Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Lightning, fire, skyfall...

"my Lord!"

Some pious believers have been shocked by this rare "Picture of Heavenly Thunder and Heavenly Fire and Punishment", and they keep drawing crosses on their chests.

"Heaven's punishment came to the world, God's punishment came to the world!"

In a place like Gotham, the promotion of Christianity is simply another form of black satire.

The others couldn't help but stay away from that cultist, deciding that he must not be a native of Gotham.

Under the screams of the guests, the prayers of the believers, and the flashing points of the reporters, the superman who rushed to the sky is getting closer and closer to the fireball, and the "person" who caused the thunder and lightning around the fireball is also constantly using him. Hit it with a hammer, using the power of lightning to drive the cylinder in the opposite direction to the ground—although the effect is quite weak.

Finally, with a loud "boom", Superman met the flame with both hands, preventing it from falling rapidly. Almost everyone on the scene let out a sigh of wonder and rejoicing--who knew that everyone would fall down at such a speed? What kind of "craters" will the guy make.

The obviously extremely high temperature flames and thunder and lightning did not cause any harm to Superman, even his hairstyle was not messed up. People looked at his back and cheered like money.

After a few breaths.

The sparks faded away, the thunder and lightning remained bright, and people's eyes and the reporter's lens could finally see the cylinder clearly.

——The whole thing seems to be a transparent glass cage, the upper and lower planes of the cylinder are all precision metal seals, inside... a person is imprisoned?

The man was wearing a strange classical armor and a dark green cloak. For some reason, there was a helmet with double horns on his head. Looking closely, it was very similar to the man in the red cloak who kept generating electricity outside the cage, except that the latter had no helmet. Those two horns only have a pair of mini cute little wings.

Lex Luthor, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, narrowed his eyes: "Thor..."

……

in the underground passage.

The conversation of Bruce, Ollivander, and the mutant group was interrupted by a sudden noise.

Ollivander's previous question about "mind reading or not" was not answered, because before Charles controlled Bucky to speak, the alarm sounded throughout the underground space.

All eyes were on the past, and Ruiwen tore off the information stealing device installed during the fight with Ollivander before. There was a small "100%" on the small display, indicating that they had successfully obtained wanted secret.

Only then did they realize that the blue-skinned and red-haired mutant was just stalling for time.

Bruce, who blocked Ollivander behind him, found that the brunette's expression was not particularly surprising. He wasn't sure if she didn't care or had other plans.

Ruiwen glanced at Charles vigilantly, and Eric's satisfied voice came from the earphones she had put on: "I suggest you take a look outside the hall, everyone, the fighting between Thor and Superman is a rare good show .”

So Ruiwen quickly left the place along the small window, and looked at Ollivander before leaving, Charles did not stop her.

"I'll go outside to see what's going on." He said to Ollivander, "emmmm, maybe you guys have something to say? Hank and I will be staying at the Wayne Hotel in downtown Gotham tonight, and you have enough time."

This "you" obviously does not refer to Bruce and Ollivander.

"Then, take care, Vicky, Xavier Academy is always open to you."

……

Charles leaves.

Only the real three were left in place: Bucky, Bruce, and Ollivander.

An inexplicable embarrassment spread in the air.

Without the blessing of Charles' eyes, Bucky seemed to have regained the appearance that Ollivander knew in an instant. He seemed a little unaware of why there were suddenly fewer people and why the outside world was so noisy, but he was just standing there. There, frowning and silent, as silent as his metal arm.

He remained motionless, staring at Ollivander, the only person he knew in the place.

——As if silently asking what to do next, inexplicably obedient.

This change made the girl with peacock blue eyes a little at a loss.

According to Professor X, Bucky doesn't have much memory to recover now, and it will take time and proper guidance to fully recover. She really doesn't know how much he recalled.

But no matter how much he recalled, even if it was only related to some experiments, it seemed that he shouldn't look at her like this?

the other side.

Baby Bruce looked at the black-haired girl and the bodyguard in the black suit and black sunglasses, and felt that this space was a darkness specially designed for romance, and he seemed to be an enlarged and brightened version of a light bulb.

Will this man and woman look at each other for a century? ? ?

Who is this man in a suit who looks so ordinary? ? ?

Why are you refusing to speak? ? ?

Don't you know each other? ? ?

"Cough." Bruce rubbed his nose, "You...continue? I'll go out to see the situation too."

"Continue to what?" Ollivander glanced at him inexplicably, and said to the plain-looking Mr. Bodyguard in Bruce's eyes, "Let's go."

Baby Bruce: "..."

Okay, okay, you are my niece and you have the final say.

……

"A meteor fell from the sky in Gotham City, and Superman once again gave a helping hand to save a possible meteorite tragedy..."

On the S.H.I.E.L.D. aircraft carrier, a large screen was specially deployed to relay news content.

Everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D., Sherlock and his assistants, Dr. Banner and Tony Stark gathered around the big screen, waiting to see the follow-up of the "Rocky Crash" incident.

On the screen, Superman with a red cape hunting in the night, floating in the air, holding the "shooting star" high in his arms, slowly landed on the red carpet in front of the banquet hall.

The gathered crowd made way for him like a split sea. The red carpet originally laid out for Luthor's charity dinner seemed to become his hero's road. Countless people wanted to touch his cape, and countless reporters' flashlights turned the entire The red carpet shines brightly.

"As a group of people on the planet, we have been looking for a savior. 90% of people believe in divine power, and every religion believes in a certain image of a savior..." The reporter said this outside the screen.

The camera lens captured everyone's applause and cheers, captured the gloomy but smiling face of Luther as the master, and captured the black curly-haired god of lies, Loki, who was locked in the huge cylinder.

...and Thor hanging on the other side of the cylinder.

"We had a superman, and then Thor, the god of thunder from the outer space Asgard, appeared, but now we see this god of lies, Loki, who descended from the sky and once set off a declaration of war in Germany... "

The reporter's tone became more and more passionate. Obviously, they had already figured out all the available information about Loki in such a short period of time.

Superman with a big "S" on his chest quickly put the cage on the ground, making a dull impact sound, and then he flew away from the spot, ignoring the people around him and the flashing lights to keep him away, and quickly disappeared into the sky.

The god of lies imprisoned on the screen seemed to say something in a transparent cage, and immediately after he escaped from danger, he was graceful, with his hands raised, and his expression was very flat.

Thor, with blond hair, golden armor and red cloak, swung his hammer angrily, and slammed into the metal cage.

With a "bang", the crowd screamed.

The cage was broken only by a small opening.

……

"...Oh, brotherhood." Sherlock clicked his tongue dissatisfied.

One-eyed Director was very troubled: "We just don't pursue it for the sake of your brother's face, but that doesn't mean what you did is right, Holmes."

"Hey, I think he did a good job." Tony sat next to Dr. Banner, lest the world would not be chaotic, "It's very much in my favor."

Sherlock gave him a shark laugh.

Steve rubbed his eyebrows and said helplessly, "Tony..."

Fury almost wanted to give these two brats a bite. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the long face consulting the detective with his hands clasped together, sticking his chin into a tower shape.

He said as a matter of course: "Leaving him on the mothership when he has already determined that his destination is the Hulk, oh, this is an insult to the word IQ-although I don't know what happened to most of the people present. There is no it."

Tony held up his little reactor to show that he had it, and it was tall(?).

Sherlock didn't refute him, but continued: "Didn't you find that he is the person who is most willing to stay in the cage on this mothership? Keep him? Maybe you group of goldfish think the existence of the mothership is too annoying." People think they want to blow up and rebuild."

Nick Goldfish Fury: Oh, the indifferent face.

"Sherlock is not ignorant. He has calculated the speed of the fall and the speed of Thor's rescue. Even if there is no Superman, Thor can smash through the cage." He spoke out to explain, and by the way he pinched Holmes fiercely beside him.

Sherlock snorted.

Natasha interjected: "But Barton and Dr. Selvig are in his hands. If they don't get rid of it, their minds..."

Sherlock laughed hypocritically: "It's as if he will release those two people if he is in your hands."

Natasha closed her eyes and did not speak.

……

The atmosphere suddenly became silent again.

"Do you love him?" Still Sherlock.

The black widow remained calm: "Children only talk about love, and I owe him favors."

Sherlock: "How do you know who I'm talking about?"

Natasha: "..."

Members of S.H.I.E.L.D.: "..." Wow, big news, quickly prick up your ears.

Tony leaned closer to Dr. Banner while eating dried blueberries: "Is it true? She and that fat chirp?"

Dr. Banner moved his lips very slightly: "How do I know?"

"Just kidding (just kidding)." Sherlock smirked, "You are a Russian with special skills. You don't care who you work for or who you deal with, but you are willing to stay in S.H.I.E.L.D., except for the incomprehensible option of love. There must be other fetters besides... Favor? Oh, it seems that the eagle-eyed agent once saved your life. Other than that? For example, what kind of compensation psychology? Atonement? For what you have done before? This is a bit of research but…”

"Sherlock!" Watson saw that he was talking more and more like no one else, so he interrupted his companion's habit of not stopping the analysis once he started.

"I'm sorry, sometimes he doesn't care when he gets excited." This sentence was said to the red-haired female agent.

"Apologize quickly, Sherlock." Watson tugged at the curly-haired detective who had finally shut up.

The latter blinked, as if he didn't understand. Heterochromia's eyes reflected the blue light of the big screen: "Actually, I don't know what you can't accept, Romanov, that's part of you... "

"Beep beep."

It was Stark's cell phone that interrupted him.

Tony pulled out his newest fully transparent mobile phone, and a red frame appeared on the 3D projection screen.

"I'm sorry, Nick." Tony looked at the frame and asked, although he was still holding dried blueberries, his expression was terribly serious at the moment, "What's Phase Two?"

"SHIELD uses the Rubik's Cube to make weapons?"