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"So, you are Spider-Man and Dolores is Witch D?"

Natasha looked at Peter from a distance in a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere and asked, looking interested.

Peter was like a boy scout receiving a review, sitting on the sofa as straight as possible, with his hands neatly placed on his knees together: "Yes, yes!"

"Don't be nervous, I'm just purely curious." She raised the corners of her mouth, walked over with a glass of wine, casually reached out and leaned on the back of the sofa behind Thor, and tilted her head: "How did you get the ability? I've seen Your video, where you can crawl on walls and spin silk, does sound very much like a spider."

Thor raised his head very interested, and gestured suspiciously: "Spinning? From..." His eyes moved involuntarily from Peter's face to his lower body.

Peter blushed again, he raised his arm in embarrassment and showed his wrist: "From the hand! From the hand! I was accidentally bitten by a spider on the day of the Osborne Group laboratory visit organized by the school. Later, I don’t know why it mutated.”

Hearing the Osborn Group, Tony snorted disdainfully against the back of the sofa: "Oh, Osborne, that guy."

Thor immediately searched for 'Spider-Man' on YouTube, several pages of videos, and he clicked on the highest-ranked one, which came from the first time Dolores and him dealt with gun-armed drug dealers.The figure wearing a red and blue vest and a spider hood seemed to be very flexible, swinging around the screen holding the spider silk, and neatly gave the gangster a blow from the sky. Thor laughed and looked at him and slapped him. Touching his thigh: "This is not bad!!"

The screen began to fly trash cans all over the sky, rampaging, Thor pointed at the hooded girl on the screen and turned to look at Natasha: "Is this the same girl? Her ability is consciousness control?"

Natasha smiled and nodded: "She's right. SHIELD knew about it when she started doing it, but they seemed to have a sense of proportion, so they didn't stop it."

Tony suddenly bounced his upper body off the sofa, sat there and spread his hands in disbelief: "What? SHIELD knew about it long ago? Both of them are underage! You just watch them deal with gunmen full of guns." Is New York flying around?"

Steve also put aside his grievances temporarily, and looked over with a frown: "This is a bit too much."

Bruce put down his glass silently: "And it's too dangerous for two teenagers."

"I just found out not long ago." Natasha explained to her companions: "The last known mind master was Professor Charles Xavier of the X-Men, and he also had a student who was also a mind controller Jean Gray, it is said that in the battle of the apocalypse, she showed an ability no less than her teacher. And Dolores, she is the third."

Hawkeye wiped his fingers with a tissue and tried to chime in: "She's a bit special, so..."

"My God! Damn Nick Fury!" Tony looked a little angry, and Peter beside him shrank back and looked around helplessly, and was a little helpless when the Avengers were suspected of being in a quarrel. .

"He wants to see how far Dolores' abilities will go, and then decide whether to use her in a suitable position! Old fox!" Tony rolled his eyes and collapsed back on the sofa.

Natasha looked at him helplessly: "Just in case, in fact, there have always been agents secretly protecting them."

Speaking of this, Tony's eyes were about to roll to the sky: "SHIELD... Except for you two, everyone else in SHIELD is almost-I told you how the cat grew up in the SHIELD base Kill the Quartet?" He pointed to the top of his head: "If the big cat is incorporated into S.H.I.E.L.D., those agents will lose their jobs."

Natasha nodded to him calmly and gracefully: "Thank you for your compliment." She simply pretended that she didn't hear the second half.

The brief interlude ended with Bruce interjecting, and Dr. Banner, who seemed the gentlest and friendliest in the audience, walked up to Peter and patted him on the shoulder: "Hey, Peter? If you don't suggest, I can ask for some Is your spider silk a research sample?"

"Oh, of course!" Peter jumped up immediately, he really wanted to stay away from this embarrassing place, he couldn't wait.

Bruce laughed: "There's a small laboratory here, where can we go."

Immediately, Peter felt a little happy again. Being able to conduct experiments with Dr. Bruce Banner is also a commendable part of today's many surprises and frights!

He bid farewell to everyone immediately, and followed Bruce to the laboratory on the jump.

After he left, Tony called his smart butler a little irritably: "Jarvis, is the medical department of S.H.I.E.L.D. here?"

"Yes, sir, they have just reached the top floor, but Mr. Barnes and Van Gogh still do not allow anyone to approach Miss Green."

Steve stood up immediately: "I'll go and see."

"But don't cause trouble." Tony muttered, "If it doesn't work, let them seal the top floor, then release the anesthetic gas, and temporarily bring down the two guardian beasts."

Steve nodded calmly, took the shield and left quickly.

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Dolores was still asleep. She was quietly lying on the narrow single push bed, covered with a sheet mattress, her blond hair was scattered on the pillow, her long eyelashes cast a shallow silhouette under her eyes, her cheeks and lips There is a healthy pink color, and a quiet serenity appears on the cute and tender face.

It did look like she was asleep.

Her oversized big white cat was stubbornly guarding her pillow, and reluctantly rolled itself into a ball close to her head in the gap.

As for James Barnes, he wedged her bed between the bar and the wine cabinet, with the wall behind him, and he stood in front of the bed, most of which were hidden in the partition of the metal geometry hanging from the ceiling.

Quite a tricky scene, happy standing in front of a large group of medical doctors in white coats behind him, the black suit stands out, like a crow before a flock of pigeons.He also held a new set of men's shirts and trousers, and a pair of slippers.

Of course he wouldn't go to the captain's room to get clothes for this man who was carrying a cannon and trying to blast himself into the sky the last time he met.

"Can I just throw this at you? Never come near." He had completely given up hope, and threw the clothes balls at Bucky who didn't even move.

Those clothes hit his calf, and then spread out and slid down to spread at his feet. The other party didn't seem to bend down to pick it up, and his sharp eyes pierced through the obstacle, making Happy tremble in fright.

"It wasn't intentional!" He immediately raised his hands.

Dr. Helen Zhao had waited long enough. She and her team, including the S.H.I.E.L.D. Medical Department who just arrived, were helpless in this situation. They couldn't even get within ten meters of the patient.So they all spread out and sat on sofas and chairs to wait. Only the agents of the Medical Department of S.H.I.E.L.D. showed the patience of agents and were still discussing how to complete this task.

That was the case when Steve came up.

"Maybe we can request a 'good dream gun', that thing should...."

"No no no, even if you can hit the Winter Soldier, that cat can definitely give you a paw before you know it."

Steve sighed, and stepped forward to evacuate them: "There's no need to wait for now, let's all go down."

Happy glanced carefully at Bucky in the distance, approached in a lowered voice, and said, "He still doesn't allow us to get close to that lady, what method are you going to use?" Anyway, it's an old friend, the captain probably wouldn't use anything Strong means, and it is very likely that others will not be allowed to use it.

Then the time spent on this kind of confrontation will be infinitely extended, but the unconscious little girl can't be consumed like this.

Although she seemed to be asleep, but without a complete test and technical analysis, who can guarantee that she is really safe?

Steve understands this too, but he also has trouble with stubborn Bucky and Van Gogh.His brows were furrowed, and rare hesitation appeared in his blue eyes.

But luckily, just when he was in a dilemma, a mysterious guest suddenly appeared in front of the Avengers.

"Hello, I'm Charles Xavier." The leader of the X-Men, who had a gentle temperament and an extraordinary appearance, walked out of the purple space passage in a wheelchair, and greeted them politely.

There was five or six seconds of silence in the living room, Tony jumped up from the sofa, Natasha and Hawkeye looked at each other, only Thor, who didn't know what was going on, broke the silence first: "Oh, you are Natasha just now The mind control master you were talking about?"

The smile on Charles' face deepened a little: "It sounds like you mentioned me just now?"

Thor stood up and walked around him, looking around, and at the same time exclaimed in praise: "Why did you suddenly appear, what was that just now?"

"My special ability as a student. Speaking of which, the purpose of my coming here is also for my students." He looked around at the Avengers present, with a serious look on his face.

Tony immediately said what he hadn't said: "Dolores is your student?" He was slightly surprised, but at the same time felt that it was true.

After all, the other mind controller is also his student, which is not very surprising.But when is she...

Tony crossed his arms and pointed to the top floor: "Then it's a coincidence that you came here. Her cat and Tarzan are guarding her. Dolores has been unconscious since she escaped from the Hydra base. For whatever reason, they haven't been allowing anyone near her, they haven't been able to do any checks."

Charles immediately slid the wheelchair and walked out: "That's why I came here, please take me up to have a look." He looked a little eager and not particularly calm.

Tony immediately stepped forward to lead him the way, and the group hurried up to the top floor again.

Steve had already evacuated all irrelevant personnel, and he stood not far away, persuading Bucky earnestly, trying to remind him of his past memories.

This futile effort didn't have any effect, and Bucky looked at him with unfamiliar eyes, and if he had to insist, there was already some impatience in it.

He hangs his head gloomyly and embraces his hands, standing firmly in front of the bed like a majestic and unshakable mountain. It has been almost an hour, and he has not even changed his posture.