When you have two sets of superheroes

The Avengers sat in an office on the 43rd floor of S.H.I.E.L.D. collectively in a daze, and the cold wind poured in from the damaged part of the wall—it’s actually not appropriate to call it a breach, because an entire corner of the S.H.I.E.L.D. building was hit No, it's almost half open air.

——Yes, from the shortest point of view, the S.H.I.E.L.D., which should have been 43 floors high, now only has [-] floors left. The steel bars are all exposed.

While waiting for Fury to deal with the follow-up, Shirley was lucky enough to pick up a can of Coke that survived in the ruins, opened the can and happily raised her head and took a sip, then handed it to Natasha next to her, Natasha After drinking, he handed it to Hawkeye, and everyone finished the can of Coke in one gulp.

"It's terrible," Tony said, holding the bottle of Coke warmed by the fire and buried in the mud. "It's terrible, really. Even drinking water has to be scavenged , Drinking a bottle of Coke is hot, this is an insult to the taste buds." He said to Mark 43 standing in the corner, "On Friday, go buy a box of iced Coke."

"Okay, sir."

The iced New Coke was delivered quickly, and everyone who was extremely thirsty and tired drank a bottle one by one, even Captain America who didn't like carbonated drinks.

So in the air filled with gunpowder smoke, only the sound of a group of people drinking Coke was left. No one spoke, and everyone was too tired.

After an unknown amount of time, Hawkeye suddenly said, "Uh... isn't it inappropriate to hiccup in this situation?"

But after drinking carbonated drinks, I really want to burp.

Tony belched first, there's no way, it's a biological instinct, otherwise he would have to find another outlet for this breath, and he thinks that's definitely worse than hiccups.

With Tony as the leader, Hawkeye became more casual and let out a long 'hiccup—'

The corner of Shirley's mouth twitched a few times, but she still couldn't hold back a burst of laughter.And the laughter seemed to be contagious, they laughed one after another, Shirley, who played a bad lead role, smiled and apologized, Hawkeye feigned anger and said: "Hey, it's nothing, there are still people on youtube Someone hiccups and sings. Friday?"

"Okay, Agent Clint."

So when Fury came back, what he saw was the Mark armor playing the hiccup song, and the Avengers who were staggering with laughter.

Fury: "..."

Did this group of Hydra guys who had just repelled be pierced by their souls? ? ?

Shirley pointed to the cardboard box in the corner: "Director, do you want a Coke?"

"...No, thank you." Fury looked around at the Avengers who were somewhat wounded, holding Coke cans in disgrace, sitting in the ruins like homeless people, sighed softly, and said, "Thank you very much Your dedication to S.H.I.E.L.D., folks."

"Is there anything practical, Director?" Shirley asked, "like a bonus?"

Tony raised his eyebrows: "Stark didn't treat you badly, sweetheart, or did Wayne abuse you?"

Shirley shrugged, "It's more practical to have some money in my own card."

"You have a manor under your name, don't you? That's much better than the captain's apartment for the elderly."

Steve with an arrow in the knee: "Hey, Tony..."

Bucky looked at his old friend in shock: "You still have your own property??"

"It's from S.H.I.E.L.D." Steve explained, "You should also—"

"S.H.I.E.L.D.—" Fury had to interrupt their thread, which had gone awry, "Yeah, S.H.I.E.L.D., so can we bring the conversation back to this?"

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the helicopter propeller suddenly came from outside, and everyone jumped up in unison. The nervous nerves after the battle were still tense, and a little movement could make them unconsciously vigilant.

But after only one glance at Shirley, she quickly turned her head and dragged Natasha to a place with a wall beside her.

"It's a plane from a TV station. I saw a reporter with a video camera and a microphone."

Both she and Steve had taken off their masks, and Captain America, who had already exposed his appearance in the museum, might not matter, but she didn't want to get too much attention yet.Natasha is the same in this regard. She was a spy before—maybe she will be engaged in undercover related tasks in the future, but she is not suitable for being recorded.

"Friday, let them leave." Tony ordered, glanced at Fury again, and said pitifully, "Not to mention Hydra, is it possible that anyone can come to S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Fury wanted to sigh a little, but he held back and explained: "SHIELD is not open to the public. This building is just an ordinary government office building to the public. Let's talk in another place."

They switched positions and went to a relatively intact office. Seeing the miserable situation of S.H.I.E.L.D. along the way, Shirley clicked her tongue, "How much money will it cost to repair..."

Tony stretched out his hand and patted her on the head, "Bringing money again, are you falling for money, little girl?"

"No, I just feel that SHIELD has become like this. I have a sense of accomplishment. I want to take a selfie with this building, but I can't fly."

"Good idea." Iron Man's eyes lit up, "I'll give you a ride in the Mark armor later."

Fury: "..."

thank you.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has lost a lot, such as dozens of drones and helicopters destroyed by superman and this broken building, but all the things that can be exchanged for money are insignificant. The important thing is that they defended S.H.I.E.L.D. This is the last line of defense in the Bureau, which is Fury's most gratifying place.

Steve asked: "Director, how do you plan to explain to Congress what happened today?"

Fury said without changing his face: "This is a conspiracy by a terrorist organization against national security. It must arouse the vigilance and attention of relevant departments. I think it is necessary for S.H.I.E.L.D. to set up a special investigation team to conduct a thorough investigation."

Shirley complained secretly in her heart, that is, if they won, it would be a "terrorist organization's conspiracy against national security". If Pierce won, it would probably become "the Avengers' treasonous conspiracy".

but……

"Special investigation team, do you mean the Avengers?"

"What do you think?" Tony snorted, "The people that S.H.I.E.L.D. can use now probably don't even have a football team."

"There's no rush now." Fury said softly, "Go back and take a rest first. S.H.I.E.L.D. will take a while to rebuild, and Congress won't be able to get it done in a short while. There won't be any big news in the near future Task."

Natasha asked Fury: "There is Hydra in S.H.I.E.L.D. Who can guarantee that Congress will not?"

"No guarantees," Fury said calmly, "but I'll take care of it, Agent Romanov. You've done a good job, and I'll take care of the rest."

In any case, Hydra's undercover work has come to an end, and they can finally go home.

The first thing Shirley did after returning to the room was to wash her face, and then took off the body armor with difficulty and threw it on the ground, a total of one, two, three, four, five... five bullet craters, and three bullet bruises on her arms .She sighed, used her points to repair the wound, and then took off her uniform. Every movement of her sore muscles was torture. She managed to take off her clothes and pants. There was still a layer of tights inside the uniform. It took a lot of effort to take it off, and I was so tired that I lay down on the ground with a dead body.

The vampire card can only give her the ability of vampires but not their physique, so she will also be injured, and now there is no place on her body that is not bruised, and the tingling sensation caused by the water on her cheeks Tell her it's probably out of shape.

After resting for a while, Shirley got up to wash her hair and take a shower, changed into a cotton vest and shorts, and finally climbed into bed with peace of mind after tidying herself up. She put the big bat boy on her body and stared at a blank space. empty the ceiling.

After an unknown amount of time, Friday suddenly said, "Miss Shirley, Mr. Wayne is here."

"Huh?" Shirley came back to herself in a trance, "What's going on?"

"Mr. Wayne is here, and his private helicopter is now parked on the top floor."

Shirley struggled to sit up on the bed and said, "Let Bruce come to my room, oh yes, show him a way to avoid Tony."

"Yes, Miss Shirley."

Shirley took a pair of denim shorts and put them on. Bruce arrived not long after, and he knocked on the door, "Shirley?"

"The door is unlocked, come in."

Bruce walked in, because it was in the Avengers Building and Shirley's bedroom, so he just closed the door ajar, not completely, in a gentlemanly manner.

Seeing her miserable look, Bruce couldn't help frowning and asked, "Is the matter resolved?"

Shirley sighed and said, "That's right. How did you come here?"

"I saw the news," Bruce said, sitting on an armchair by the window. "The reporter characterized it as a terrorist attack."

Shirley pouted, "Come on, it was their own helicopter that shot at the S.H.I.E.L.D. building. But it doesn't matter, Fury will take care of these things."

Bruce's eyes paused subtly when he saw the big fluffy Batboy sitting on the bed, Shirley followed his line of sight, then smiled, grabbed the big Batboy and said, "Look, Batman. "Then he lifted off the armor of the big Batman - this is a plush toy, not a figure, so the so-called bat armor is just a soft layer of fabric, "Look, Batman's belly."

Bruce couldn't help laughing, and there were subtle smile lines at the end of his eyes, like the ripples caused by the spring breeze blowing across the lake, and even those perennially frozen steel-blue eyes softened.

"I remember them as a set, Batman and Nightingale," he said.

"A set?" Shirley was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the big Bat Boy, "No, I just bought it not long ago, and it's a single set."

Bruce said without changing his face: "It used to be, but Wayne Enterprises bought that toy manufacturing factory the day before yesterday, so now it's all complete production."

Shirley hugged the big Batman and laughed. This is actually not a big deal. For Wayne, a manufacturing factory is just a drop in the bucket, but if Bruce—or Batman does it, it will be completely different. .

It's a little funny, and a little sweet, like something a young boy in adolescence would do.

The fluffy little romance of Batman lightly scratched Shirley's heart like a feather.

1997: [This is actually a bit stupid, you know, it’s like a couple tattooing each other’s name on their bodies, in case they will be divided later——]

Shirley turned indifferent for a moment: [Shut up! 】

1997: [... oh. 】

She rubbed her forehead with a headache, and Bruce, who had always been very sensitive to her injury, asked, "What's the matter, uncomfortable? Have you applied medicine to the wound on your face and body?"

"No need to apply medicine, these wounds will heal themselves in a short time, I never leave scars, although I think it's cool." Shirley said indifferently, and then asked, "Bruce, how is the investigation of the clown?" How is it?"

Bruce pursed his lips and said, "There is no clue, he is very low-key."

Whenever the clown wants to make trouble, he will keep a low profile for a while. He likes to suppress his desires and give a fatal blow when people are most relaxed. This makes Batman, who is already a little depressed about this, even more uneasy.

"Let's see what happens." Shirley comforted him, "Plans can never keep up with changes, Bruce."

When he was with Shirley, Batman didn't like to talk about these boring things. He quickly put the Joker's affairs aside temporarily, and said with a chuckle, "Is it the experience of today's action?"

"A little bit," Shirley said, "I—"

"Shirley, Banner roasted a bit—" Bucky suddenly opened the door and walked in. He was startled when he saw Bruce there, and while he stumbled to explain, he backed away in a panic, "Yes, I'm sorry, I see your door is open." -"

"It's okay, we're just chatting." Shirley said quickly, Bucky's tone seemed to break through what they were doing shady, and even she felt inexplicably embarrassed, "Bucky, come in, fine."

So Bucky had no choice but to walk in again, and said hello to Bruce awkwardly, "Mr. Wayne."

"James Barnes," Shirley introduced to Bruce, "Steve's teammate."

"Hello, Mr. Barnes." Bruce shook his hand. He had heard Shirley talk about it—not just talking about it, Shirley sent him a selfie of her and Bucky. The metal arm of the man showed great enthusiasm.

Bucky said that Banner grilled some steaks and sausages and asked her if she wanted to eat them. Shirley fought hard all morning and was already hungry after relaxing, so she went out with Bruce to eat, and then ran into Tony who also came out of the room.

"Aha—look who this is, Bruce Wayne? What's the matter, can the Avengers Building even get into your eyes?"

Bruce: "..."

Shelly: "..."

Half an hour later, she sent Bruce away. Bruce, who had been fighting with Tony for a long time, looked at her and said, "I should have taken you away."

Just sorry, very sorry.

Shirley smiled and kissed his lips, Bruce hugged her, and whispered in her ear: "Come to the manor to have dinner at night? Both Afu and the two children have seen the news and are very worried about you."

Shirley nodded. Jason also called her many times. She couldn't go into details, so she only replied a text message saying it was okay.

Bruce said, "There's a dinner party in three days, I mentioned it to you, remember?"

"Hmm...um." Shirley thought for a while before remembering, "Remember, do I have to go there when I'm ready?"

"Come to Gotham and prepare again, your dress is with me."

Shirley poked his abs with a smirk: "Your reason for letting me go to Gotham is too euphemistic." Will you die if you miss you?

Bruce grabbed her hand, pretending not to be pierced by her, and asked, "Afu asked me to ask you what you want to eat."

"I want to eat meat." Shirley pursed her mouth. She is very hungry now. She patronized Tony and Bruce who were fighting with each other just now, and didn't eat much. "However, as long as it is made by Afu, I will Just like it, don’t be particular.” She said with a smile, “Remember to tell Jason and Dick that I’m fine, so they don’t worry. Especially Jason, who called me so many times this morning, I almost thought he was there I'm not in class anymore."

Bruce nodded obediently, "Okay."

After returning home——

Jason: "How's Shirley?"

"fine."

Jason continued to ask persistently: "Did she not say anything?"

"No."

"..."

"Don't play with your phone in class from now on."

"Oh."

The author has something to say: Bucky: We agreed to be poor together, but you secretly owned your own house.

Steve: I'm not me without you stop talking nonsense.