Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

If you want to give Tony Stark a definition first.

That is - rich.

Then there is - coquettish.

The well-known "genius, rich man, and playboy" who came out of the shop next door had a neat moustache, tea-colored coquettish sunglasses, and a suit that looked worth an unknown number of zeros. The charm of a mature and successful man.

He put one hand in his pocket and raised the other to salute, with a wanton and flamboyant expression, obviously taking such attention for granted.

He waved left and right on the spot, and then walked in the direction of the beautifully seated girl, as if he wanted to come over.

However he failed.

The people around frantically crowded around, the girl who was sitting frowned at the noise, stuffed a green bill under the teacup, stood up from the chair, and walked out.

Her figure is tall and slender, her hair and silk skirt move like waves, and the men and women who are approaching subconsciously get out of their way, forming a small arc, and continue to move towards Tony Stark. Swarm around.

——As if it was a mistake to crowd such a beauty.

"Hey wait!"

The stiletto heels of her high-heeled shoes stepped on the ground, she walked slowly, but left the crowd strangely quickly.

The voice of the man just now seemed to come from behind the many heads.

The girl didn't seem to hear it, and the one surrounded inside—Iron Man without the Iron Man suit—couldn't find her from the crowd of heads.

After all, Tony Stark's height is still quite impressive without wearing a battle suit.

"Tony Tony sign me!"

"Mr. Stark! Stark...!"

Mr. Tony, trying to strike up a conversation and missing the beauty, Mr. Stark smiled handsomely, took out the signature pen he carried with him, and signed his name on the notebook, arm, clothes, and even his face.

At an angle that no one noticed, he gritted his teeth slightly and said, "Damn, I really should wear mark4 (Iron Suit Mark 4) today."

……

"Number 4...5..."

"number 14."

The creamy white high-heeled shoes walked through this block called "Brooklyn" located in the east of Manhattan, and the fluttering dark blue skirt was incompatible with this backward area.

Brooklyn, Brooklyn.

There is also a suspension bridge here, also called "Brooklyn", which connects Brooklyn to the island of Manhattan.

Brooklyn, Brooklyn.

The area is famous for having a Steve Rogers once, and for being a famous ghetto.

Brooklyn, Brooklyn.

There is chaos, there is justice, there is light.

"Brooklyn..." the girl sighed softly, looking at the land with nostalgic and unfamiliar eyes.

At the end of the night, the remnant brilliance of the setting sun brushed across this place with few tall buildings, and soon disappeared. On both sides of the road, the dim street lights that had been turned on automatically left little spots of light.

The moon has risen in the sky, near the other end of the Brooklyn Bridge, there are blue-purple stratocumulus clouds in the sky of Manhattan, New York, with a little golden edge.

In today's Brooklyn, the street layout in most areas is as neat and orderly as a chessboard, and many street names are named with numbers. She found her destination easily.

The girl walked towards the end of the slightly empty street with her small Kun bag on her shoulders.

There is an apartment there.

It's all going well - if not for being stopped by a bunch of thugs.

"Hey, beauty, want a drink?" said the leader.

"..." The girl was silent for a while, she looked a little surprised, "Are you sure?"

Another bastard with spot-dyed red hair thought he was chic and smiled: "You can't even drink alcohol, girl?"

While talking, several people slowly gathered around.

"I really haven't drank it." She brushed her hair and laughed, "Does butter beer count?"

A few people were taken aback by her smile, but before they could react, they repeated: "Yellow...butter beer?"

What the hell is that?

"The Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade (a village of pure wizards near Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft) are special." The girl nodded with her arms across her chest. Warm up outside."

Although they didn't understand "Hogsmeade Village" or "The Three Broomsticks" at all, it didn't prevent the gangsters from continuing their molesting.

"What the hell is butter beer, girl, we can keep you warmer..."

"My fists keep you fucking warmer."

A man's voice came suddenly, and the gangsters subconsciously turned around: "Don't make trouble..."

"Oh!"

The sound of firm fists smashing flesh.

The girl withdrew her hand holding the Kun bag, and looked at it leisurely.

The black young man who appeared suddenly knocked down two or three people with his hands and feet. The remaining gangsters looked at each other in blank dismay and did not step forward. They have always been very knowledgeable about current affairs, but they are still a little unwilling.

"It's none of your fucking business, Wilson."

The black man in a plaid shirt moved his hands and feet, and said coldly: "I said, don't make trouble in this area, or do you want to try your fist again?"

……

The night wind is already blowing.

At the end of summer night, the wind was actually a bit cool, but it was blowing vigorously, and the long golden curly hair was blowing in the wind. The girl stood there as if she was about to go with the wind.

"Thank you so much for today."

The punks had already run away, leaving only the girl and the black youth staring at each other.

She thanked him aloud, with a sincere and bright smile: "Wilson."

"Oh...you're welcome." The black youth with a cropped crop and a little stubble seemed a little embarrassed, and he didn't seem to be very good at dealing with women.

Probably because he thought it was too old-fashioned to say this, he added: "Sam."

his name.

Sam Wilson.

——He seems to be just a young man with some skills. No one in this area knows that he actually has another name, "Falcon".

Falcon Sam, a former U.S. Air Force parachute rescuer, has excellent aerial combat skills and is currently serving the Veterans Service in Washington. In the future, he will be one of the Avengers.

The girl reached out to hold his hand and shook it: "Nice to meet you, I'm Prince. Sif Prince."

……

"Jarvis, check the beauty you met outside Stark Tower this afternoon."

"Yes, sir."

The Youlan program was spread out in the air out of thin air. The first thing that appeared was the roadside scene under surveillance in New York. After the location was locked, the blond beauty with the fluttering dark blue dress was locked by a cross star.

The scene is magnified.

"cool~"

Tony, who finally saw the front of the beauty, raised his eyebrows on the recliner and whistled.

"A Stark's vision can't be wrong."

After confirming the facial information, Jarvis started a quick data scan. Various files were constantly zoomed in and out. Many identity information belonging to the confidential level were displayed and skipped one by one. At the beginning, the locked location was Gotham. After careful tracking , and began to switch to London, England.

"Whoa, an English rose?" Tony muttered, "but she looks like she's of Germanic blood."

Hacking into the UK government's repository is tricky and takes a while.

Tony was about to get himself some donuts when a resume was snapped directly in front of him.

"What?" He sat back on the chair, "Why does this look familiar?"

"Of course this looks familiar, sir." Jarvis's male god voice was calm, "This is the Stark Industries job application resume."

And there is a big "pass" at the bottom of that resume.

"Sif Prince."

Below is a series of information such as age and blood type, and the column of specialties and education is full.

"Wow, so this is an employee of our company?" Tony touched his chin in satisfaction, "It seems to be very good, which department?"

"Sir, it's the biochemical genetics department."

"I think I still need an assistant, Jarvis... Oh, why does this sentence sound familiar? Never mind."

……

"Tony."

Pepper Pepper came in from outside holding the documents.

"What am I busy with, Pepper?"

"Busy to transfer the newly recruited researcher?" Pepper smirked.

"Uh... what?"

"Sif Prince." Pepper, with her straight blond hair loose, couldn't help but sigh, "We just recruited her in, and such an excellent researcher is not easy to find."

"Oh... researcher." Tony touched his forehead in a concealed manner, "Yes, she is very good, I need such a help..."

"Tony!" Pepper interrupted him in disbelief. "Assure me, you knew she was a professional field researcher before."

"Of course I know...well...well I don't know, I thought she was a newly recruited research assistant... Am I holding her resume right now?"

He hurriedly clicked on the electronic information next to him.

——Then an identity file that seemed to be registered with the British government was opened.

"Tony Stark!"

Pepper looked like he was about to break down: "That's the British government! You shouldn't be able to hold your own technology..."

"Allright, allright (Okay, okay, it's okay)." Tony looked indifferent, "After all, I'm here to be a personal assistant, so I have to check if there is any problem with the identity information, right?"

After taking two or three deep breaths, Pepper forced himself to calm down: "I didn't say that, Tony, don't you think this scene is very familiar?"

"Really?" Tony blinked his big caramel-colored eyes, "Speaking of which, I also felt..."

"Natalie."

Pepper interrupted him directly: "Natalie Rushman."

It's not a real name.

Not long ago, after Pepper was promoted to CEO of Stark Corporation, Tony chose Natalie Rushman, a beauty in the legal department, to be his personal assistant.

And that Natalie's true identity is actually Natasha Romanoff, the secret agent "Black Widow" sent by S.H.I.E.L.D. to monitor Iron Man.

"Don't you think this situation is very similar to Natalie Second?"