[comprehensive] fake magician

"Director Fury, what are you looking at?" As soon as Vika entered the office door, he found that the chief was holding something in his big hand and looking at it carefully.

"She is my lover," Nick Fury proudly showed Vika the photo in his hand, with a rare tenderness in his eyes.

"She is very beautiful, and she looks very similar to a famous Broadway singer, but it's a pity that the singer died later," Vika praised with a smile.But mentioning the singer again, Vika can't help but sigh that things are different, and she still has many albums of that singer.

"She is the singer you mentioned. She was assassinated on the day I became the director of S.H.I.E.L.D." Nick Fury smiled bitterly, he didn't want to touch those painful memories again.That is to say, from that time on, he did not dare to love someone again.

"I'm sorry," Vika knew he had made a slip of the tongue, and put his hand gently on his lips.

"It's okay." Nick Fury carefully put the photo back into his wallet. "By the way, why don't you send Kevin off? He's going to the West Coast with Clint."

"I'd better not bother them," Vika shrugged, she didn't want to be a light bulb.

"You like Clint?" Nick Fury looked at Vika with playful eyes, as early as when he was in Budapest, he had already seen the clue.

"There used to be a little bit," Vika said frankly, "but now I just admire him."

"Then what kind of man do you like?" Nick Fury is not a curious person, but since the day this powerful and beautiful female mage appeared, the darkest and coldest place in his heart seemed to be lit by a match , although the light was very faint, it was enough to give him a glimmer of hope.

"I don't know, maybe it's stronger?" Vika didn't know why Nick Fury suddenly asked this question. Although she hadn't thought about this question, since the last time the iceman form was completely steamed, there was no energy in her body. The fusion of the two magics of ice and fire accidentally merged, which meant that she could get rid of the curse and love freely.

"Do you think I'm strong enough?" Nick Fury said as he picked up the espresso on the table and took a sip. He never put sugar cubes in his coffee, not because he likes it, but because he needs the bitterness of coffee. To stimulate the nerves in order to work with full energy.

"It's really strong. It can withstand the pressure of Iron Man Stark and put my cousin in confinement for two weeks." Vika couldn't help but sneered.

"Although Kevin performed very well, he ruined the operation. This is a fact. So I had to close his confinement. The rules cannot be broken." Nick Fury smiled, "Since you don't send him , do you have time to show your face, I would like to invite you to dinner?"

"Okay." Vika blinked his big glacier blue eyes, and a charming smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.In the eyes of everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D., two figures, one black and one white, disappeared into the night outside the gate of S.H.I.E.L.D.

After a reluctant farewell to Stark, Kevin joins Clint and Coulson.But before leaving for the West Coast, Coulson suddenly proposed to go to Chicago for an evening.

"Anyway, it's still early, so we can fly there tomorrow morning." Coulson assured that Director Ferry would never know, and then he went all the way to sell how famous the song and dance performances in the Windy City of Chicago were, and finally brought Kevin spoke up.Clint smiled helplessly, he couldn't remember how many times he was abducted there by Coulson.

After arriving in Chicago, as soon as he put down his bags, Coulson couldn't wait to call Kevin and Clint, and took a taxi to a small nightclub that looked inconspicuous amidst the neon lights.

The moment he walked in the door, Kevin immediately understood why Coulson, a man who has always been known for his calmness and wisdom, was so keen on the strong singing and dancing in Chicago, just because the handsome male dancer in the center of the stage was wearing a Captain America suit. Uniform-style tights, holding a crudely made shield, flexing muscles in various poses to the rhythm

——Captain America is Coulson's Achilles' heel!

Coulson flew to the edge of the stage to cheer for his beloved "Captain America". Kevin and Clint chose a corner that was a little quieter than other places to sit down, and then Clint went to the bar to order Beer went.

Kevin looked dejectedly at Coulson, who kept twisting his body in front of the stage, and sighed. Fortunately, the music chosen by the DJ here is quite fashionable, and he didn't use the old-fashioned soundtrack of the American propaganda films during World War II.

The blue and pink lights around him made Kevin a little fascinated, and when he was in a daze, Clint came over with two large glasses of beer.

"Let's compare drinks!" Clint pushed one of the glasses across the table, and looked at Kevin expectantly.

Without saying a word, Kevin picked up the glass and poured it into his mouth, and drank all the beer in one gulp under Clint's surprised eyes.In fact, Kevin is going all out. The competition with Clint at the Fountain of Youth left him with a deep psychological shadow, so as long as there is a chance to beat Clint, he will never let it go.

Clint applauded, then finished his drink, "Shall we do it again?" Kevin nodded.In this way, the two of them didn't know how much alcohol they drank in total, and they didn't return to the hotel with Coulson until "Captain America" ​​left at two o'clock in the morning.

Kevin's alcohol capacity was not bad, but he felt a bit of a headache. He took a quick shower and fell headlong on the bed next to him.

"My bedside is facing the air conditioner, which makes me uncomfortable," Clint complained and coughed twice.

Kevin stretched out his hand and pointed to the place next to him, signaling that Clint could share a bed with him.Although the bed was not big, Clint's sleeping appearance was much better than Stark's.

Clint lay down next to Kevin excitedly, put his hands under his head, turned his head to glance at Kevin, and couldn't help asking, "Kevin, are you drunk?"

"I'm not drunk," Kevin replied impatiently, a little tired.

"Some people always say they're not drunk when they're drunk..." Clint frowned slightly, waiting for the answer he wanted.

"I'm sober. Clint, I'm a better drinker than you, just admit it." Kevin thought Clint was a bit depressed because he lost the drinking competition, so he turned his head triumphantly and gestured with his fingers , "This is one, this is two... this is five!"

This time Clint was really depressed, he sighed slightly, and looked out the window.Although a thin layer of curtains were drawn, the atmosphere of Chicago's feasting and debauchery still penetrated through the dazzling neon lights.

After a while, Clint judged from Kevin's breathing that Kevin was fast asleep.He leaned over gently, leaned into Kevin's ear and said, "Actually, you can pretend to be drunk", and then turned off the light.

Early the next morning, Kevin walked into the bathroom with dark panda eyes, scooped up a handful of water and wiped it on his tired face.Clint suddenly appeared in the mirror and hugged Kevin from behind, "Actually, I heard everything you said after you injected me with the neurotoxin that day."

Kevin turned around in disbelief, his eyes widened, and just as he was about to speak, Clint's lips closed in on him.Clint kissed so fervently that Kevin had to prop himself up on the sink with his backhand.

At this time, there was an untimely knock on the door, Clint reluctantly walked out of the bathroom, opened the door, and saw Coulson anxiously waiting outside.

"Clint, Kevin, get ready, we're leaving, we're going to miss the plane!" Coulson noticed Clint's red lips as soon as he finished speaking, and then his professionalism as an agent made him notice the one by the window. The bed was completely untouched, and he seemed to understand something.

"Did I disturb you?" Coulson smiled awkwardly.

"Yes, get out! We'll be down in a while." Clint slammed the door unhappily.

After Kevin and Clint got everything ready, they carried their bags into the elevator.When the elevator doors opened, they found Coulson waiting in the hotel lobby with an apologetic expression on his face.

"Guys, I don't think we're going to get on the plane," Coulson said with a wide smile, but he was crying inside.

"Why? It's still early, we can take a taxi there in time!" Clint looked at the clock on the hotel desk, it was still several hours before the plane took off.

"I think I lost all my tickets, I had so much fun last night, I don't even know when they disappeared..." Coulson intertwined his hands, looking a little nervous.

"It seems that you don't need a ticket to board the plane... Wait, Coulson, you mean you lost our ID too?" Clint couldn't help but exclaimed.

"I shouldn't have put them in the same pocket as my wallet..." Coulson lowered his head, it was too embarrassing to be stolen as an agent.

"What should we do now, call the S.H.I.E.L.D. plane?" Clint shook his hands angrily.

"Are you crazy? Then Chief Ferry will know we're here, and he'll kill us!" Coulson shouted excitedly.

"Okay, okay, maybe we can make a train, and it will be later, there is no other way..." Kevin couldn't help but suggested.

"That's exactly what I thought," Coulson smiled and took out four train tickets with consecutive numbers from his pocket, one of which was an extra one, so that they could be in the same room.

As soon as he got on the train, Clint kept stuffing snacks into his mouth. When he was about to open the second bag of butter cookies, Kevin couldn't help holding his hand and reminded him seriously, "Klint Lint, you should lose weight!"

Hearing this, Coulson glanced at Kevin intentionally or unintentionally, and the guess in his heart was confirmed again.

"You can't take away my only pleasure on the train!" Clint pouted angrily, snatched the butter cookie into his arms, and continued to deliver it to his mouth.

"Can't you have some other fun?" Kevin complained dissatisfied.

"If you want," Clint blinked slyly, "I can have other fun."