"Know you? You can say that... but I'm afraid you are not the same person as you in your own eyes." Natasha chuckled, "Get out of the way, Wendy."

Wen Xin thought that Black Widow really knew her.

"You can call me Wen." She corrected Natasha's name to her, "I prefer others calling me Wen."

Then she moved away as Natasha asked.

With a whoosh, a small thing was nailed to the window frame. Wen's reaction speed could not keep up with the speed of the thing. She looked down a little slow, and then she realized that it was a small grapple hook with a translucent thin line connected behind it.

It's a bit like a spider silk... I wonder if the little spider is happy at the headquarters of Avengers recently?

If you have time, go see him. Wen Xiang, she intuitively knew that she could enter the heavily guarded Avengers headquarters, but if she was discovered, there might be some minor consequences...

Natasha noticed that Wen was distracted again.

She laughed meaningfully, and supported her hand by the window, and jumped out of the room simply and landed steadily on the translucent silk thread.

Wen opened his mouth wide: "..."

Before she could scream, Natasha had already stood firm.

temperature:"……"

She shut her mouth and pretended she hadn't made any fuss, while Natasha had already trotted from the silk thread halfway.

Whenever she took a step, the thread trembled slightly, like a branch floating on the sea, while Natasha was a bird crossing the sea while stepping on it.

This is more than fifty floors, isn’t she afraid of it?

Wen stared at Natasha, stepping lightly on the translucent thread, then turned over and fell into the room by rubbing her skin.

"You are so awesome." Wen sighed and applauded Natasha warmly.

"Just a little trick, you can do it too." Natasha leaned towards Wen, "Do you want to try it?"

Wen: "..." Why do you make things so difficult for me?

She directly denied Natasha's opinion.

"I don't think I can do it."

"Why? Are you afraid of heights?"

This is not a question of fearing heights or not. It is a question that adults are unlikely to be afraid of this height…

But I recalled how she felt when she was held in Spider-Man and leaping over a tall building in New York, and how she felt when she was sitting on the plane and felt that weightlessness.

Wen has to admit: "I am not afraid of heights, on the contrary, I like heights."

"Then why not try?" Natasha said something, "You don't like being regarded as a weak person all the time, right?"

You are not wrong. As a salted fish, I don’t care at all that you, the superhero who writes as non-humans, are regarded as weak by you.

Wendy sneered: "I am not a weak person, but compared to people like you, I am just an ordinary human."

temperature:……

Wen: Wait, when did you start controlling your body? Why didn’t I realize it at all?

Wendy did not answer her, but also followed Natasha's movements, holding the window frame and jumped outward. As Wen's "Ahhhhhh" screamed in his head, he landed on the silk thread with a ballet dancer's standard grounding posture, and fell lightly on the silk thread.

The so-called standard floor-standing posture of a ballet dancer means that her body is completely straight.

Wen felt her heart beating wildly.

Why is Wendy obviously a weak chicken but not afraid of heights at all? No, although this is not afraid of heights, the current state of this body has nothing to do with "not fearing"!

Maybe it's because Wendy is now controlling the body, and the changes inside the body have become clearer in the feeling of warmth.

The blood boiled in the blood vessels, and then rushed to the limbs desperately, her body began to heat up, and she began to feel the tingling and itchyness on the surface of her skin. The force continued to flow from her heart to her fingers and toes. In the suffocation, the sense of control that could completely control the body was so strong that Wen believed that she could do anything.

Just when Wendy thought Wendy would do something to prove that "I am not a weak person", Wendy gave up this control without hesitation.

temperature:"……"

She began to want to cry.

——Dance.

No, no, no, no, no, don’t joke, you want to dance yourself! I can’t do it!

——No problem, you can do it.

You said it lightly how could this ragged body be able to do it!

Wen hovered on the silk thread, maintaining balance tremblingly, wishing to curse Wendy in her heart a thousand times, but her heartbeat became increasingly dense, almost jumping out of her chest.

The ribs were squeezed and painful by the sharp contraction and bloating heart.

But after standing for a while, her mood gradually calmed down and she really began to feel that she could do it.

...No! It's still impossible!

Wendy! Wendy, don’t leave the mess for you, Wendy! Didn’t we agree that you are the one who handles the mess?

——We never said that this is better.

——Now, jump!

He raised his arm like a warm conditioning reflex.

Natasha, who had been standing by the window holding her hands, raised her eyebrows.

Wen was actually scared to death. She didn't joke. She knew what she was in now. There was still a difference between phobia and ordinary fear. The difference between the two was probably the same as cough caused by choking by dust and coughing caused by fever and colds.

The panic caused by phobia is completely uncontrollable.

But there is still a clear boundary between uncontrollable and controllable.

Wen kind of understood why Wendy let her control her body.

Maybe it was because she traveled through time? Many of the symptoms of this body had not had a particularly serious impact on her. Although she could feel the fear and pain, the part she could feel was very mild.

Wendy was responsible for most of the pain, and she just helped Wendy share a little bit.

But they got the same amount of things from their phobia. For example, at this moment, her thinking was particularly sensitive and her reaction ability was particularly strong. She could hear the noisy voices coming from her feet, and even the people could suck the empty drink cups into sucking.

Wen raised his arm, raised it to his side, and then stood on tiptoe and began to rotate.

The vertical rotation of ballet requires the toes to be upright to the maximum. The smaller the contact surface between the toes and the ground, the smaller the friction force, the more effort it will be, and the more beautiful it will be.

Wen stood on the silk thread and felt that only the tip of his big toe had a contact surface.

...This place is too high, everything under your feet has turned into a large cone with a pointed top and a large bottom. The deformation caused by the change of viewing angle is weird and wonderful.

She turned very fast, and the world turned into a kaleidoscope in her eyes.

...It is never easy to press the weight of the whole body on such a tiny area, but it is really so easy to do.

Wen straightened her knees and spine and used the movement of legs to drive her body. She bent her legs and hugged her arms when she turned, and stretched her hands when she flipped her legs. At the end of each turn, she only had a slight pause to rest instead of falling to the ground with her whole foot.

Is her posture elegant and stable enough?

Is her dance as confusing as a black swan?

Wen did not consider these things at all, and the world became a bizarre kaleidoscope, and her heart was filled with music.

She closed her eyes and imagined herself as a vertical axis, and the force she turned when she was dismantled and decomposed by every part of her torso. The muscles were tight and relaxed, as if countless tiny precision gears were rotating and biting in her body, and her toes were a long nail, firmly nailed in place.

This is the most famous whip swing in ballet.

The elegant and noble dance posture is full of explosive power. When the long legs pass through the air, the dancer still stands with his head high, and his posture is soft and vigorous.

It is said that the most wise ballet dancer can dance on the flour-scattered ground, leaving only the size of a coin on the flour after thirty-two whip turns.

Wen knew she could do better.

Do you like ballet Wendy? I like ballet, so I know you don't like it. At least you don't like it that much. Are you true that you say you want to do the best in everything you do?

I don't believe it because I'm not that kind of - I don't have to just live in everything.

You don't want to be the best in everything.

At least it’s not in ballet. You don’t dance ballet for your own winning or losing heart, I can feel it.

Who are you doing things you never like?

These thoughts lingered in Wen's heart, but only occupied a small part of her thoughts. She put more experiences on ballet and felt that she became a tree, trembling and swaying in the hurricane.

She imagined branches and vines growing on her body, and every branch and leaf was growing out with all her strength against the wind, while her toes grew up like a thin net root system downward, holding the soil firmly; she imagined that every step of her nourishment was full of hardships, and every leaf of her was struggling desperately to avoid being thrown away from the branches, and was forced to ripen prematurely for the comfort of every ray of sunshine; she imagined life...

Strangely, she didn't feel how beautiful life was.

Natasha gave her applause without hesitation: "Great! You danced very well."

"It's okay." Wen said honestly, she tiptoed and walked towards the window along the trembling silk thread, "Someone jumped better than me."

Wendy dances better than her, absolutely. She doesn't think about anything when she dances, and Wendy will think about how to express herself.

Natasha picked up Wen's waist with both hands and hugged her from the air.

Wen looked down at Natasha in surprise, her eyes widened: "Hmm? What are you doing?"

"A hug?"
To be continued...