Chapter 40 Reasons for the Timeline Change

Lyon realized that Natasha was not joking, and stopped smiling.

"...Okay, there's no need to be so serious, I was just joking, and I take back the disrespectful words I just said."

He waved to Benben again: "Xiaoben, come and give this lady some more coffee."

Now it was Natasha's turn to be surprised.

"Are you apologizing to me? This... To be honest, you and I think it's nothing at all."

"Apologize? No, what did you misunderstand? I'm not apologizing, I'm just maintaining my self-cultivation, at least I won't joke about that kind of thing in public." Leon defended.

Natasha's eyes were filled with doubt: "You actually said that... I mean, you are very different, not like a Stark at all!"

"Maybe it's because I have received another education besides Stark?"

Leon raised his glass and clinked it with Natasha, "But no matter how much you praise me, it's useless."

"You invaded here and attacked me. I saved you regardless of the past, but you ended up plotting something bad. Just a verbal apology is not enough."

"...You are right." Natasha smiled and drank the hot coffee, "But I really praised you. This is the first time I have heard such words just now. It sounds really well-educated."

"Thank you for the compliment. This is part of my packaging of my own image." Leon shrugged.

"Such packaging must be very attractive to little girls." Natasha's eyebrows gradually curved.

"Maybe... Then, should we talk about you and the problem of the red house?" Leon put down the coffee cup.

"What do you want to talk about?" Natasha no longer leaned on the workbench. "If this is the compensation you want, I will tell you everything I know."

"I only have one question. How were you controlled by the Red Room a year and a half ago?"

Leon asked the question that had been bothering him for a long time.

He still couldn't forget it.

After all, it was related to his judgment of the universe he was in.

And his treatment of Natasha was also for this purpose.

"How was I controlled..." Natasha held the coffee cup, her expression was a little dazed and struggling.

For her, it seemed like a long time ago.

During the time she was controlled, she committed too many bloody crimes.

In comparison, even those days when she could only act with her own will seemed much better.

For her, asking her to tell her experience at that time was like tearing open the scar from the inside out. It would be better to charge into the hail of bullets directly.

But after struggling with her face, she slowly started to narrate.

"I was trained and reformed in the Red House when I was young. They brainwashed all the girls."

"But I persisted in the brainwashing and retained my own will."

"So when I found an opportunity, I tried to rebel, and then I failed."

Natasha's eyes were so empty. She looked at the coffee shaking in the cup, but her vision seemed to travel back to the past.

"In order to prevent similar situations from happening again, they no longer just brainwashed the girls, but began to use chemicals to control us."

"...That's the process." Natasha said it briefly, as if she was saying that putting an elephant into a refrigerator only requires opening the refrigerator and putting the elephant in.

Leon grasped the key point: "You are so capable, why did the rebellion fail?"

In the original world line, Natasha should have met Hawkeye around 2006, and then launched an attack on the leader of the Red House in Budapest, the capital of Hungary, and finally successfully defected to join S.H.I.E.L.D.

The current situation is completely the opposite.

"You can't imagine the power of the Red House. The widows are all over the world, and no one can resist them."

Natasha's shoulders drooped as if they had lost support. "Almost two years ago, I was attacked by Hawkeye of SHIELD. That was a good opportunity. I tried to get in touch with SHIELD through him."

"But..." She suddenly looked up at Leon.

"Speaking of it, it has something to do with you."

"Me?"

"In 2006, your Stark company released a revolutionary electronic product. The Red House conducted technical reverse analysis from it, and used technical complementarity to update the internal smart devices."

Natasha turned her head away. "So when I contacted Hawkeye, I was monitored the whole time, but I didn't know it."

"At that time, my communication equipment only had ordinary anti-eavesdropping functions."

"How could I have expected that the communication technology of the Red House would explode in just a few months."

Leon's mouth twitched. It seemed that the Black Widow was caught because she was out of date.

The civilian technology in the Marvel world is far behind the military technology.

In 2006, Tony was inspired by him and used many technologies that were previously only used in the military industry to create digital devices.

During that period, Stark Group held a new product launch conference every day.

For a month in a row, Tony advanced the civilian digital device technology that was far behind the world for some reason by at least ten years.

It seemed that the whole world changed from flip phones to smartphones overnight.

Even holographic projection began to appear on the market.

Leon still remembered that Obadiah complained at that time, saying that Tony was exhausting the resources and that good technology should be released bit by bit to harvest more leeks.

"Well, modern technology is like this... It explodes when it is said to explode, it's weird." He took a sip of coffee to cover up his embarrassment.

Natasha glanced at him resentfully: "If Stark Electronics Technology Company could be established half a year later, I might be able to successfully break away from or even destroy the Red House."

"...You're right." Leon continued to drink coffee, "Although it doesn't make sense, it's all Tony's fault. Why did he build a subsidiary for no reason?"

It turned out that there was nothing wrong with the world.

It was the flapping of his wings like a butterfly that blew up a tornado in Hungary.

The butterfly effect can actually affect the timeline...

Leon was speechless, and didn't know why no one had come to the door even though the timeline had changed so much.

It's okay if the Time Management Bureau doesn't come, and Ancient One doesn't come either.

This made him very confused.

However, at present, this world should still be the movie universe he is familiar with.

It can only be said that everything will be fine if it is not a comic universe.

"What happened next?" he continued to ask.

"After my plan to defect was exposed, I was soon besieged by other widows and taken back to the Red House."

"After being imprisoned for half a year, the Red House used chemicals to control me."

"I had no choice at all. Although I still retained my own thoughts over the past year, I have many consciousnesses and I don't know which part is myself."

Natasha said, quietly turning her cheek away and wiping her face with her back to Leon.

"In more than ten months, more people have died at my hands than in the past ten years."

She continued, "There are little boys who can't walk yet, pregnant mothers, and powerful people."

"Until today, my hands are covered with blood." Natasha lowered her head, making it impossible to see her expression.

Leon subconsciously wanted to say something comforting.

But it was obvious that Natasha didn't need comfort.

She was stronger than most people.

But the more this happened, the more painful it was when she was condemned by her conscience.

In fact, if Leon hadn't asked for this information as compensation for Natasha.

Natasha would never tell her past.

Even in the movie, to the Avengers companions whom she regarded as family.

She never mentioned her experience in the red room.

That was a deep wound in her heart.

Compared to tearing open these dusty wounds.

She actually preferred that the compensation proposed by Leon was tit for tat, even if it meant breaking her hands and feet.

"So what are you going to do next?" Leon waved his hand and asked Benben to refill Natasha's coffee.

"Thank you." Natasha thanked Benben and looked at Leon.

"If possible, I hope to get your help."

"I don't want to involve you in this endless war, but can you please help me make some inhibitors."

Natasha said with trepidation: "Or the formula, so that I can save other people, I will definitely find a way to compensate you for your efforts."

Leon touched his chin: "The inhibitor is very simple, but..."

"You seem to be planning to rescue a group of widows first, gather enough people, and then declare war on the Red House?"

To be honest, he hoped that the Red House would be in trouble.

After all, Tony had just exposed the Iron Man Armor, and the other party dared to send Black Widow to sneak into the house for kidnapping.

If Tony held a press conference tomorrow to announce to the world that he was Iron Man.

Then who knows what the Red House will do.

For this kind of force that is looking for death, Leon's choice is to prevent it from seeing tomorrow's sun.

However, it just so happens that Natasha also wants to destroy the Red House, which is a coincidence, and Leon doesn't mind going with the flow.

Natasha stood up straight: "Yes, this is my plan, Mr. Stark, please believe me, I will..."

"Just call me Leon, you have said so much from your heart, we should be considered friends." Leon interrupted.

Natasha paused and nodded: "Leon..."

"Well, listen to me first." Leon tapped the table with his fingers.

"Your idea is good, but it is not easy to implement."

He said, "First you lose contact, and then after you start to act, other widows will also lose contact one after another. The Red House will react soon, and then you will be in a very bad situation."

Natasha shook her head slowly: "I know, but I have to do it, this is my... responsibility!"

"Responsibility..." Leon thought for a while, "Now that you say that, I have an idea, a win-win, no, a win-win-win idea!"