"This guy is truly annoying!" Natasha Romanoff thought, her teeth aching with frustration as Ethan Walker toyed with her.
Despite her annoyance, Natasha knew everything she had was thanks to him. If he left her body, she might revert to being just an ordinary person. Maybe coexisting with him isn't so bad after all, she mused.
"Don't you think that leather jacket is a bit too eye-catching? We need to keep a low profile right now," Ethan said, eyeing the jacket that accentuated Natasha's figure.
The half-exposed curves, wrapped in leather, and her long, shapely legs were a magnet for attention.
"I had a dress, but it got torn," Natasha recalled the dress that Johnson had ripped, feeling a pang of regret. She had only worn it twice and really liked it.
"Go into an empty alley," Ethan instructed.
"What are you planning?" Natasha asked, puzzled.
"Just go in. I won't harm you," Ethan replied indifferently.
Natasha turned and walked into a deserted alley. The black fluid instantly covered her leather jacket, dissolving it. Then, recalling the dress Natasha wore yesterday, the fluid reformed into the dress.
"Wow, you can do this?!" Natasha exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she looked at the dress.
"I can even transform into weapons. Clothes are a trivial matter," Ethan said proudly.
"I won't have to buy clothes anymore! If I see any nice clothes, can you just transform into them?" Natasha asked excitedly.
Ethan: "…" Was he meant for transforming clothes?
## Chapter 7: A Woman's Heart, a Needle at the Bottom of the Sea
"I suddenly realized that having you with me isn't so bad," Natasha said, looking at her new dress with a hint of cheerfulness.
"It's Symbiote! Symbiote!" Ethan retorted.
Natasha pouted, "Right, right, Symbiote!"
Looking up at the sky, Natasha rubbed her stomach, which hadn't eaten for a day and a night, and headed towards a fast-food restaurant.
"I can replicate the genes of others and acquire their abilities. As a top Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., you should know something about that," Ethan said into Natasha's ear.
The more hosts a Symbiote like Venom coexists with, the stronger it becomes.
Moreover, when Ethan was with Johnson, he searched the internet and found no Iron Man, Mutants, or similar entities. If Iron Man hadn't appeared yet, neither had Hulk, Spider-Man, or the Fantastic Four.
Further, Ethan was unsure if this Marvel Cinematic Universe included the X-Men story, so his only certainty was Natasha. Now, the facts proved that choosing her was indeed a good decision.
Half an hour later, Natasha wiped her mouth with a napkin, surrounded by burger wrappers. She had eaten at least twenty to thirty burgers before finally feeling full.
Seeing the stares from people around her, Natasha felt a bit embarrassed. Her appetite was enormous.
For an adult man, two burgers and a cola would suffice. But she had eaten close to thirty burgers and drank several beverages. Although she didn't worry about money, she feared gaining weight!
Thinking of those who gained hundreds of pounds from fast food, Natasha shivered. She didn't want that. A woman, especially a beautiful one, cares most about her figure and appearance.
"I don't remember my appetite ever being this big. It was normal before, but ever since you entered my body, it's surged. Is this because of you?" Natasha asked coldly, narrowing her eyes.
If it was because of him, she'd rather not have this power and would find a way to remove him. She couldn't bear becoming overweight.
"There's a tiny factor. Your energy intake needs to sustain your current activities. With your financial situation, you probably don't worry about food, do you?" Ethan explained indifferently.
"What do you know? Women eat less not because of money!" Natasha was frustrated. She didn't know how to explain to this alien why women eat less.
"Then why?" Ethan asked curiously. "To appear easy to support?"
"You really are an alien. Any girl reaching a certain age eats less, not because of money, but to avoid gaining weight. Fat is a woman's biggest enemy. But even if I explained, you wouldn't understand," Natasha said, dejected, feeling her future was bleak.
Thinking of herself with a hefty figure gave Natasha a headache.
"Oh, you mean you're afraid of gaining weight? You don't have to worry. Even if you ate like a horse, your figure wouldn't change," Ethan suddenly understood. As a straight man, he hadn't quite grasped this. He thought small appetites were just how girls were.
"Hmm? You mean you can prevent weight gain?" Natasha said, surprised, her tone rising.
This caught the attention of those around her. Natasha quickly got up, paid, and left the restaurant. Her heart was still agitated. "I realize now that having you isn't so bad! You can transform into countless clothes and prevent weight gain. Even if I don't want power, I'll keep you."
Ethan: "???"
Ethan was bewildered. Natasha was hesitant before, but now she was embracing it?
A woman's heart is like a needle in the sea; it's unfathomable!
As a single, straight man, Ethan had no idea how much importance girls placed on their weight and wardrobe.
Gaining a few pounds meant dieting, and before going out, they'd try on various outfits, sighing they had "nothing to wear."
Natasha was walking when she sensed someone following her.
As a top Agent, she was sensitive to tracking. She began walking towards less crowded areas.
She wanted to see who was tailing her. She could easily shake them off but needed someone to practice on.
Winding through alleys, pedestrians thinned. The followers revealed themselves.
Footsteps sounded as a dozen burly men surrounded Natasha. Among them were both Black and White men.
One looked familiar to Natasha.
"Boss, it's this girl," a man said, pointing at Natasha with a fawning look.
Natasha remembered. Wasn't this the guy she disciplined earlier? Now he wanted more trouble?
"High-class goods, you. Let us have some fun, and this will end. Maybe you'll like our big guys and serve us for free," the leader said, mocking her.