[Comprehensive British and American] God's life is difficult and how to break it

Gemma was transferred to Laboratory Three for isolation.

"Lab No. [-] is equipped with a lounge, bathroom, washing tools, bed, facial mask, and night cream." Tony regretted it all, "It is specially prepared for women, but unfortunately the girls in Avengers are better at beating people."

"Thank you."

While the others moved Gemma's personal belongings inside, Tony stepped outside to allow Jarvis to assess the lab's containment and biointrusion alarms.

Natasha leaned against the wall and smiled at him provocatively: "The bureau wants me to be Newbella's fighting training teacher, is it a surprise?"

"It's more frightening." Tony pursed his lips. "In fact, she can wear a battle suit! Please, it's the 21st century, and any moves can be simulated by a computer. Why..."

"Here it goes again." Natasha unwrapped a new piece of bubble gum, "When will you give up the plan of Iron Man Dad and Iron Man Baby? She flies much faster than you."

"Because I don't want the bullet to hit her directly." Tony frowned, "It would be great if I could get the skin tissue of ancient gods, and I can use it to make a set of divine skin body armor for Newbella, which is light and close-fitting .”

"Unbelievable." Natasha choked, "Are you crazy? God skin body armor? Abnormal!"

"As long as it can guarantee her safety, I am willing to do any perverted thing." Tony adjusted the operation interface, "If you don't believe me, ask Scott, he can understand me."

Natasha blew a bubble: "The Crazy Dad League is terrible, I have to stay away from you."

"Walk slowly." Tony said casually, "Well, the filter wear rate of the biological intrusion detection system is too high. Scott, come over and help change the filter!"

In the small conference room, Coulson was assigning tasks to Newbella: "Here is an outline sent by the Psychoanalysis Department, and write the life of Ares according to it—as long as you have heard of it, no matter what True or false, everything must be written.”

"You want me to write a biography for Ares?" Newbella clicked on the email, "Does S.H.I.E.L.D. want to profile him?"

"Yes. Since you are the only person who has been in close contact with him, the task can only be entrusted to you." Coulson took out his mobile phone, "You first check if there is anything that needs to be modified, and I will give it to Fitz. Make a call."

"Will you tell him the truth?" she asked. "Jemma has become a guinea pig, and her life is in danger at any moment. Can Fitz understand the sacrifice?"

Coulson's expression was calm: "Fitz is a professionally trained fifth-level agent. Gemma's sacrifice was to save people, he can understand."

Newbella shrugged: "This should really be heard by Ares."

Just as Coulson left, Peter pushed the door in and said, "I brought your takeaway."

However, now she is full of thoughts about the antidote, and the aroma of the food can't arouse her appetite: "I don't want to eat it for the time being, how is Gemma?"

"She's fine." Peter took out the takeaway box containing salad, barbecue and chicken rolls, "Mr. Have Jarvis evaluate your digestive system."

"...Is he a little too nervous?" Newbera pulled the chicken roll in the bag, and Peter was squeezing the sauce into the salad to mix it up. "If you don't eat a meal, you won't die of hunger."

"I told Aunt Mei that too, do you want to know the ending?" Peter tore open the packaging bag of the tableware, "She chased me and nagged me for half a month, half a month!"

"...Then I'll eat it." Newbera made a grimace, and took out two chicken rolls, "My dad won't fight alone, I don't want to be chased and nagged by a group of battle suits. What do you want? Flavored sauce?"

The two ate the takeaway silently, Newbella continued to study the documents sent by the Psychoanalysis Department, and Peter was busy paying attention to the progress of the poisonous vaccine incident.

A few minutes later, Peter turned off his phone and started eating kebabs: "SHIELD has not announced the discovery of the antidote for the time being, but the spokesperson claimed that the suspect has been locked."

"Well, isn't it? I'm writing a biography for their suspect." Newbella bit the chicken roll viciously. "Believe me, the algebra test is much cuter compared to that."

Peter wiped his hands and moved the chair over: "Well, the relationship between the characters is really complicated. By the way, how is your application form?"

Newbella froze: "I don't seem to have started to read the relevant materials of various universities. Cough, when is the deadline?"

"Mostly in January next year." Peter was a little embarrassed, "Do you... do you have a preferred school or... or area?"

"California?" Newbella said uncertainly, "I've only lived in California and New York, and...do you have any other good places to recommend? Wait, where is your first choice?"

"I'm not sure." Peter touched the metal buckle of the web launcher on his right wrist, "California? Well, there seem to be a few good polytechnic schools."

"You haven't even chosen your major, have you?" Newbella wailed, "It's over, it's over! Why don't I study Greek mythology?"

"There is only a general direction, and the details are still being considered." Peter scratched his head, "Have you talked to Mr. Stark?"

"Talk about it, he asked me to choose the major I'm most interested in, but I don't know what I'm most interested in." Newbella bit her finger, "Have you talked with Aunt May?"

"She... talked about it." Peter took a sharp breath, "There is no obvious disagreement, which is different from the conflicted youth movies."

Aunt Mei said to him: "I'm sorry, this was originally your parents' privilege. But as your elders, our wishes are the same: you can study and work in the field you are good at, and be with the people you like. It’s a joy to communicate with each other every day.”

That's why he came to inquire about Newbella's school choice plan.California?Well, it is indeed a good place.

"Okay, okay." Newbella said, "In that case, tomorrow... Tomorrow, I will start studying things like applications. I might as well go to the College of Liberal Arts, just in time to learn the skills of writing biographies."

At 11:30 p.m., Gemma began to feel nauseous, followed by a fever, vomiting, and then dense bleeding spots on her arms.

"It will be accompanied by a burning sensation in the internal organs in the later stage. It's amazing." Gemma looked haggard but excited, "This will definitely take a seat in the medical seminars in the next 20 years."

"You...can you use the antidote first?" Newbella didn't dare to look at her arm, "Oh, my mother, your face..."

"Well, is it a bleeding spot?" Gemma casually looked in the mirror and touched her face, "Oh, my stomach!"

"What's the matter, what's the matter?" Newbella asked nervously, "The burning... burning sensation?"

"Yes." Gemma smiled, looking particularly perverted, "Jarvis's analysis is correct, once the drug's properties kick in, the effect will increase geometrically, and it will reach..."

"Don't be so busy talking about strange things." Newbella pointed to the refrigerator containing the antidote, "I can't stand it anymore!"

"No, I want to see which internal organs will have a burning sensation." Gemma quickly opened her clothes and prepared to lead the electrocardiogram machine, "Jarvis can't experience it for himself..." Before she finished speaking, she suddenly vomited The blood was all sprayed on the brand new electrocardiogram machine.

"Jemma!!" Newbella screamed, and hurriedly got the injection equipment, "Here!"

Gemma smiled weakly, and took the electronic syringe: "God, this is much more powerful than a simple Chitauri virus!"

"What happened?" The sleepy Peter rushed in. Seeing the blood on the ground and Gemma's terrible arm, he immediately woke up from his doze, "My God! Help her to the lounge!"

"Wait first." Gemma clutched her stomach in pain, "Don't touch me, let me take my time...bring me the laptop, this may be a side effect of the antidote."

Peter tried to persuade her: "Gemma, at this time..."

"Bring it quickly!!!" Gemma raised her voice suddenly, causing Peter to sit on the ground in fright, "This is my duty!!!" Then she spat out another mouthful of blood, which was very dark.

Newbella's scalp was numb, and she quickly wiped her mouth with a towel: "Are all the agents in the scientific research department so dedicated? Where is your laptop? Peter!"

"I've got it, I've got it!" Peter rushed to the console, "What do you want to write?! I'll type it for you!"

"My finger is connected to a physiological detector. It...they automatically upload data every 10 minutes. I only use...I only record specific...specific feelings." Gemma broke into a cold sweat in pain, speaking Also intermittently, "Headache, tinnitus, sore throat, slightly difficult breathing. Newbella, wave to me."

Newbella waved at her stiffly.

"There is a white halo in front of my eyes... My eyesight may be damaged, but the burning sensation in my internal organs has been relieved a lot." Gemma was covered in blood, her face was blue, and she looked horrible, "My stomach is still uncomfortable, help me See if the bleeding is gone..."

After nearly 10 minutes of tossing like this, Gemma finally fell into a deep sleep under the effect of the medicine. Peter typed the word "sleepiness" on the last line of the document and clicked send.

The author has something to say: I think of the scientists in Avatar, who were still thinking about taking specimens before they died. Gemma is my favorite in Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.~~~