Drinks

Spider-Man had been scouring through SHIELD's entire arsenal for three long days, but the vibranium remained out of his grasp. Frustration gnawed at him as he realized he was coming up empty-handed.

After skulking around all day, Spider-Man's spirits sank low. He turned to Christopher, hoping for a way out of this fruitless endeavor. "Maybe you should quit SHIELD for now," he suggested, his voice tinged with desperation. "We can regroup and try again later."

Christopher shook his head, unwilling to entertain the idea. "No way," he replied firmly. "You've got to keep searching at SHIELD."

In truth, Christopher had a different plan brewing in his mind. He could have suggested that Spider-Man capture someone from SHIELD and extract the whereabouts of the vibranium. But the risk of failure was too great; any misstep could tip off SHIELD and send the precious vibranium deeper into hiding.

With Spider-Man's fruitless days of searching stretching on, he reluctantly decided to turn to Natasha for help. "Optimus, get Natasha on the line," Christopher commanded.

"As you wish, sir," Optimus responded dutifully.

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit bar in Los Angeles, Natasha drowned her sorrows in drink after drink. Each sip seemed to taste more of bitterness and regret than alcohol.

Having resigned from SHIELD, Natasha found herself stripped of her former status and privileges. In theory, leaving SHIELD shouldn't have bothered her much; after all, she knew the organization's dark secrets, its ties to Hydra. Yet, it was Christopher's rejection that stung the most.

She had stolen vibranium from SHIELD to aid Christopher, weathering the storm of SHIELD's scrutiny and suspicion alone. And now, Christopher's indifference toward her hurt like a betrayal.

It was unbearable.

If only she could unleash her fury on Christopher at his private island, she thought bitterly, her anger simmering beneath the surface.

Unfortunately, Natasha found herself thwarted in her attempt to visit the private island, guarded by Optimus. So, she resorted to drowning her sorrows at the bar.

Ring ring ring...

Natasha's phone interrupted her thoughts. Glancing at the screen, she felt a surge of annoyance.

"Damn it, Christopher," she muttered, hitting the reject button without hesitation.

Ring ring ring...

The persistent ringing grated on Natasha's nerves as she rejected the call once more. But to her frustration, her phone seemed to have a mind of its own, ignoring her commands.

Then, a flash of white light illuminated her screen, revealing Christopher's face.

"Natasha, hello!" Christopher's voice sounded from the phone.

"Christopher, you've gone too far letting Optimus hack into my phone," Natasha accused, her anger simmering.

"I had no choice. You wouldn't pick up," Christopher retorted.

"Why should I answer your call?" Natasha shot back, her frustration mounting.

Christopher understood Natasha's ire and tried to reason, "Didn't you want to visit the private island?"

It was a desperate move to secure the vibranium.

"At this point, I doubt your island is paradise!" Natasha snapped, attempting to end the call, but her efforts were futile against Optimus's control over her phone.

Resigned to her predicament, Natasha shoved the phone into her pocket and resumed her drinking.

The noisy ambiance of the bar drowned out any sound from her phone's speaker, leaving Natasha undisturbed. 

Christopher, aware of Natasha's location, instructed Optimus to cut the power to the bar.

Swiftly, Optimus manipulated the power grid, plunging the bar into darkness.

The sudden blackout threw the bar into chaos, providing cover for nefarious activities.

Taking advantage of the confusion, two opportunistic gangsters targeted Natasha, drawn to her beauty and allure.

Unfazed, Natasha swiftly incapacitated the assailants with precise punches, her anger fueling her actions. She didn't hesitate to deliver a couple of extra stomps to ensure they got the message.

Two gangsters' lives lay shattered, but Christopher carried on at the bar as if nothing had occurred.

"Natasha, let's talk," Christopher said, his voice cutting through the bar's ambience without any interference from the music.

Natasha grabbed her phone and hurled it to the ground with a resounding crash, reducing the state-of-the-art device to pieces. Oddly enough, only her phone suffered the fate of destruction amidst the untouched gadgets of other patrons.

Seated nearby, Christopher's voice emanated from Natasha's phone, "Natasha, I need to ask you something important. Tell me, and I'll give you Tony's steel armor and the Jarvis system."

"Tony's armor? It's outdated. I'm not interested," Natasha retorted dismissively.

"Let's talk somewhere private," Christopher persisted.

"If you can't find me, I'll be right here. Come to me or leave me alone," Natasha replied arrogantly, forcing Christopher to relent and meet her to quell her fury.

"Fine, I'll be there in a minute," Christopher acquiesced reluctantly.

After ending the call, Christopher instructed, "Optimus, restore power to the bar and get ready. We're heading to Los Angeles."

Dressed in a special suit with telescopic properties, Christopher transformed effortlessly, unencumbered by the fear of damaging his attire. Shortly afterward, he piloted the Transformer to Los Angeles, parking it atop the bar where Natasha awaited.

Descending from the rooftop, Christopher used his spider silk to gracefully land at the bar's entrance. Inside, Natasha sat, nursing her drink.

Approaching her, Christopher took a seat beside her, "I'm here. Let's talk."

Natasha gestured to the bartender, "Get this gentleman a bottle of whiskey, the largest you have."

The bartender obliged, placing a sizable bottle of whiskey before Christopher, anticipating a hefty commission from the sale.

Natasha issued her condition, "Drink this entire bottle, and then we'll talk."

Still seething with anger, she sought revenge on Christopher through this challenge. Christopher, driven by the promise of vibranium, decided to comply.

Standing up, he rested a foot on the chair and grabbed the oversized bottle of whiskey. Christopher drank steadily, impressing onlookers with his prowess as he downed the large bottle without pause.

The bar erupted with admiration, with some patrons even capturing the spectacle on their phones, while others applauded and cheered Christopher's remarkable feat.

.....

Join my exclusive P@treon community for 60+ thrilling chapters!

Free members get two or more advanced chapters for FREE.

Don't miss out, join now!

Link: pa*treon.com/MidnightWonder (Remove the *)