Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Before Sam could react, a light and refreshing fragrance came from his left side.

The creamy, glossy blonde hair tied into a ponytail skipped to his left, and the loose sports shorts and top couldn't hide the girl's graceful and sexy figure, especially when the sweat ran across her neck, her neck seemed to be curvy and elegant swan neck...

Hmm... it's a shampoo with verbena and lemon.

Thinking about it, the sentence ""onyourleft" that every word was raised with a smile just now, obviously couldn't be shouted by that stupid big man who ran fast to death.

Wait... Speaking of which, why does this girl's back look familiar?

The "familiar-looking" girl suddenly raised her right hand without looking back, and waved the back of her hand to him, as a greeting:

"M (good morning)! Sam!"

The Falcon whose name was called: ...? ? ?

Before he could think of anything, the blond curly-haired girl had already run far away in an instant, and was getting closer and closer to a man with blond hair and big breasts who had just run away.

When he came back to his senses, she had already run to the corner of the lake, and when she turned around...

Sam: ... S... Sif?

……

If you want to summarize the ordinary morning run in this ordinary day.

Sam Falcon Wilson is willing to give the most perfect answer: #8232; #8232; - what a day.

"Dude, I think I need a new lung." The black youth Ge You collapsed under the tree, panting, "No, it's two!"

Steve, blond and blue-eyed, smiled at him.

"Why two?"

"I thought it would be rare to have you alone...I never thought there would be a second one! It's still a girl!"

Steve froze for a moment: "...what?"

Sam was also stunned for a moment: "...Didn't you meet her? Although she joined me halfway, she ran at least 10 miles in the half hour just now!"

……

"Are you talking about me? gentlemen (gentlemen)?"

Familiar scent of lemon verbena.

"Oh, hi, Sif." Sam touched his ear.

Steve turned his head to look at this amazingly beautiful girl, completely unimpressed—if such a beautiful girl saw it, she would never forget it—he really hadn’t met her when he was just running, and he had walked around several times Circled.

"Hey Sam."

Greetings from Ollivander.

"Just now I saw you pass me two or three times... the ring..." Sam smiled wryly, "God Sif, your physical fitness is amazing."

This made him wonder if this girl needed his help last night.

After all, judging by the physical fitness he is showing now, maybe those gangsters Sif can be knocked down by himself.

——But just looking at her appearance, especially when she was wearing that skirt and standing there slimly, I really can't tell it at all.

"No matter how good your physical fitness is, you can't use a skirt to knock down a group of gangsters. This is not in line with the etiquette of a lady." Ollivander put one hand on his hip-oh my god, that waist is too thin-looking at Sam gently and teasingly.

"I heard that you haven't met Steve once." Sam felt that she was comforting him, and hurriedly passed the topic about last night, "One and two are so powerful, I really should introduce the two of you."

Listening to their conversation at the side, Steve, who had a general understanding of the relationship between the two and the previous situation, smiled kindly.

Of course, he didn't let the lady take the initiative, and first extended a hand to Ollivander: "Hello, girl, you can call me Steve."

The blonde girl shook his hand back, and smiled at him: "Nice to meet you, Steve, just call me Sif."

By the way, he whistled to his chest muscles: "Nice figure."

Steve probably had been teased a lot, so he didn't blush, he just smiled shyly.

Just looking at his current smile, he would never have imagined that such a gentle and refreshing young man would be the cap who had gone through World War II and led the Roaring Commando to defeat the countless plots of Hydra.

If it is true, Steve should be considered 90 years old, and he is an "outdated popsicle" like Ollivander.

Last night, he was vigilant after finding someone spying on him, which gave people a full sense of oppression and aggression;

Today, he is just like a shy boy with a good figure.

Still the big boobs.

……

"Speaking of which, this name seems familiar." Ollivander smiled a little puzzled.

"That's what I thought at first, Sif, but come to think of it, there are millions of people named Steve, just like there are thousands of people named Sam."

"Maybe, but he also kind of looks like..."

As Ollivander said, she fetched the sports water bottle she had put on from the stone bench not far away.

Steve looked at her nervously.

But luckily Ollivander didn't finish talking—she probably thought that idea was unlikely, so she just shrugged and opened the lid of the cup.

The blonde curly-haired girl said "excuseme" and then walked down the air and started to drink water.

Steve: Ah, a big sigh of relief.

Sam: ...Why do you have to apologize for a drink of water?And to stand on the downwind?

Before the black youth could finish his doubts, there was an... unspeakable smell in the air.

It smelled like... overcooked cabbage, and it had been left out for three days in the hot summer, but it seemed to be more than that, and even mixed with a little smell of smelly socks.

Sam: ...? ? ?

Steve: ...? ? ?

……

Anyone who has experienced the magic world knows it.

If there is anything that tastes so strange that it is difficult to describe, landslides, seas dry up and rocks rot, and never change-except for Bibi Douwei Beans, it may only be potions.

— So what does it taste like?

Ollivander: It's like fucking pixie urine.

"Excuse me..." The captain looked green.

Due to the effect of the serum, his sense of smell is even more sensitive than Sam's, which also means that he is more likely to receive extensive poisoning. He said with difficulty: "Sif, what are you drinking?"

Ollivander swallowed a big gulp without changing his face, turned his face to the side and said lazily: "I found the traditional Chinese medicine prepared by an old Chinese doctor in Chinatown. It is said that it can regulate the body, and it is quite effective."

traditional Chinese medicine? ? ?

The two men standing at the upper air vent showed a white question mark face... and a black question mark face respectively.

"Would you like to try it?"

Unanimously shaking their heads frantically: "No, no, no, no."

Sam: ...China is such a scary country.

Steve: ...the amazing Chinese.

……

"Time-honored traditional Chinese medicine—inherited from the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty."

"Sugar Man Candy Don't Shake Candy Three Colors!"

"Fengyoujing cool oil paste for muscle pain and bone pain!"

"Fortune-telling! No money... hey, young man, fortune-telling?!"

"..."

New York City, Manhattan, Downtown South, Chinatown.

"Young man...?" The fortune teller's words stuck in his throat.

The young man who was suddenly pulled by his right arm stood still and turned his head little by little. The fortune teller suspected that he heard the "click" sound of the metal instrument running.

He was wearing a shabby black jacket, and he was carrying a rather large backpack - the protective bag of the backpack was buttoned on his chest, as if the contents of that bag were so important; a dark red long-sleeved shirt was worn inside the jacket , covered with strong and flexible abdominal muscles and waistline; the brim of the black peaked cap is pulled down very low, covering the eyebrows and eyes.

And the half-length brown hair, which was flattened by the hat, was not tied behind his head, but covered both cheeks messily, and with the green stubble on his chin, people couldn't see his face clearly. A bit of emerald green under the eyebrows.

The emerald green was like a fish with the tip of its tail exposed, and it dipped back into the water, leaving only one or two ripples dangling.

——This person dressed like a down-and-out unemployed youth is also the most likely person to count.

This is what the fortune teller thought before seeing the young man's eyes.

Until he turned his head following the young man, he finally saw the whole picture of those eyes:

The emerald green pupils, as clear as ice cubes, and cold as ice cubes, were born on this stubble-protruding face, appearing clear and distinct.

The gaze of the youth is not at all the gaze that an unemployed and confused person might have.

For a moment, the strings in the fortune teller's head "clicked"—thinking that he was a dead person, and that he would be burned to ashes by a fire.

But when he looked over again, this person just looked at him calmly. The strong left arm wrapped under the sleeve seemed to move a little nervously, but overall, there was nothing compelling about it. momentum?

This seems to be his illusion.

The fortune teller thought about it and still didn't want to miss the customer, so he asked casually without hope: "Are you fortune telling?"

"……What kind of?"

The fortune teller wearing presbyopic glasses didn't expect that there would be something interesting. He let go of the young man's hand, and waved the fan after taking it back: "Marriage, karma, past and present lives, and the source of blessings for children and grandchildren... don't involve family and country affairs." , can be counted.”

"……Karma?"

This strange word rolls vaguely between the lips and teeth, grinding finely.

"Yes, karma, in Sanskrit it's called karma^varana, which means karma is an obstacle, and it's a metaphor for people's sins..." Mr. reading glasses babbled, "Speaking of which, to tell a fortune, you have to have the horoscope, what's your name, young man? ? What is the date of birth?"

"Sin..."

The young man in the worn-out jacket stood straight on the spot. He muttered a vague syllable in a low voice, and then his eyes suddenly fell to nowhere, and his whole body became a silent sculpture.

After a long time.

"...donknow (don't know)."

Light as if to float away.

Fortune teller: "...???"

Did he have a bad start today?Someone teased him?

However, when this weird young man raised his head, some curly brown hair fell down his ears, and a vague sense of confusion and grievance flashed across his face.

He repeated:

"ido not know. (I really don't know)"

……

"In case the clown doesn't know..."

Not far behind Bucky, across the noisy hawking in Chinatown, came a slightly uneasy voice, as if he had finally mustered up the courage to raise the question.

"That's a lunatic who is obsessed with Batman. Half-truths and half-fakes are not credible at all... Just because of his words, do we all have to come to New York?"

Another man beside him couldn't help saying: "New York is not within our scope of duties. Without a transfer order, I'm afraid Crossbones would not be willing to help us."

"The Joker didn't reveal Batman's identity after all... Sergeant Enoch."

The young man in a black jacket with the brim of his hat buttoned up was walking from a fortune-telling booth more than ten meters away. Hearing this, he just naturally avoided the crowd and followed a few steps away at a leisurely pace.

They spoke softly, using special vocalization techniques to ensure that others could only hear vague syllables, but it was a pity that he was also familiar with this technique.

One person brushed another's shoulder, and the crowd thinned.

Bucky twitched his nose slightly, he was already close to the group of people, and he was too hidden for them to find out.

Maintaining the motionless posture of the metal arm, the green eyes quickly skipped over the elbows, waists, and boots of the group of people like X-rays... and quickly identified the equipment hidden on their bodies.

There was an unknown meaning in his eyes.

- the smell of tissue.

The man at the head was wearing a hood, and one hand covered by the sleeve had a webbed-like scar, which made people wonder what his face looked like under the hood, Ba Ki noticed that the scar on his hand moved as if it had sensed something—as if it were alive.

The metal arm under the jacket and the broken skin under the cloak met each other in the air, and then missed it directly.

Those who pass by pick up the wind and see nothing but the wind.

"Don't worry about the clown, I have my channel." Under the hood, Enoch turned his head and withdrew his suspicious gaze.

His voice was as rugged as his scar: "Follow orders, soldier."

"Yes, sir."

"Go and check two places, Brooklyn, and Stark Industries, looking for a meeting point of people flow. I want a complete list of Stark's recent employment."

……

"So you're a researcher at Stark Industries now?"

Probably the "Chinese magic potion" opened the door to the new world. The three of them didn't leave directly after the run. Anyway, it was still early and the weather was just right. They got together and found a tea restaurant for breakfast.

"Theoretically, that's true."

After miraculously drinking the "Chinese medicine", Ollivander threw a mint candy into his mouth.

In fact, there is no need. Although the potion smells and tastes terrible, and there is no taste left after drinking it, other people don't know.

But her move obviously comforted the two bachelors whose three views had been impacted.

Sam questioned again: "...why in theory?"

"In fact, after I got the pass (admission) from Stark Industries, before I went to work, the HR department suddenly notified me that my position had become Mr. Tony Stark's personal assistant."

For some reason, the blonde Steve's expression suddenly became very "difficult to describe".

Ollivander showed a slightly exaggerated expression of surprise, but a high-quality beauty is beautiful no matter what she does: "Although Mr. Stark is a legend, I am really not good at assistant work."

"When I was just about to quit this job, the HR department told me that they made a mistake, and it wasn't me who was transferred to Stark's personal assistant."

"It's another man."

Steve:  …

"While it's great to be able to continue my research work, the gender of the assistant to be switched is all wrong..."

Ollivander sighed dumbfoundingly: "The atmosphere of Stark Industries is really casual."

"So what exactly am I going to do at Stark Industries now, that's a question,"

"I'm sorry, Sif..."

Steve, who had been silent all this time, suddenly couldn't help but interject.

Ollivander: ...? ? ?

He had an apologetic look on his face, and it was very, very sincere with such a face.

If he had done anything wrong - hypothetically - anyone would be willing to forgive him, no matter what.

"The... man you mentioned was transferred to Stark's personal assistant."

He took a deep breath: "...it should be me."

Sam: Black question mark? ? ?

Ollivander: ...? ? ? ! ! !

……

"wait, ai... are you sure?"

Stark Building, Tony Stark's special workshop, Tony, who was only wearing a blacksmith sweater and a cute little triangle glowing on his chest, was so scared that he dropped his hammer.

Pepper's response was to give an emoji to understand yourself: "What do you say?"

"fughell..." Tony wiped his face with the free hand after he dropped the hammer, and he threw the protective mask held by the other hand to the side, making loud "clang" and "sizzling" sounds , I don't know where the line equipment hit.

"I want a blonde with big boobs!...wait he is really a blonde with big boobs...wait it doesn't matter, what matters is that I, Tony Stark's personal assistant, am a man? Male?"

"Isn't that good? It's also good for putting an end to unnecessary gossip." Pepper was dressed in a neat dress, holding the documents and gesticulating to leave, "I'm going to fly to DC (Washington) for a meeting in the afternoon, and the new assistant will arrive today. Find him."

"Wait for Pepper!" Tony hurriedly stopped her, grabbed her shoulders and waist and turned her around in his arms, "Are you sure you want to put an end to scandals? Use Captain America?"

"Huh?" Little Pepper didn't know why, "Is there any problem?"

There are problems everywhere!

Tony opened his mouth, then closed it aggrievedly.

Should he tell Pepper that the outside world is gossip that he made Captain America's clone in order to "see things and think about people"?

S.H.I.E.L.D. will never release the news of "Captain America's resurrection" at this time!

If that blonde with big breasts really came in and out with him, wouldn't it be a real blow to the gossip tabloids?

It was completely meaningless for him to buy "Entertainment Weekly News" back then!

……

"What on earth is that Cyclops chief thinking?"

Tony, who had a coquettish and perfect mustache, looked up at Steve Rogers, who didn't have a golden beard.

Captain America without the old Stars and Stripes uniform looks... and still looks like Captain America.

His face is simply the U.S. Constitution in capitals, justice in capitals.

But Tony Stark doesn't care at all.

Tony felt that his aggrievedness was difficult to express in words, and he also felt that even the little clumsy man who was causing chaos at the moment was more pleasing to the eye than the blonde with big breasts.

"Uh……"

Steve didn't know how to answer Stark's question.

To be honest, the impact of "seeing Howard's son" on him was far stronger than the impact on Tony of "seeing the resurrected Captain America".

Howard is married and has a son...

Even my son is so old (lao)...

"Nick Fury just told me that Captain America was dug out of the ice two days ago, and sent you here today?"

There's nowhere else to vent Tony's rants, and Steve has no idea why he's so irritable.

"Is SHIELD so poor that only the shield is left? Can't even support the shield holder?"

Steve: ...I don't know why, but he thinks this man with the moustache is fighting for him?

"It's me who wants a job, Tony."

Hearing the "Tony", Tony Stark's caramel eyes looked away awkwardly.

As if seeing this very familiar "Stark-style" duplicity, Steve said seriously: "But you know, I don't understand many things in this era, and a more friendly environment is more suitable for the adaptation period. "

His sky-blue eyes are very gentle. In fact, the captain has always been a very easy-going person, although sometimes he is a little stubborn.

"Howard and I have known each other for a long time. We both said that Howard's son must also be a genius. You are better than we imagined. If Howard could see it, he would be very happy..."

However, Tony, who was still fine, didn't know why he suddenly became sharp: "Oh, then you must have missed a lot of things, after all, you have been doing capsules (American team popsicles) for so long."

Steve froze for a moment, realizing that maybe he said something wrong, but he didn't grasp the point of error.

"Jarvis, is that beauty coming to report today?"

Tony walked to the bar and poured the wine himself, took a sip to his mouth, and asked vaguely.

The young man with blond hair and blue eyes is thinking that there are only the two of them on the top floor...

"Yes, sir."

"What..." A popsicle who hadn't seen the sun for 70 years was stunned for a moment. Even with super hearing, he couldn't catch where the gentleman's voice came from.

"My smart butler, Jarvis." Tony introduced casually, "justaratherveryintelligentsystem (just a pretty smart intelligent system)."

jarvis - justaratherveryintelligentsystem.

"Hello, Mister Rogers."

Steve, who once again opened the door to the new world: "...Hello."

"You can't do the job of a personal assistant now, cap. If you have any questions, you can ask Jarvis. He knows everything." Tony walked directly to the elevator entrance, "Your office is outside."

"Thank you for the compliment, sir."

Halfway through, Tony also picked up the little clumsy hand.

Steve stopped him: "Where are you going, Tony?"

Tony didn't look back, he kept walking, he just raised his right hand, and swayed the back of his hand towards Steve: "Go and meet your former "Ms. Assistant"."

"To be precise, sir." Jarvis interjected calmly and corrected him, "Miss Prince has not accepted the offer of assistant job transfer, and the offer of appointment was also withdrawn by Miss Potts from the HR department..."

"Shut up, Jarvis."

……

Stark Industries, one of the top 10 floors, biochemical genetic department.

The location of this department is actually relatively remote, and the area it occupies is not too large. After all, Stark Industries' old business is to manufacture weapons and sell arms.

On the other hand, as far as biotechnology is concerned, Osborne Group, a high-end biotechnology company, is more likely to attract researchers in this field.

If it wasn't for Tony Stark's incarnation of Iron Man to close the arms production department and switch to clean energy, other departments like the "Biochemical Genetics Department" would not start recruiting talents.

However, even if it is not the most important department, as long as the name of "Stark" is used, it is absolutely not easy to recruit people outside.

Tony happily ate with a pack of dried blueberries.

The little clumsy hand was holding the tray aside, his hand was incomprehensible.

He leaned in the elevator and let Jarvis open the personal profile of "Sif Prince" that he hadn't had time to look at after being interrupted by Pepper last time.

"Graduated from University College London at the age of 16, followed Dr. Stanley, oh, I have heard of him, followed Dr. Stanley to study genetic immunity and cellular self-defense mechanisms, well, it is really green (environmental protection)."

"At the age of 17, he withdrew from the research group due to unknown reasons and developed on his own."

"Returned to the public eye at the age of 24, and won the UK's highest technology award, the Copley Medal, for his new research on the synthesis pathway of adenosine triphosphate in the mitochondria of cells. Then he quickly immigrated to the United States to pursue new breakthroughs, and now lives in Brooklyn..."

"But what was she doing in the middle years? Self-improvement?"

He raised his head and stared at the lines of text and pictures written on the elevator door, and put on his sunglasses before leaving the elevator.

At the same moment as he stepped out of the elevator door, he concluded:

"Well, an English rose with the American dream."

……

The biochemical genetics department is a hall in the shape of an egg-shaped fortress.

It seemed very stable, relatively comfortable, uncompetitive... just like the general atmosphere of the department.

Today, however, this "comfort" has disappeared.

In general, the daily work behavior pattern of genetic department:

Studying Cell Division Forms (1/1)

Go to the bathroom and have a cup of coffee (1/1)

Observation of Petri dish growth environment (1/1)

Touch a fish, take a nap and play a small game (1/1)

Shoot experimental cells with gamma rays (1/1)

Eat a donut and learn from your boss (1/1)

——The last point is really learning from the boss. After all, the highest 10 floors of the Stark Tower are rd (Research and Development Department). In the words of Tony, the big money master, the little donut expert, Stark himself In other words, it's "it'sdyland", a candy paradise.

And the non-daily work behavior pattern of today's genetic department:

Studying Cell Division Forms (1/1)

Sneak peek at the new researcher (1/1)

Observation of Petri dish growth environment (1/1)

Sneak peek at the new researcher (1/1)

Shoot experimental cells with gamma rays (1/1)

Sneak peek at the new researcher (1/1)

Ollie New Researcher Vander:  …

Why are they so idle?

Genomics: ...

This girl was put into the research group, did the boss not see her resume photo?

……

Ollivander, she was beginning to wonder if she had done the right thing in "paying a fortune for such a head from old Nick."

The original owner of this identity had a relatively lively personality before his death. Ollivander was not very comfortable with it personally, but the identity of "gene researcher" is really good, so she is also willing to smile for this role.

"The research tasks of the last quarter, the completed task reports and the expected goals of this quarter...the documents to be handed over have all been sent to my office." She looked at the assistant kindly, and gave her a soothing smile.

After a brief moment of daze, the little assistant assigned to her quickly recorded it.

"Yes, Professor Prince."

"I have already understood the general process. If you have any precautions or new requirements, please let me know first, so that we will not waste unnecessary time."

A tall researcher wrapped in a white coat is wearing high heels. She is standing next to a huge cell analysis instrument. The machines have become taller.

Although it is the "biochemical genetics department", considering Stark Industries' old line of business - military industry, certain equipment, such as gamma ray radiation instruments, and even some other offensive instruments, have also been taken over. In a specific cabin, it is used by researchers.

Ollivander reached out and knocked on the glass cover outside the huge instrument: "Are there any recent research projects that need to be followed up?"

Young assistant: "There was one two days ago..."

"originally?"

"When we confirmed the project list yesterday, we were notified that your project follow-up status is temporarily pending, so..."

Ollivander: ...

There is no need to doubt, I shouldn't have spent a lot of money to pick such a "head" from old Nick.

……

"Well, I personally don't think a genius brain needs to be tied down to anything, like a project theme."

Ollivander felt that this lazy voice was a bit familiar, and her good memory instantly reminded her of the special "Stark meeting" near the Stark Tower.

Well, the one who almost made her lose her job came.

Ollivander turned around in a leisurely manner: "It's better to say this to Mr. Stark, you say it to yourself, no one can compare to you...you."

Wearing red sunglasses indoors, Sao Ni has a coquettish moustache and a coquettish custom-made suit. She opens her arms in a suave and natural manner, with an aura of 1.8 meters. There are also mechanical arms with a champagne and two goblets fixed on it.

As if aware of Ollivander's gaze, the mechanical arm that should be called "Little Clumsy Hand" tilted its hand, showing a puzzled "expression".

Ollivander: "..."

This angry appearance.

Why doesn't he put a bgm by the way?

What was that unstuck bag in his pocket?

Dried blueberries?

……

The hand that once held the dried blueberries reached out to Ollivander and introduced himself: "Tony Stark."

Ollivander blinked his blue eyes now: "Sif Pu..."

"Sif." He cut her off.

Ollivander's current height and high heels are close to 1.8 meters. Tony needs to raise his head slightly to meet her gaze, but it is obvious that this man with full capital does not need to care about this. His expression is so comfortable that he seems to be looking down.

"I heard that you previously won the Copley Medal, the highest scientific and technological award in the UK, for your new research on the synthesis pathway of adenosine triphosphate in the mitochondria of cells."

"It's just a small achievement in the past, not worth mentioning." Ollivander replied.

The "head" given by old Nick naturally included all the information of this identity as a gift. "Sif Prince" is indeed a genius, but it is a pity that she is no longer in this world, but no one knows about it.

——High-quality "heads" are usually undiscovered, "dead" identities caused by various accidental reasons, and generally there is no need to worry about being exposed.

"Oh, it's really not worth mentioning..." Tony nodded in agreement.

There was no sign of anger on Ollivander's face. Instead, she smiled and looked at the man without saying a word.

Tony, who didn't get the expected response, could only be defeated first, he shrugged: "This award is like the Apogee Award (a certain award issued by the US military), it has no way to reflect our IQ, right? ?I couldn't agree more with your 17-year-old idea of ​​cellular-conscious aggression."

Then he took the two goblets that the little clumsy hand had held up for a long time, and handed one to Ollivander.

Little Clumsy hurriedly handed over the champagne obediently.

Tony first poured Ollivander: "Polkov in 96, it tastes good."

The blond beauty then laughed. She was wearing a white coat of abstinence, but she shook the champagne slightly in one bare hand, her smile was like wine: "I really like what you said, the potential of cells is always mysterious and unpredictable, but we always There is a way to steer it in the loveliest direction."

"For talent, cheers."

"cheers."

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