[comprehensive] fake magician

Clint pulled out the stack of documents abruptly, and then threw the bomb and the box out of the viewing window. The moment the box touched the water, a violent explosion occurred, and the hull was shaken violently by the big waves raised by the explosion. A few times.If Clint hadn't held him up in time, Kevin, who had a lottery on his arm, almost fell down.

"Thank you." Kevin, who was still in shock, looked at Clint gratefully with his blue eyes. He had to admit that the cool-looking man in sunglasses was still very considerate when he was not a coach.

"It's okay." Clint saw that Kevin might have been shocked, and couldn't help but stroked his head with his hand.

"I think we should get out of here," Hill interrupted Clint's movements, "I'll call someone up to take the wounded out, and then seal off the scene."

"Agent Hill, you have to find me a suit." Kevin looked down at Clint's coat around his waist, "I can't just go out like this."

"Okay, I'll ask them to bring you a bathrobe when they come up, just let it go, there are no extra clothes here", Hill then walked out of the reception room, and used the walkie-talkie to order the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents downstairs ordered.

Soon they heard a rush of footsteps, and a young agent ran in, handed Kevin a sterile bathrobe and a pair of disposable shoes borrowed from the swimming pool, and left the room.

"Clint, please turn your back on your back, I'm going to change clothes." Although Kevin knew that Clint had seen him just now, he wanted to change clothes in front of another man, and it was the only one on his body. He still couldn't let go of a piece of clothing.

"They're all men, what are you afraid of?" Clint smiled, turned around, and then hummed a little tune.

Listening to Kevin dawdling behind him for a long time, Clint couldn't help asking, "Are you ready?"

"No...not yet!" Kevin replied in a panic, his teeth still clenched on his bathrobe as he spoke, because the slightest movement of his gunshot arm hurt like hell.

"Why didn't you call me earlier!" Clint suddenly realized that Kevin's hand was hurt, he turned around and walked behind Kevin, and gently helped Kevin put the bathrobe on his body.

"I thought I could do it." Kevin only felt the heat on his face, and even his whole body. He didn't realize that it was the reaction when the curse spread in his body again. "Clint, thank you!"

"Let's get out," Clint smiled brightly, "Don't keep Hill waiting."

After sealing off the scene, Agent Hill drove Clint and his party back to the Fountain of Youth. While driving, she couldn't help being a little lost in thought. It was the first time she saw such a tender side of the hero Hawkeye.

"Kevin, what's wrong with you!" Clint shouted loudly in the back row, and Hill immediately glanced through the rearview mirror, only to see Kevin lying in Clint's arms, already unconscious.

Rebecca, who was sitting in the co-pilot, immediately turned around and touched Kevin's hot forehead with her hand, "Did he use magic?"

"Yes," Clint recalled the scene of Kaiwen becoming Burning Man, "I guess the consumption of magic is still a bit high. He first killed Bryant with the flames burning all over his body, and then stopped the former man by breathing fire." KGB agents shot at me."

"I warned him not to use magic." Rebecca took a breath, then quickly took off the crystal ring on her hand and put it on Kevin's hand, "I hope it's not too late!"

Hill speeded up and ran all the way to the Fountain of Youth. Clint carried Kevin to Rebecca's bedroom and lay down on the bed. Rebecca also followed, put her hand on Kevin's heart, and tried to use The magic sealed the curse again, but to no avail.

"The fire magic in his body is out of control, and the effect of the ice crystal is negligible. I don't know if he can survive it." Rebecca sat slumped on the bed, covering her red eyes with her hands, "I shouldn't Seal his curse, I should have expected this to happen, if the curse hadn't been sealed, he might have lasted longer."

"Rebecca, it's not your fault," Clint comforted, "If I had been decisive and shot Bryant, Kevin wouldn't have used magic. But now is not the time to blame yourself, nor is it When crying, we must find a way together to help him through the difficult time!"

"Miss, I think we should help Kevin cool down now." The old butler touched Kevin's hot head. Kevin's distorted expression reminded him of the night Aurora was born.

"Uncle Qiang, go to the wine cellar and get those bottles of spirits to make do with." Rebecca pulled herself together and stood up. "Now Kevin must not get wet, not even ice, as it will generate water vapor."

"Okay," the old butler took out a large bunch of keys from his pocket, and went out with Rebecca.

"Can I help?" Hill walked into the bedroom gently. She had just received a call from Coulson. Obadestein finally decided to attack Stark. Unexpectedly, the pair of good friends encountered difficulties. Also selected at the same time.

"Hill, you go back first, as long as we are here, the matter on the Princess Sissi has not been dealt with yet." Clint did not leave Kevin's eyes, but he heard that it was Hill's footsteps, "The information on the nuclear reaction equation still needs to be verified to be true."

"I've already asked Coulson, but the right expert he found has encountered a little trouble and is dealing with it." Hill didn't mention Stark's name, she was afraid of irritating Kevin.

"That's good." Clint paused, "But you'd better go back first. Without your command, those unconscious agents would be in a mess."

"Okay, if there is any... situation, please be sure to inform me." Hill couldn't bear to look at Kevin, and then slowly exited the room.

"That won't happen!" Clint said silently in his heart.

"That's all." Rebecca walked in with all the spirits in the wine cellar. Most of the rest were low-strength wines that might burn Kevin's skin. The old butler followed behind, holding A set of tools for surgery.

"I'll just come," Clint turned to Rebecca and said, "You haven't fully recovered yet, you need a good rest."

"Yes, miss," the old butler added, "the ice magic on you is too powerful, and now the fire magic on Kevin's body is out of control, ice and fire are incompatible, and it's not good for either of you if you stay here. "

"Okay, take care of him", Rebecca looked at Kevin and walked out helplessly.In fact, Clint's persuasion was useless, she couldn't calm down and rest now, but the old housekeeper's words did remind her.

Clint took over the tools from the old housekeeper and skillfully helped Kevin deal with the wound. Those past experiences have made Clint an expert in this area.Although Kevin was unconscious, his brows were tightly frowned. Clint knew it must be painful, but it would be more dangerous if he didn't take out the bullet.

"Uncle Qiang, I can do the rest by myself, you go and take care of Rebecca," Clint said while opening a bottle of wine, dripping a few drops on the palm of his hand, and then gently rubbing it on On Kevin's hand, observe whether there will be a burn reaction.

The old butler nodded and went out. Rebecca went to the Matthias Church alone, which made him very worried.

Clint cuts open Kevin's bathrobe and smears alcohol on him over and over.Only then did Clint notice that Kevin's originally smooth skin was covered with various wounds. Apart from the ten most obvious whip wounds, there were also many scars left after surgery and several gunshot wounds. .Clint frowned unconsciously, which made his heart twitch.

"He must have suffered a lot before," Clint said to himself.The moment Kevin fell on top of him in the car, his heart tensed instantly, just like when he saw Kevin was shot in the heart at the Glenwood Power Plant, when they didn't even know each other not on.At that time, even Natasha noticed his excessive nervousness and even teased him in the hospital.

Clint didn't know why he had such a strong feeling. From the first time he saw Kevin, he had a kind of intimacy. At first, Clint thought that this kind of intimacy came from Kevin's pair of eyes like his own. The blue eyes of Lake Coeur d'Alene in his hometown, Iowa, he gradually discovered that Kevin looked like a person, no, it shouldn't be a person, maybe an angel, because he was in Clint's It disappeared before my eyes.

Although the image of that mysterious man has gradually blurred in Clint's memory, and Clint even suspected that it was just a dream or a hallucination, the appearance of Kevin allowed Clint to piece together these fragments of memory. Get up and gradually form a familiar figure.But Clint was sure it wasn't Kevin, because Kevin wasn't even born at the time.Clint still remembered that the man was wearing a coat and a pair of military shoes that were popular in Europe during World War II, and there was a mysterious dark-haired woman beside him.

Before the alcohol on Kevin's body completely evaporated, Clint immediately put another layer on it. Because of Clint's insistence, although Kevin's body temperature was much higher than normal, it remained within a fixed range. Did not continue to go up.When it was almost dawn, Kevin woke up for the first time. He was so burned that he had hallucinations. There seemed to be a few people around him talking constantly, and a circle of small golden stars appeared in his eyes. When Kevin saw the light When Clint was in a daze, he finally regained consciousness.

Seeing that Kevin woke up, Clint excitedly tested the temperature on Kevin's forehead with his hand, "Do you need a drink?"

Kevin nodded with difficulty, his voice was hoarse and he couldn't speak at all.Clint hurriedly helped Kevin up gently, and then carefully took the water glass he had prepared earlier, with a straw on it so that the water would not accidentally flow onto the skin when drinking.

Kevin was very moved to have such a person by his side to take care of him when he was most helpless. His eyes were a little red, but because of the high temperature in his body, he couldn't even cry.Kevin silently leaned against Clint's arms. Although his body temperature was obviously much higher than Clint's, Kevin still felt warm.Yes, the warmth flowed from Clint's broad chest, which made Kevin sleep comfortably in Clint's arms again.

Clint smiled and gently helped Kevin to lie down, knowing the alcohol had an effect.Clint picked up the remaining half bottle of wine, poured some in his hand, and continued to wipe Kevin.He wiped the sweat off his face with his elbow, and glanced out the window. The night was dark, but the sun was about to come out.