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Natasha brought Anna back to New York, fulfilling her promise to introduce Anna to Shasha.
Shasha did not hide his identity from Anna, as he had already determined that she would be his most trusted intelligence elite in the future, especially since the girl had a great deal of trust in him.
When Natasha found Shasha, he was leisurely spending his time at home, as a bit of relaxation was good for the mind.
As soon as they entered, a white shepherd dog bounded to their feet, cute and panting, with big, adorable eyes looking up at them. This was Beck's first time meeting Natasha and Anna, so he was quite curious.
"When did you get a dog?" Natasha squatted down to pet Beck's head, eliciting a comfortable whine from him.
Shasha, who was watching television, couldn't help but smirk at the question. "Can't you tell this guy is already six months old? I've had him for two months now."
"Well, it seems I haven't been to your place in a long time," Natasha teased meaningfully, her tone more playful than serious.
Shasha was used to Natasha's way of speaking. He turned around and unexpectedly saw Anna behind Natasha. He paused for a moment before breaking into a smile and waving at her. "Anna, come sit."
Anna obediently walked over; she always listened to Shasha's words, and the second person she respected was her current instructor, Natasha. Aside from them, even her parents were no exception.
"How have you been lately? Do you feel like the training is exhausting?" Shasha asked about Anna's recent situation.
Anna shook her head. "Instructor Natasha treats me well; the training isn't too tiring."
"That's good to hear. In another six months, you'll be back by my side helping me out," Shasha said as he gently stroked Anna's long hair. This seemingly ordinary closeness was quite rare for Anna.
Anna smiled and nodded, feeling a sense of peace within her.
Seeing this scene, Natasha couldn't help but feel that this girl probably found peace only when she was around Shasha.
The three chatted for a while, mostly with Shasha asking questions until they finished lunch. Afterward, Shasha saw them off before returning home.
Just as he settled down in his chair, a phone call came in. Shasha glanced at the caller ID and raised an eyebrow.
"Director, what brings you back to me so soon?"
On the other end was Nick Fury, the busy director of S.H.I.E.L.D., who succinctly stated, "Tonight, Stark Tower. You need to come; Tony will be there too."
Before Shasha could ask what it was about, the call ended abruptly.
Putting down the phone, Shasha couldn't help but frown. Why was this guy looking for her? And Tony was here too?
No matter how she thought about it, she would have an answer tonight.
She called Beck over, who sprawled on the sofa, petting her dog while watching TV and sipping beer. When the appointed time arrived, she slowly drove towards Stark Tower.
When it came to spending money, Tony was the best at it—his extravagant and indulgent ways of spending were extreme.
In his words, he could spend his money for a lifetime and still have more left. Why not spend it all before he died?
Entering the Stark Tower, which cost over five billion dollars to build, she quickly ascended from the first floor to the top in just a few minutes.
As soon as she stepped inside, Jarvis's voice echoed, "Mr. Samar, would you like something to drink?"
"Oh, give me a tequila." As soon as she finished speaking, a mechanical arm descended from above, retrieving a prepared tequila from the bar and handing it to Shasha.
"Enjoy your drink."
"Thank you, Jarvis." Shasha raised her glass in salute, took a sip, and then slowly walked further into the room.
"Hey, buddy, you seem to have arrived a bit early." Tony was busy adjusting his suit and greeted Shasha casually. Their relationship made formalities feel unnecessary.
"I heard you gave the military a suit for free?" Shasha referred to the Iron Patriot suit.
"Strictly speaking, I gave that suit to a friend of mine, James Rhodes. You know him." Tony continued assembling parts as an Iron Man glove took shape.
"You really are generous." Shasha rolled her eyes. "Aren't you afraid they'll crack your technology?"
"Give them ten years. By then, my Mark will be in its tenth generation." Tony scoffed as the glove automatically wrapped around his right hand, energy building up in a beam.
"Do you know why Nick called me? He's being all mysterious." Shasha probed.
To her surprise, Tony seemed just as clueless and looked puzzled. "Buddy, if I knew that, I wouldn't have let you come here; I'd just call you directly. If he weren't my father's friend, I'd have kicked him out long ago."
"If your father hears that, he'll kick your ass."
Nick had arrived at some point without either of them noticing—even Shasha, with her keen senses.
At that moment, Tony shot a beam from his hand towards the motionless Nick, which zipped past his ear and hit the target set up by Jarvis.
Nick nodded blandly. "Not bad accuracy, but the power could use some work."
Tony smirked, took off his gloves, and grabbed a drink from the workbench. "What exactly did you call me and Samal here for? If it's something trivial, let's skip it and save us all some time."
"You remind me of your father when he was young," Nick replied coolly. "Just as self-righteous."
Tony's expression turned icy, ready to retort when Shasha interrupted the brewing conflict. "Alright, let's get on with it. I imagine time is something you both are short on."
Tony closed his mouth and gestured for Nick to continue.
"I know you both have your own matters to attend to, especially with your new identities. But have you considered that the threats you need to face aren't just from local or foreign adversaries?"
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