Capítulo 4: An Anonymous Snitch
Diana's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with thoughts. "What about the slimy looking thing that was on your shoulder last night?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.
Russell hesitated, unsure of how to explain. "It's called a symbiote," he said, trying to choose his words carefully. "I can control its every movement."
Diana's eyes narrowed further, her expression unimpressed. "You told me yesterday that you don't know anything about your power, so then this information is coming from...here," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Russell's face fell, and he let out a sheepish "oops?"
Diana's expression turned angry and pouty, her arms crossing over her chest. "You lied to me, Russell," she said, her voice firm but controlled.
Russell took a deep breath, trying to think of a way to defuse the situation. "I didn't mean to lie, Diana," he said, holding up his hands in a defensive gesture. "I just didn't know how to explain it."
Diana's eyes flashed with a mixture of disappointment and childish pouting, and Russell knew he had to tread carefully to avoid a blowup. "Explain it now," she said, her voice firm but slightly petulant.
Russell let out a sigh, trying to gather his thoughts. "The symbiote is a part of me, Diana," he said, trying to choose his words carefully. "I can control it, but I don't fully understand it."
Diana harrumphed and left the bed, moving her hips hypnotically as she walked to the bathroom. Russell thought about joining her, but she closed the door with a thud.
Russell fell back onto the bed, trying out the symbiote abilities. He lost track of time, experimenting with the black tentacles.
Some time later, Diana came out of the shower, but Russell was still so immersed in his experiment that he didn't notice her until she harrumphed again. He looked up to see her standing in front of him, her expression still pouty.
Russell quickly withdrew the symbiote, feeling a pang of guilt. Diana rushed away, leaving him feeling uncertain.
After grooming, Russell came to the kitchen in pajamas. Diana was already there, wearing a men's white shirt that was one size larger, and her lower body was in the style of "missing bottoms", revealing a pair of slender legs. She was preparing for today's breakfast.
The soft golden sunlight came in from the window and draped over Diana like a veil, making her look holy and indescribably gentle and virtuous. Russell approached her, trying to make amends, and as usual, he hugged Diana from behind.
"Let me prepare the breakfast first!" she cried when his dishonest hands were starting to move restlessly.
"Okay Okay"
A few minutes later, Diana's homemade breakfast came out. Fried eggs, toast, bacon, milk. A very common American breakfast.
After setting the breakfast plate, Russell and Diana sat down face to face.
Just when Russell was about to pick up the fork and enjoy the breakfast that Diana made by herself, Diana looked at him seriously and said slowly, "Prove to me that you can control your new ability."
Russell raised his left hand, palm up, fingers apart. In the next second, black tentacles burst out from the tips of the five fingers.
Under his control, these black tentacles flew to the salt shakers, jam shakers and other condiment shakers on the table. Two of the black tentacles also picked up the knife and fork on the table, and began to spread jam on the toast according to his usual habit, and cut the toast and fried eggs into suitable sizes.
Under Diana's gaze, the knife and fork precisely controlled by the black tentacles delivered the sliced toast and fried eggs to Russell's mouth.
"How about it, is it convenient?" Russell said to Diana while manipulating the black tentacles to feed himself.
Diana's expression turned disgusted. "Your ability looks a little disgusting," she said, her voice laced with distaste.
Russell's face fell, and he withdrew the black tentacles gushing out from the fingers of his left hand.
"Let's not talk about whether this ability is disgusting or not, how did you find me last night?" he asked, trying to change the subject.
Diana put down the knife and fork in her hand and said with a frown, "I was contacted by an anonymous phone number, saying that you kidnapped a reporter, which is life-threatening, and told me your location."
Russell's eyes narrowed as he processed the information. "Know that he kidnapped Eddie Brock, and also know his exact location," Diana said, her voice firm.
Obviously, the person who made the anonymous call had extremely accurate intelligence. Russell's mind was already racing with suspects, but one organization stood out above the rest.
SHIELD!
Although it was possible that someone from another organization could have made the call, Russell's gut told him that SHIELD was the most likely culprit. This world was a bit different from the movie universe world he was familiar with, but one thing was certain: SHIELD was not to be trusted.
He thought back to how Captain America, Steve Rogers, had been dug up by SHIELD seven or eight years ago.
It was strange that they hadn't kept the news quiet, instead choosing to push Captain America into the spotlight. And with that, SHIELD had emerged from the shadows, revealing themselves as a powerful government agency.
Not long after Captain America's "Rising from the Dead" debut, the Fantastic Four had appeared, and Spider-Woman had made her debut four years ago.
It was a strange world, full of superheroes and secret organizations. But one thing was certain: Russell was going to get to the bottom of this, and find out who was behind the anonymous call.
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