastic remarks, Natasha couldn't help but feel a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

Young people these days are really not cute at all.

What else is called "auntie"? What is called "dog leash"?

That's a really harsh way to put it!

I'm still working for S.H.I.E.L.D., can you please show me some respect? (The book uses the cinematic universe setting, meaning Black Widow was born in 1984.)

However, she was, after all, a seasoned ace agent, and she had anticipated many scenarios before coming, including the possibility of the target being extremely uncooperative.

Furthermore, since she wasn't a native American and didn't feel much of a sense of belonging to America, she didn't feel offended at all.

Seeing that there was no longer any need for secret probing, Natasha relaxed.

She adjusted her posture, leaning slightly forward, and lazily rested her delicate chin on one hand, her emerald green eyes scrutinizing Peter with interest:

"Well, it seems I really did go through unnecessary trouble earlier."

"How about this, you tell me all the conditions you're willing to meet to join S.H.I.E.L.D., and I can report them to my superior without missing a single word."

"If there are any disagreements during this process, I can take you to see him directly after school so you can talk it out face to face."

Natasha felt she had been very kind and approachable.

But Peter did not soften his stance, and his words remained as blunt and incoherent as ever:

"Forget about me joining S.H.I.E.L.D., I'm not going to join any organization."

Peter leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped in front of him, his expression utterly indifferent.

"I don't want to be bound by anyone or any rules."

"Therefore, at most I can only establish a cooperative relationship with you."

"I can help you solve some problems that you can't handle, but you must pay me a satisfactory fee after the job is done."

The air in the office seemed to freeze as soon as he said that.

Natasha's fingers, which were supporting her cheek, stiffened slightly. She felt that Peter was simply outrageously arrogant.

Not wanting to join any organization or be subject to any constraints?

Who does this high school student think he is? God?

Does he think he can fight against the whole world just by having the superpower to restore objects?

How naive!

Peter could guess what she was thinking, so he spoke directly:

"I know what you're thinking. You think I'm an arrogant idiot, right?"

"Agent Natasha, I hope you understand one thing..."

Peter stared intently into Natasha's eyes, a gaze that even made Natasha, a seasoned agent accustomed to grand occasions, feel immense pressure.

"My confidence stems from my strength!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly opened his right hand.

Om-!

A rapidly spinning blue energy ball appeared out of thin air, emitting a piercing buzzing sound that distorted the surrounding air!

That violent and pure energy fluctuation made the hairs on Natasha's body stand on end instantly!

What is this?!

Before she could react, Peter casually slammed the "Rasengan" onto a nearby desk.

hiss hiss hiss~

It didn't even cause a terrifying explosion.

The sturdy solid wood desk was as if it had been sucked into a black hole, and in the blink of an eye it was shredded into wood chips all over the floor!

After smashing the desk, Peter reached out his hand towards the pile of wood chips.

The next second, a soft white light enveloped the pile of wood chips, and soon a perfectly intact desk, without even a scratch, appeared out of thin air.

The office was deathly silent.

Natasha's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Even her heart, hardened by countless rigorous training sessions, couldn't help but beat rapidly at this moment.

She finally understood where this kid's confidence came from.

Destroy...and then restore...

This is almost comparable to the power of a god.

If she possessed such magical powers at Peter's age, she would probably be even more arrogant than Peter.

After a long while, Natasha finally came to her senses. She looked at Peter again, her voice trembling slightly, a tremor she herself was unaware of:

"Are you... really human?"

Upon hearing this question, Peter couldn't help but laugh:

"Of course."

He chuckled softly, and to Natasha's astonishment, suddenly grabbed her right hand, which was resting on her knee.

Natasha instinctively tried to resist, but Peter's hand was as fast as lightning and his strength was beyond imagination, making it impossible for her to break free.

Then she saw Peter place her hand on his heart.

"If you don't believe me, you can check it yourself."

Through the thin fabric, the warmth of her body and the strong, powerful heartbeat were clearly transmitted to Natasha's palm.

Feeling Peter's firm pectoral muscles, Natasha was taken aback at first, then a hint of barely perceptible embarrassment and annoyance appeared on her face.

Is this little brat... flirting with me?

With this thought in mind, a feeling of not giving up arose in her heart.

It's just touching!

Touch me if you want!

Then, her hands actually started to roam quickly over Peter's body.

Chest muscles, biceps, abs... cough cough, it would be impolite to touch them any further.

Seeing that Peter remained unmoved, Natasha ultimately did not allow her hand to continue downwards.

He forced back his displeasure and a hint of inexplicable emotion, and said:

"Okay, I'm sure you're a real human being now. Also, I can relay your request to my boss. Feel free to make any requests you have."

"My request is very simple." After Natasha released his grip, Peter slowly extended three fingers:

"First, they are not allowed to disturb my normal life, and they are even less allowed to send people to monitor me. Otherwise, I will make them pay the price."

Natasha nodded: "I understand, we will withdraw all peripheral personnel."

"Secondly, I will only communicate with you and the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Without my permission, you are not allowed to reveal my identity to anyone, including other members of S.H.I.E.L.D., as well as the government and military."

"This..." Natasha looked troubled. "This might be a bit difficult. Director Fury also needs to report to his superiors."

"I don't care what you do, I'll just state my demands. If you can't meet my demands, the cooperation will end immediately."

Natasha: ...

After mentally grumbling once again about how difficult it is to deal with such a brat, Natasha nodded gently.

"I understand. I will relay your request to my superiors as truthfully as possible."

"Very good." Peter nodded in satisfaction, then said:

"Finally, and most importantly."

"I request that you send your professional agents to protect my guardians, Ben Parker and May Parker, with the highest level of security while I am away from home."

Furthermore, don't even think about controlling me through them. If any of you dare to have any improper thoughts, I guarantee you'll die a very rhythmic death!