[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

Tony Stark was woken up.

Almost up all night, hungover, not eating much, and exhausted after a battle, the inventor wakes up amidst the chattering noise, groggy and with a splitting headache.

"Don't make noise...I'll sleep again..."

He pulled the quilt over his head, put it over his head, closed his eyes, and tried to catch the fleeing drowsiness—

"Shh-"

The curtains in his room were drawn.

Tony Stark lives on a very high floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows that encompass the whole of New York.No building - not even a cloud - dared to block the inventor's view of his city.So a thin layer of cool summer quilt can't cover the vigorous sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning.

"Where's a hundred ducks! Get out!"

In anger, the inventor grabbed it casually and threw a wine bottle over.

"Boom - gurgling -"

The wine bottle was swiftly dodged by a hundred ducks that ran in, fell to the ground, and rolled away.

"Big tin can, get up!"

The guy who was noisier than a hundred ducks yelled.

"roll roll roll."

Tony Stark cursed with his eyes closed.

"Did you fucking think you were my grandma? Pulling the curtains and opening the window to push the lawn mower at the window to wake people up?"

"...Is your grandma so hardcore? My grandma never—no that's not the point, don't sleep! Wake up! Something happened!"

Seeing that the inventor has been slow to get up, this time he directly shook his hands.

"What the hell happened again..."

Under the violent shaking, Tony Stark buried his face in the pillow in pain, and asked weakly.

"You said, are aliens invading again? The nuclear bomb hit New York again? The big green man climbed the Empire State Building again? Or is Hydra going to dominate the world again?"

"It's more serious than those!!!"

A hundred ducks leaned against the inventor's ear, screaming.

"If you don't handle it carefully, the Avengers will fall apart!"

Tony Stark:  …

A question mark slowly appeared on the great inventor's forehead.

He turned over in pain, slowly raised his hand, and used his fingers to prop up his disobedient eyelids. With a pair of swollen and dead fish eyes, he stared at the hundred ducks dancing on his bedside.

The guy more annoying than a hundred ducks is Clinton Barton.

The eagle-eyed shooter of S.H.I.E.L.D. was full of panic, anger and seriousness at this moment, without any sign of joking.Seeing this, Tony Stark finally regained consciousness, propped up his upper body, frowned, and asked seriously.

"Is it that serious? What happened?"

Clinton Barton looked rather embarrassed.

He paused, and said very seriously to the worried inventor.

"Serious problem - the cookie I put in the air duct is gone! I suspect the murderer is among us - why did you hit me? Don't - don't use the palm gun! It's going to kill someone! And If you break something, you are the one who spends the money in the end—no, no, it’s fine if you run with your palms, don’t change the missiles!!!”

The people sleeping in the bar staggered to and fro were heard by the rumbling demolition and blasting upstairs, and rubbed their heads one after another to get up.

"Which brat is her mother..."

Natasha Romanov, who was getting up, got up with a dark face, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Tony Stark with a grim expression wearing partial armor, chasing and hitting Clinton Barton.

The eagle-eyed shooter jumped up and down nimbly under the attack of the palm cannon, complaining while running.

"Why did you hit me! I was the one who was eaten! Those two bags are my treasure! I bought four bags after traveling all the way, and I don't want to eat the remaining two bags! You don't ask what is it?" Whoever stole my cookies, why should he come and beat me, the poor victim!"

"Sweetie, Cookie, Cookie! I know Cookie! You are a 40-year-old secret agent, tell me what else is on your mind besides sugar?!"

The great inventor was vicious and furious.

"Do you know how fucking sleepy I am? You bounced on my bed for two bags of cookies!"

"......Cookies?"

Grant Batuk was so sleepy that his head was dizzy and his eyes were foggy. Hearing the words, he blurted out without thinking.

"I've seen two packs in the air duct."

The sound of the cannon suddenly stopped, and the chaser and the chased turned their heads suddenly to look at the black-haired agent who was still unclear about the situation.

Clinton Barton:  …

Tony Stark:  …

The great inventor suddenly remembered.

' came up the ventilation duct.In addition, there were two packs of cookies in the pipe, and the place that came down happened to be the kitchen, and I happened to have no breakfast-so I solved my own breakfast problem and made a cup of coffee. I hope Mr. Stark doesn't mind. '

——Grant Bartuk said so to him when he was holding cookies and coffee that day at the Avengers Building.

"Wait Grant—"

The inventor hurriedly tried to stop it.

"—It tastes very good. It's a pity that I was too hungry at the time and forgot to save some to eat slowly."

But it's too late.

Grant Bartook slowly finished the next sentence.

There was no response after finishing a sentence, but there was a strange silence.Grant Bartook shook his head in confusion, tried to wake himself up, looked up to see Clinton Barton's expression——

"...Barton, your expression is a bit scary."

The black-haired agent finally came to his senses at this moment, the expression of the SHIELD colleague Hawkeye was not so beautiful.

Grant Bartuk tried his best to shake his rusty brain, and thought for a while slowly.

"Ah...is that yours?"

The Hawkeye agent's face was covered by a black cloud of speed visible to the naked eye.

"... brat."

Clinton Barton said through gritted teeth.He stepped to the sofa in three steps at a time, picked up the collar of the young agent with one hand, and dragged the dazed young man to the elevator.

"Come to the training ground to communicate with me."

Grant Bartuk with feet dragging on the ground: "..."

The elevator door opened, and the blond soldier who came back from his morning exercise walked out, just bumping into the two people who were about to enter the elevator.

"Good morning... Where are you?"

Steve Rogers looked down and noticed the dark-haired soldier being dragged away by Agent Hawkeye.

At this moment, the young man who hadn't woken up was shaking his head slightly, his eyes were slowly closing, trying to open them, but he couldn't help but slowly close them again. He was obviously addicted to drowsiness and had no intention of trying to survive.

An attitude of not being afraid at all.

Clinton Barton, who noticed this, sneered in his heart.

"I'm going to guide the younger generation."

Agent Hawkeye skillfully and naturally put on a caring and benevolent expression on his face.

"It's been a long time since I saw you. Let's improve our relationship today."

The blond soldier who also likes to guide juniors and improve their relationship has no doubts.

Steve Rogers nodded approvingly, moved out of the way, and asked very sweetly.

"You are both agents, and your combat awareness is more similar. Grant is still young, so you must give him good guidance."

Clinton Barton flashed a perfectly warm smile.

"must."

The elevator doors are closed.

"God bless Grant."

The red-haired agent who buried himself in the sofa said lazily.

"Bless what?"

Steve Rogers approached the sofa.

"Bless Grant."

The great inventor lay prone on the sofa and crossed himself very sincerely.

"After eating Fat Chiu's cookies, and being able to walk away from the training ground with full hair, I respect him as a character."

Now, the blond soldier who knew the eagle-eyed agent's character as sweet as life finally understood.

He frowned, pursed his lips, and his expression gradually became serious.

When everyone thought he would catch up and save the young agent from the fire and water, Steve Rogers sat on the sofa, ate a biscuit, raised his glass and took a sip of water. Tell the truth.

"If Grant can't climb out of the training ground before going to bed at night, I can help him carry him back to the room."

"Where are there so many bad intentions?"

Hydera crawled out of a pile of blankets on the beanbag sofa, yawned, and smiled through sleepy tears.

"You saw him being dragged away, and no one rescued him. Grant was about to cry."

"Should."

Tony Stark said slowly.

"Who told me he didn't leave me a piece. If I eat alone, I should fight."

"I didn't eat either."

Steve Rogers followed.

"I also."

Natasha Romanoff shook her arm.

"I just want to ask..."

Hydera yawned and asked a sentence that hit the soul.

"If Grant can't get up after being beaten, shall we have takeaway for lunch?"

Tony Stark Who Was Never in a Kitchen:  …

Steve Rogers, who used to fry the kitchen:  …

Natasha Romanoff, who is very good at poisoning food:  …

"Clinton is a bit too much, how can he bully young people."

Steve Rogers stood up immediately.

"Damn Feijiu, do you think my child is left unattended?"

Tony Stark with the Palm Cannon.

"Bullying a little boy is really getting back to life."

Natasha Romanov pulled out the telescoping stick and strode towards the elevator.

The noisy people and demolition people ran away, Hydera yawned again, buried under a pile of blankets again, turned on the sound shielding, and continued to sleep comfortably.

"Before Fury said we were more and more like a group of comedians on the road show on the street—"

John Reaser, who was watching, couldn't help but turned his head and said to Harold Finch.

"—In my opinion, the Avengers are already at the level of a Broadway comedy superstar combination."

Harold Finch, who is mild-tempered and doesn't fight or snatch, the only response he can do that is more subtle and not so detrimental is to push his glasses and warn his companions with a serious face.

"Remember to stay away from the Avengers in the future. We have enough comedy effect. If there is more, we simply go to Hollywood to act in soap operas."

The author says:

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