[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

The three Avengers headed by Steve Rogers hurriedly snatched food from Clinton Barton like hungry tigers—no—grab Grant Bartook, who was drowsy and unaware of the approaching danger, and held the food in their hands along the way. Escorted to the kitchen by a man of power.

Grant Bartuk, who had finally regained consciousness during the battle, shuddered in the face of the sharp knives placed before him by the green-eyed Avengers.

"...You have to die to understand, are you trying to make me into a dish?"

he asked tremblingly.

Tony Stark: "...Do I look this hungry?"

Edwin, who was still polite and considerate, helped his hungry master: "Mr. Grant, the three Avengers are not good at cooking."

Grant Bartook: "..."

An excellent agent, a perfect spy, and a ruthless killer couldn't help but fall into deep thinking.

Since when did he become an hourly cook in the Avengers Building...?

After eating delicious breakfast sandwiches and drinking rich and smooth coffee, the Avengers didn't realize that there were still a bunch of sleepy people in the bar.As he hurriedly turned around and walked back, he heard Edwin above his head say:

"Sir, the guests have already left."

"left?"

Tony Stark yelled in dissatisfaction.

"It's not over yet—why did they all leave?"

"The Machine said she found the new number. The four-man team got the number and left."

Hydera, who came from the bar to find sparkling water, sat on the bar counter, dangling with her legs dangling in the air.

Holding the glass jar with a straw in it, she snorts and inhales the iced soda full of carbon dioxide, and slowly replenishes it.

"You come on the back foot, they just left on the front foot."

"The vigilantes started again?"

Tony Stark sat back on the stool, holding his coffee cup and sighing.

"Where there is a crime, I run wherever there is a crime. I don't have any entertainment all day long. I have to judge for myself who is the criminal and who is the victim...It's too miserable."

"Do you think that everyone is like you, and you can throw it to the capable little pepper if you don't want to work?"

Natasha Romanoff took a bite of her sandwich.

"It's okay to relax last night, and I definitely can't continue to do nothing today. The agents of SHIELD need to go back and clean up the mess-Clinton, eat and go."

As she spoke, she tossed another sandwich to the Hawkeye agent who was following behind.

Steve Rogers, who just went to pour himself a glass of milk: "...don't think you're moving so naturally that I can't see you're taking a sandwich from my plate, Natasha."

The red-haired agent hooked his lips and smiled: "Thank you for the hospitality."

"Wait—I'm going too."

Grant Batuk washed his face in the kitchen sink, shook his head, and followed Natasha Romanov.

"Grant."

Steve Rogers stopped the black-haired agent and asked Grant Bartook who turned his head, his blue eyes filled with sincere concern.

"Is it okay to go by yourself?"

—he was worried that Grant Bartook would make things difficult for him.

"What does it matter?"

Tony Stark waved casually beside him.

"Grant's name is now hanging under the Avengers. Judging by the current situation of S.H.I.E.L.D., there is no time to settle accounts with him. Instead of worrying about him, it is better to worry about whether Fury's blood vessels will burst—"

"Don't curse Fury."

Steve Rogers's hand was neither light nor heavy, and he patted the inventor on the shoulder.

"Fury has a heavy burden on his shoulders. Without him, we have to deal with these things. Who will deal with those politicians who want to control the Avengers? You come? Let them dove, or black them one by one computer?"

"......forget it."

The great inventor who thought he was impatient to deal with politicians decisively changed his words.

"Grant, remember to help S.H.I.E.L.D. with the follow-up cleanup after the past."

The black-haired agent smiled, raised his hand as an OK sign, and followed the two agents waiting beside him into the elevator.

"The follow-up issues of S.H.I.E.L.D. will be handed over to Fury."

Steve Rogers looked back and pointed at the table.

"Now, let's discuss something else."

Tony Stark drank the coffee in his hand, put down the cup and wiped his mouth, and his expression became serious.

"for example?"

"For example, those Hydras that are still lurking."

The blond soldier's tone was light.

"For example, Celephaz, who hadn't had time to deal with it before."

"—Why did you suddenly start talking about such a boring topic?"

Hydera, who had a sandwich in one hand and a glass jar of soda in one hand, jumped off the bar when she heard the words, and hopped to her room.

"You guys talk, I'm going back to play games."

The two men sat on either side of the table, watching over their shoulders as the blond girl ran briskly into the room and closed the door behind her.

"I thought you'd keep her."

Steve Rogers looks across.

"I thought you'd keep her, too."

Tony Stark shrugged.

"how is this possible."

Steve Rogers smiled.

"Since she doesn't want to join the Avengers...then I think it's better for her to stay away from these things as much as possible."

"Sodo I."

So did Tony Stark.

Although the alien girl represents advanced technology and powerful strength... but what does it have to do with the earth?

——The earth has its own way to go.

It's also a protection for alien girls with too soft hearts.

"What about Hydra depends on how Fury wants to deal with it."

Tony Stark thought to himself, he had already changed the subject when he spoke.

"After all, the connection between Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. is inextricably linked, and it will affect the whole body."

"Hydra can't stay."

Steve Rogers frowned and shook his head.

"I know them. 'Cut one and grow two.' They're like cockroaches that can't be killed. If you don't pay attention, they will grow in all dark corners. Now that Hydra is badly injured, we should pursue it immediately. Whether it will Any impact on S.H.I.E.L.D. must eradicate Hydra."

Tony Stark touched his chin and didn't speak immediately.

"Tony?"

The blond soldier noticed this and looked at him questioningly.

"No, don't look at me that way. I agree with the way it's been handled. I was just thinking..."

The inventor's mind recalled what the blonde girl said when she held his cheek, slowly deliberated, and spoke.

"I was just wondering, isn't S.H.I.E.L.D. supposed to go away?"

—It's not like an opinion an inventor can make.

Steve Rogers straightened his back and asked seriously.

"Give me a reason?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is not just an unscrupulous military collective, a national institution closely linked to politics, nor is it just Nick Fury's political arena..."

Tony Stark rubbed his head.Although he seldom thinks about this aspect of the problem, but when he speaks it out now, it feels as smooth as he has practiced it thousands of times.

"It is still a bridge connecting the Avengers and the above, and even a protective film separating the Avengers and politics."

"You mean, if S.H.I.E.L.D. disappeared..."

Steve Rogers thinks down the lines of Tony Stark.

"The Avengers will have a hard time maintaining the purity they have."

The two men said in unison.After a brief silence and staring at each other, they couldn't help laughing together.

"Tony, you've changed a lot lately."

Steve Rogers' blue eyes began to smile.

"You never thought about that before."

"Then is it getting better or worse now? The dean will write a few lines of semester comments for underachievers?"

Tony Stark snorted.

"Getting better and better."

The blond soldier said sincerely.

"You are right to mention this. I didn't think of the role of S.H.I.E.L.D. - the Avengers, as a powerful fist that cannot be checked and balanced, cannot be controlled by any super power. Power plus fists will become The threat to the world. The command of the Avengers must never be given to anyone. The existence of S.H.I.E.L.D., rather the existence of Nick Fury, guarantees this."

"The Hydra?"

"On the premise of protecting S.H.I.E.L.D., take your time."

"Okay, that's it for the first question." Tony Stark nodded, "Next is the second question."

——Celephus.

"We still don't know much about this group."

Steve Rogers frowned, resting his cheek on his hand, thinking.

"We've met suicide bombers from this group before."

Tony Stark combed slowly.

"But they didn't show anything special at the time, so I classified them as non-special...events that the Avengers can't get involved in."

Steve Rogers asked: "What are the characteristics?"

"All the Celephas members I have encountered so far have extreme beliefs. They have erased their identities as social beings and completely become the theater ghosts of the information society, not afraid of death—"

"—Typical cult fanatic."

The blond soldier felt more and more troublesome.

Tony Stark nodded.

"Not only that, but the Celephis we encountered on the mobile satellite launch platform show that they wield completely unscientific power."

"magic?"

"Hydra said it wasn't magic. She said that even—what's that called? The Dark Dimension? It sounds like some fantasy novel—those guys in the Dark Dimension that would bring destruction and death to reality wouldn't use it A nasty force."

The great inventor shook his head.

"I have also seen a group of people who use magic, and they have nothing in common with them."

"A completely unknown organization..."

Steve Rogers frowned as he watched the ivory gate that represented Celephaz swirl on the screen.

"It can't be traced at all."

Inventors bring it up with some frustration.

"Twice, I invested all the satellites of Stark Industries twice, and the tracking failed."

"What is their purpose?"

Tony Stark called up the record.

"This has been recorded a long time ago. Celephis firmly believes that the current world is false, and hopes to reach the real world through sacrifices—and this time, Celephas seems to be praying for something to come through sacrifices. "

"god?"

Steve Rogers raised an eyebrow.

"who knows."

Tony Stark spread his hands.

"Since you can't track it down, don't continue searching."

Steve Rogers hit the nail on the head.

"If their purpose is to let what they believe in come, then after the sacrifice of the mobile satellite launch platform fails, they will definitely take action again in the near future. We will not move for now, but we must strictly guard against the attack of Celephas. "

"Can't agree more."

Tony Stark agrees.

"Just these two things?" Steve Rogers stood up and said to the nodding inventor, "By the way, when I was running past S.H.I.E.L.D. just now, I ran into some young people—"

The phone rang, interrupting the blond soldier.

Amidst the inventor's rant about "Running? Did you run past S.H.I.E.L.D. ten blocks away? Are you sleepwalking or Bolt?" the blond soldier pulls out his phone and answers the call.

"This is Steve Rogers, what can you do..."

What was said on the phone.

Steve Rogers' face suddenly paled.

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