[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

Grant Bartook was no fool.

On the contrary, if his elder brother is not too good, Grant Bartuk must be the most proud child in the family.

He's an adult so he knows what Mrs. is doing.Madam wants to crush his soul, break his spine, crush his bottom line, engrave Madam's name on every inch of him, and turn him into Madam's dog completely.

But Grant Bartook thinks...

It's ok.

yes, that's ok.The young Grant Batuk also thought a lot: for Madam, his obedience is indeed the first requirement, but Madam just doesn’t know or trust how much he respects and loves her. Once she knows, she won’t want to destroy him. His ego was gone, because a man with his own judgment was far more useful than a dog.So it's okay, he'll try to prove his devotion to the lady, he'll prove his worth.At the same time, he won't just be destroyed, kneaded and flattened, he knows what the lady is going to do, so he will try to keep his own part from this training that wears away the past.

Then prove yourself.

He is different.

Madam finally noticed the difference in him.

She began to look at him frequently, she began to talk to him frequently, she began to smile at him frequently, and she began to guide him to complete the task frequently; she could perceive the difference of Grant Bartook throughout the entire base.

Subsequently, Grant Bartuk suffered more and more injuries.

But as Madam said, it's a badge of honor.

"I haven't met such a cute child as you for a long time."

The lady helped him apply the medicine, and smiled while stroking the bruises on his body.

"My Grant... my little soldier, you are really interesting. Meeting you finally made me not so boring."

Grant Bartook liked it when Madam said that.The young boy was always a little shy in front of the gentle lady, but he couldn't restrain the ripples of happiness from the corners of his mouth and eyes.

"Have I grown into what my wife likes?"

asked the bold boy.

Whenever he asked, Madam would pat his head.

"almost."

The woman with dark green hair smiled deeper.

"......almost."

In the second year of Grant Batuk's training at the Madame Hydra base, on Christmas, Madam gave Grant Batuk a special gift.

Grant Batuk looked at the baby dog ​​who was still in the swaddle and couldn't even open his eyes, with a shocked expression.

It was a majestic Scottish Shepherd in the future.

The teenager knew it at a glance.

Although the Scottish Sheepdog isn't the best breed of specialty dog, it's something Grant Bartook likes: gentle, friendly, considerate, and above all, loyal.But he didn't talk to anyone.His adoptive father George Batuk warned him before that as an agent, he can have preferences, but he cannot have real preferences.So Grant Bartook just pinned a photo of a beautiful Scottish Shepherd on the photo wall of his dormitory very restrainedly, and disguised it as an ordinary decorative photo without any meaning.

But it was discovered by the careful wife.

"Congratulations on passing a year of training."

The lady stood beside him, staring at the little guy in the incubator with the boy with bright eyes, and said softly.

"As a celebratory gift along with a Christmas present...it's yours. Give it a name."

"Duke."

Grant Bartook didn't hesitate.

Hearing the boy's name, Lady Hydra's beautiful dark green eyes slightly widened.

"...name it Duke? Are you sure, Grant?"

"Actually, it's not just the Duke," Grant Bartuk scratched his cheek shyly, "it's also about the Duke."

A teenager craving companionship wants this handsome Scottish Shepherd to be his friend, bro.

"That's it."

Madam's eyes gradually filled with a narrow smile.

"Then call it Duke, don't change it."

... Then Grant Bartook finally understood why the lady said that.

Because the brothers that the young man thinks of are actually brothers and sisters (.

By the time Grant Batuk found out that the majestic Duke Duke had no balls, it was too late. The lady bad-heartedly decided on this name, and even gave Duke a dog tag.

—The most handsome Duke, sir.

...it says so on the sign.

Grant Batuk, who couldn't laugh or cry, put a dog tag on the little girl half helplessly and half touched, and also put the little duke, who can only grunt, on his heart.

The duke was the first thing that really belonged entirely to Grant Bartook, and the first thing the lady gave him—no, it wasn't a proper thing to call it a thing, it was a companion that the lady gave him.

Grant Batuk raised Duke carefully: he took Duke out for a run every day, trained Duke to obey the password, prepared different food for Duke at different stages, and combed Duke's beautiful coat in the morning and evening.Soon Duke became a handsome girl with a pair of beautiful brown eyes, strong and thick beautiful fur, well-developed and smooth muscles, and a gentle and lively personality.

"What a little angel."

Madame often sighs.

Grant Bartook thought so too.

Duke was like an angel: she would squat aside during Grant Bartuk's training, quietly watching him with those clear, bright almond eyes, and trot over after training to lick his bruises gently ;

She would squat outside the room when Grant Bartook was sentenced to confinement, and run in as soon as the door opened, nuzzling his neck soaked in cold sweat with her wet nose;

When Grant Bartook was insomnia, she would lie down docilely beside him, sweeping his back with her very precious big tail that no one would touch, comforting him with her soft fur and warm temperature Grant Bartook cramp from training;

Though she had the temper of a little girl, and liked to play in the water, and to jump, and to lick Grant Bartook, she neither barked nor quarreled, and walked lightly and swiftly, with the grace of a true duke of some country. , and loyal, will appear whenever and wherever Grant Bartook needs, as long as he calls.

Grant Bartook loved Duke, and Duke loved Grant Bartook.

Year after year, until the last Christmas at the end of the five-year training period, Grant Bartook had grown from a teenager to a young man, Duke had grown from a kid to a very attractive girl, and Mrs. He looked like a girl, smiled casually, and spoke in an unhurried manner.

"Duke is already this big."

Grant Batuk stood next to his wife, watching the healthy girl running happily in the snow, bumping her head into a snowdrift, and sneezed and shook her head because of the snow. Hearing this, he looked at the lady next to him, but Couldn't hold back the smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Do you remember, ma'am? Four years ago today you gave her to me as a Christmas present, and now Duke is four years old and is a grown girl."

"It's been four years."

Madam nodded, "You have been here for the fifth year."

"Speaking of which, the training period you stipulated is five years..."

Grant Batuk smiled and stared at the bright dark green beside him. In five years, he had changed from a gloomy, rebellious boy with an impatient face to a tall, calm and handsome young man. He stood beside his wife , like a loyal knight.

"Five years have passed, have I met the standard in your heart now? Is there still a final assessment?"

When Grant Bartook asked this sentence five years later, he would no longer use words such as "like" and "satisfied".When these overly straightforward words were blurted out, they exposed the user's anxiety and desire, as well as his once dry and fragile heart.

The current Grant Bartuk is less of the youthful clumsiness he used to be, and he is completely able to ask questions confidently and calmly, and even jokes with his wife.

He is walking step by step to the side of the boss he admires and protecting her.

"There is indeed a final assessment...but you are so impatient? I don't think you will like my assessment method."

Lady Hydra slowly raised the corners of her lips, and instead of looking at the young man next to her, she stared at the brown color running away in the snow.

"My long-cherished wish is to stand by your side."

Grant Bartook said.

"Now that you've said that...it's about time for the finishing touches."

Mrs. Hydra said to herself, the ending sound drifted into the air, and there was no more words.

Grant Batuk did not urge, but stood quietly by the side, waiting for Madam to speak again.

Lady Hydra specially built the training base in the mountains.In this vast and uninhabited forest outside the base, there was no sound, only the occasional clusters of snow falling, and his own almost non-existent breathing.

"Grant, hear my order—"

The lady finally spoke.

Time seemed to be slowing down in this silence: Grant Bartook saw his wife opening his mouth at a slow speed, his thoughts were spinning slowly, and his hand was the only one in this slowness that maintained a normal speed and even almost something faster.

"boom--"

A loud bang broke the silence, and time returned to normal.

Grant Bartook blinked and looked down at his hands.

In his hand, he held the gun that had just been inserted in his pocket.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed steadily into the depths of the forest.

He did not hesitate to carry out his wife's order.

as usual.

"Ouch-"

A sharp and mournful whine reached his ears.

"......lady?"

The young man's lips touched up and down, but he couldn't make any sound other than breath sounds.

"Mylittle Guerrant...Poorlittle solider...this is my test."

The lady standing next to him sighed softly.

"You want to satisfy me and be yourself. As a result, you see, this is the price you want from both sides. The result of being too greedy is that you can't do anything well: you hide from me, you are not loyal to me; you shoot , not loyal to Duke. You look down on other people who want to be my dog, but you are not as good as a dog, at least the dog will not kill his own partner."

The lady who gave the order just now still smiled casually, shook her head with a little pity, turned and walked into the gate of the base.She suddenly thought of something, stood at the door and turned around to ask.

"The content of the final assessment is—did you hesitate for even a second when you shot just now, Grant?"

Grant Batuk stared at the direction where the wailing came from, his lips were blue and white, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

He still hasn't realized what happened.

"I see. Now you're up to the standard I want."

Madam nodded understandingly, her dark green hair drew an arc in the air, and dissipated in the air together with her ending sound.

——The sentence "I see" fell down lightly, together with the sentence "Kill Duke" at the beginning, passed into Grant Bartuk's ears.

There was a sudden roar of something collapsing in the young man's head.

————————————.

The slowly closing gate of the base blocked out the screams of collapse.

"Madam alone?"

Chuck was about to go out to find Mrs. Hydra with his coat in hand. He was taken aback when he saw the woman in the dark green military uniform walking towards him, and then hurried up, brushed off the snow from her shoulders, and put on the coat he brought.

"Ah, Grant's out there... I just let him kill Duke."

Lady Hydra said.

"There's no need to look for him—he'll come in by himself after a while."

"Duke is dead?"

Chuck stopped in his tracks, "Aren't you afraid that Grant will have some thoughts that he shouldn't have?"

"He won't."

The woman casually shoved a little bit of Yu Xue off her arm.

"He is different from you. Grant is a smart and sensitive little guy... But he is not smart enough, and he is easily misled by smartness. It only needs to create a little contradiction that he can't penetrate, and it is enough for him to personally Trapped myself and got rid of the little things I don't need."

She looked back at the closed door and raised the corners of her mouth.

"Although it took me a lot of time to train him, it was worth it. Little Grant, who thinks he is worse than a dog, will become the most convenient little guy for me."

What Lady Hydra wants is not a knight standing beside her, but an obedient dog squatting at her feet.

——Madame got her wish.

On the second day, a drenched Grant Batuk appeared in the morning training team as usual.It's just that there is no longer the smile before, and there is no Duke who has been lying beside him all the time.

On the third day, Grant Bartuk received a transfer order from his wife and was transferred from the training ground to Hydra's Manhattan headquarters.

After another half a year, Grant Bartuk received orders from his wife to enter S.H.I.E.L.D.

Madam's word became a prophecy.

Sure enough, Grant Batuk became one of the smoothest little guys under her. He never doubted, never talked too much, and had the highest mission completion rate. Successfully infiltrated the Avengers Building.

"I'm curious......"

Dark green hair hung down, shoving against Grant Bartuk's face.

"I've spent so much time on you, shattered your ego, crucified you as a monster worse than a dog—"

The young man under her trembled violently when she heard the word "dog".

"Look, you can't forget it now."

Lady Hydra patted Grant Bartook on the face.

"So in just over a month, what makes you feel like you've turned from a monster into a human?"

The woman with dark green hair smiled and stared at the young man trembling like a naked baby in the ice and snow, with her hands on his neck, feeling the beating of his heart, not letting go of any changes in his body.

"I--"

The agent struggled to speak.

"I--"

"You what? Tell me, Grant."

Madame waited patiently.

"I do not--"

"What are you not?"

A cold, sweaty hand tremblingly raised, and with weak force, gently pushed away her fingers on his neck.

Five years had passed since Duke had been shot, and the agent's brown eyes could finally look straight into those beautiful dark green eyes once again.

He looked straight in, his voice trembling, but he spoke clearly.

"I won't listen to you anymore—"

Madame Hydra's pupils shrank suddenly.

"--boom!!!!!"

Exploding artillery fire is close at hand!

After narrowly avoiding the bombing, the smile on Madame Hydra's face faded slightly, and she stood away from Grant Bartuk, looking at the position where she was standing just now.

"You old venomous snake full of nonsense, is more annoying than my grandma who sells fruit on the street. Fortunately, she died early, otherwise you would definitely drive me crazy by nagging on the left and right at the same time."

The tattered steel armor slowly descended, completely blocking the agent kneeling on the ground behind him.

"Didn't you hear what my people just said?"

The mask was raised, and the inventor's face, scratched by the broken mask, appeared in the eyes of Madame Hydra.

"You."

Panting heavily, Tony Stark viciously gave Madame Hydra a middle finger.

"Fuck off!"

The author says:

Grant: Pull it off, I didn't say foul language.

Tony: Are you still messing with me at this fucking time? ? ?Momentum, momentum, understand?

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