[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

Tony Stark: "Ouch."

Grant Bartook: "Ouch."

Natasha Romanoff: "Although I agree with them, as a colleague, I will not add insult to injury."

Steve Rogers: "I'm so sorry if anyone cares about me making you uncomfortable :D."

"The wound is healed."

Hydera screwed on the medicine jar in her hand, thought for a while, and handed the ointment to Natasha Romanov.

"This is an active bioglue that mimics connective tissue. It can quickly solidify, protect wounds and stop bleeding. It can also promote epidermal basal hyperplasia and accelerate wound healing."

"Thanks."

Natasha Romanoff took over.

"In addition, the activity will continue to decrease after opening, so it must be used up within three hours. It will be completely degraded after that—and the cured part will also be."

Hydera added.

——That is, there is no way to bring it back to S.H.I.E.L.D. for analysis.

The action of the red-haired agent wanting to open the sample suddenly and naturally changed to handing it to other slightly injured agents.

Tony Stark, who had to warn Hydera about his reckless behavior, immediately relaxed.After realizing that the alien girl knew her heart, she just pretended not to see that jar of ointment that shouldn't appear in this era.

"Earlier you said the entire deck and upper floors were gone or sealed off—what did you mean?"

asked the great inventor.

"literal meaning."

Natasha Romanoff sighed.

"The door to the upper floor has disappeared."

"Not only that. We once tried to smash open the porthole leading to the outside of the ship. Every time we smashed, the outside became darker. When the glass was about to shatter, the outside world was completely dark—at twelve o'clock at noon, it was as dark as Clouds over a wilderness where a light doesn't. We can't afford to gamble on the possibility of that stuff pouring in after smashing a porthole."

Steve Rogers explained, and in turn carefully asked about the situation on the great inventor's side.

"You said that you have no memory of entering this mobile satellite launch platform at all... What's going on?"

"Literally, too."

The great inventor shrugged.

"At that time we were still on the fighter plane, detecting at a distance. At first we couldn't find the target at all. Whether it was with the naked eye or conventional detection methods, we couldn't catch anything. In the field of vision, black matter, Quinjet fighter jets , launch platforms, none of them exist, and the sea is very clean. It was not until some small means were used to locate you—the Quinjet fighter jets and mobile satellite launch platforms were firmly trapped by some unknown black matter entrenched between the sea and the sky .

"In my impression, we are still working on detecting the composition of black matter. When we closed our eyes and opened them again, we were lying in the room just now."

It is estimated that the fighter plane they drove was also involved in the black matter.

"I did see something..."

Hydera said uncertainly.

She wasn't sure if what she had captured was real.Because the mimic shell and genetic locks restricted her qualities in all aspects to a relatively balanced level, making her perception system less sensitive and precise.

"There seems to be something on the surface of the sea, just in the dark behind every sun-facing ripple..."

Hydera thought for a while, and gave a somewhat terrifying description.

"Swim like a snake to the shadows of fighter jets on the sea."

She didn't pay attention when she caught a glimpse of it by accident before, she just took it as her own dazzle.

"You seem to know a lot about this shadow that has been chasing us for more than 30 hours."

Natasha Romanov walked up to Hydera and asked seriously.

"Do you know what that is—and why it's sensitive to light?"

"They're not afraid of light."

Hydera shook her head.

"They just don't gather as quickly in the light. The light slows them down, makes them less active, but doesn't kill them. As long as there's enough of it -- as it's doing now, it doesn't matter if there's enough light. Because they can eat even light."

"What the hell are those shadows?"

Steve Rogers couldn't help asking.

"That's not a shadow at all, it's a special kind of creature."

Hydera turned her gaze to the way she came.The room I stayed in before was completely pitch-black at this moment, which made people feel inexplicably scared.

"Almost all species in the universe have an inexplicable fear of the dark, and attribute this fear to factors such as cowardice - but they are wrong, because the fear of the dark is not inexplicable."

She turned to look at the humans who were listening intently to her.

"Have you ever wondered why every child is afraid of the dark? This is unreasonable. It is obvious that darkness is their protective color and safety umbrella during the fetal period. Children should be close to the dark. But even newborns strongly resist being treated. In the dark. They'll keep crying until you put him in the light."

"...Have you watched too many horror movies?"

Some agents smacked their lips, and began to feel that the blonde girl's words were a little unreliable.

"I don't need to scare you on purpose."

Hydera rolled her eyes, silently thinking in her heart that being smart is really a common feature of human beings.

Looking too high and too far away, completely ignoring the problems right under your nose.

"The vomeronasal organ in the nasal cavity of mammals can sense external hormones and currents. Children—especially newborns whose vomeronasal organ has not yet begun to degenerate, have a very sensitive and delicate sensory system, and they can keenly perceive all hidden threats. But as the children grow up, fewer and fewer people are afraid of the dark. This is because the vomeronasal organ that gradually degenerates as they grow up can no longer perceive the danger in the dark, so they will naturally not be afraid of the dark."

"What danger is there in the dark?"

Tony Stark asked.

"The danger is that there are terrible monsters in the dark."

Hydera stood up, thought for a moment, and began to look into the backpacks of the agents.

"Do you have food...preferably meat."

Steve Rogers said without hesitation: "No, this mission is extremely confidential and the location is limited. The mission description requires compressed rations that are tasteless and easy to handle—"

His denials came to an abrupt halt when he saw the agents in the line whipping out snacks.

"I have beef sticks." An agent shook out a handful of mother's beef sticks.

"Beef cubes." After opening the pocket, the beef cubes wrapped in plastic paper scattered all over the floor.

"Ham sausage." There are two flavors: corn sausage and spicy sausage.

"Merlin Luncheon Meat." There's even a can.

"Burger and chicken wings——I went to Burger King before leaving the mission." Some agents even pulled out crumpled Burger King paper bags from the interlayer of their clothes as if by magic.

"You only buy burgers for yourself???"

"It was almost time for assembly when I was in line... I only had time to buy a hamburger and two grilled wings."

"No wonder I always smelled a smell of chicken teriyaki along the way..."

Even the mature, beautiful, wise and calm Agent Natasha Romanov began to dig out tactical bags.

"I have BeefJerkey's beef jerky mix here: BBQ flavor, original flavor, barbecue flavor, as well as periperi, jalapeño, Japanese teriyaki and other flavors."

The only Steve Rogers among them who really only brought compressed rations: ? ? ? ? ?

"It's fine to bring special rations for individual soldiers, at least meat and vegetables can be imported."

The red-haired agent saw the shock of his blond colleague and shrugged.

"It's impossible to eat something like compressed rations, it will choke to death."

At this moment, the expression on Steve Rogers' face was extremely complicated.

"Give me chicken wings."

Hyde pulled out a chicken wing from the kraft paper bag.Looked around, borrowed a piece of rope from another agent, and tied it firmly through the chicken bone.

"Okay."

She approached the darkness and suddenly threw the chicken wings into it.

This moment seemed to be played in slow motion, and everyone watched helplessly——

The chicken wings submerged in the darkness were eaten inch by inch by invisible creatures, exposing the white bones.

After the entire chicken wing plunged into the darkness, Hydera quickly pulled the rope back, with almost no pause in the middle.

But all the meat on the chicken wings had disappeared, not a single shred of meat was left.

"It's a group of creatures... a group of carnivorous creatures."

Hydra shook the clean bones on the rope.

"Vashta Nerada - the piranha of the air, the true shadow of death."

"Washi..."

Tony Stark struggled to straighten his tongue, trying to repeat the awkward name.

"VashtaNerada. Eat everything, light, electricity, sand, plastic, nuclear energy...but their favorite is meat. Where there is meat, there is VashtaNerada."

Hydra said.

"Most planets have them. It's just that this kind of creature is relatively timid, and it is difficult to swarm on a planet illuminated by stars. I have never seen such a large-scale pest, and it has such a strong attack sex."

These pests obviously used this isolated island floating in the sea as their hunting ground.

"If you look carefully, you may be able to catch them with your naked eyes—the strange floating dust in the sun, and the strange light spots that occasionally appear in your sight, are Vashta Nerada."

Grant Bartook had doubts.

"If there was such a thing on Earth, we would have known about it long ago."

"It's hard. Vashta Nerada are usually scavengers and cautious. You take it for granted that children are afraid of the dark. How could you find it?"

Hydera pouted.

"Of course they can't help but eat - that's why people disappear for no apparent reason. Not everyone survives the darkness."

"Surely you know how to deal with them?"

Tony Stark asked.

But to his surprise, the alien girl shook her head.

"There is no way—they live in the darkness. As long as there is darkness, they will not be wiped out."

Hydera said it word by word.

"When encountering the Vashta Nerada, a hunting group, there is only one path to choose, and that is—"

Run, Runfaster.

run away.

The author says:

Reference to "Doctor Who" Season [-] Silent Library.