[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

The incident ended with a scream——Dr. Banner, who was awake, stood in the middle of the crowd wearing half-holed trousers, with a dejected expression and an unbelievable expression.

He quickly realized that he wanted to calm down, and forced himself to take a deep breath to try to calm down, but the breathing rhythm became faster and faster, until the probiotics on his body finally took effect, and he fell to the ground, snoring evenly.

Lindell: "..."

It sounds like I slept soundly.

"Personally, I hope this thing doesn't have side effects on his brain, otherwise there is one less smart person in the world."

Tony shrugged in mid-air, and landed slowly, the remaining energy in the field of vision was barely at the 8% dangerous line.

"But the first thing to find out is why he suddenly became like this."

Natasha frowned: "His new transfer location should be safe?"

As for Steve, he was still staring at Bucky in shock—seriously, although he encouraged Lindell to facilitate the process of human goblinization in an emergency, but because of Crowley's warning, he couldn't help it. In fact, it is very clear how low the success rate of this process is.

And in this world of the distant future, no one has taken the initiative to mention any news about James Barnes to him, so, as a fairly perceptive person, he can easily deduce that conclusion—— Therefore, considering that in order not to cause secondary harm to Lindell, he maintained a rare silence on such a conclusion.

But he never thought that he could meet again at this time.

Steve threw a hug, and his childhood best friend swayed in the embrace, still silent.It wasn't until this unresponsive hug ended that the blond World War II veteran realized that his little friend had been too silent.

——It’s not about the sensitivity of the body. His physical condition looks even better than before. The kick he kicked just now made Hulk stagger, but his body is obviously a little uncoordinated The place that makes this person look a bit out of tune with the image in the impression.

"...Bucky?"

Steve called hesitantly.

The other party probably thought about it slowly before showing that comforting smile. Among the three of them, Barnes has always been the one who talks the most and is responsible for organizing activities and enlivening the atmosphere, but his current reaction Let Steve's initial joy turn into tension in an instant: "What's going on with him?"

"It's like forcing a different operating system onto a computer."

Lindell explained: "The memory and mental state are still being sorted out, and it should be fine after a while. The newborn fairies often live in the inner side of the world, where even the laws of physics are different from the human side. .”

"It's like inserting an Android emulator into Windows and starting a program with complex functions?"

Tony said, "So he's stuck in the system now?"

"It's okay for you to understand this way, but it's a skill we can learn to keep up with humans as much as possible. You can understand that he is doing machine learning and is still downloading the voice expansion pack."

Lindell replied deftly, having gotten used to that rather "Stark" way of speaking over the years.

Most of the people present also had an "I see" look on their faces, but there was one person who looked even more confused.

"Voice expansion... what?"

Steve asked.

Tony immediately showed an expression of "there are too many things to explain", and took the lead in dragging the flames to fly away quickly, saying that he wanted to replace a reactor for himself, while Lindell briefly considered what to do from "what?" Is it the Android system" or "what can Google Translate do now?" After drawing up the teaching plan very quickly, it was interrupted by Natasha's dry cough.

"Gentlemen, now is not the time for you to talk about some Internet common sense, whether it is Banner," she pointed to Banner, who was lying face down on the ground and wearing a pair of ripped pants: "It's this one, it should be called For Mr. Barnes? Anyway, we have too many problems to deal with now."

"Then, 'Hub' branch, assemble there in three ten minutes, and I want all of you to come."

The female agent finally gave the order.

On the way back, the car changed from one car to two. Fortunately, the field agents who came to help were also skilled in driving.When he was about to get in the car, Steve took another careful look at Bucky. The other party became quite sensitive to his gaze, and immediately turned his field of vision to look back, even a little puzzled: "Steve?"

"Hey, is there nothing wrong with you?"

"No."

James replied as a matter of course: "I am also very happy to see you again."

The dialogue is normal, but I just can't tell what's weird.The three of them sat in the back row, and the space in a car seemed a little narrow. The two of them squeezed Lindell in the middle. He had to answer questions about Bucky and hold up his mobile phone to make and receive calls, which seemed extremely incompetent. ——Thinking can be divided into pieces, but there is only one mouth.

Lindell is on the phone with Charles.

"I suggest that you re-check the members of SHIELD and check the settings of the building."

Charles said methodically: "If an insider wants to attack Mr. Bruce, it shouldn't be difficult."

"But from the perspective of emotional perception, there should be no fewer people who reported ill-will to Banner..."

Not everyone can turn a blind eye to Hulk's actions. Even within S.H.I.E.L.D., there are endless debates about Hulk's disposal methods, and there is even "he should be airdropped directly to Chernobyl." This kind of violent theory-but Fury has always insisted on keeping Banner in S.H.I.E.L.D., hoping that one day his power will come in handy.

Not even Banner himself believed it.

"But don't you still have someone who is hard to be disgusted with?"

Charles smiled on the phone. He also connected to Fury in this call. It was a small-scale conference call: "I guess the other gentleman who has been listening in should have an idea."

"Ah, that's right."

Fury said in a deep voice through the receiver: "I'll be busy next time."

S.H.I.E.L.D., the hub (thehub) branch.

Bruce Banner was restrained in a metal restraint chair, bare | topless, with heart rate monitoring sensors attached to his chest and wrists.He looked unshaven and covered in dust, and his mental state was very depressed. Although he didn't look so embarrassed after changing into a new pair of pants, he was definitely not in a good state.

"I think it's better for you to put me back in the fridge."

"People like me shouldn't be out there," he said dejectedly.

"Do you remember what happened to yourself before you lost control?"

Natasha got very close, looking directly into the other person's pupils, as if she could directly hit people's hearts through her eyes: "At that time, were there other people around you?"

"I... I don't really know."

Banner replied with some confusion: "The memory of that moment is a little fuzzy... But anyway, you'd better lock me back up. I think it was good before."

He can't even be killed, because when life and death are critical, the Hulk side will forcibly overwrite his body. This may be the survival instinct of human beings, or it may be the "Hulk" who is one with him and has two sides He didn't want to die like this, and even Banner himself couldn't tell what was going on.

The hot-pressed bullets did not kill him, and the mortars and artillery would only make Hulk even more angry. It can be said that the military has thought of many brutal methods, and it is difficult to do more with the armed forces of S.H.I.E.L.D. He'd had enough of hiding in the world for a time, only to cause more casualties and chaos, and now he'd had enough and couldn't return to the prison where he could barely find peace.

"No, you can't go back to the cold storage."

Fury folded his hands on his chest, and walked slowly: "Because of Hulk's loss of control, Bruce Banner's danger level rating increased, and he was handed over to the cold storage for storage through the internal danger rating fast track. That's the process, but that's why — you can't go back there."

"What do you mean?"

Banner froze.

"...Fry, you mean."

And Steve, who had experienced World War II, quickly understood Fury's hidden meaning.

"Because someone wants you to go there."

Think about the composition of the interior of the cold storage, Fury said, many cursed items that cannot be fully explained by current science and technology may be abnormal technologies left by aliens on the earth, dangerous items that are difficult for us to control at present, plus Some human beings who have become insane - putting you in this place is like sprinkling a handful of white phosphorus on a firewood stack that is very easy to ignite. As long as the environment changes slightly, it only needs a little bit of suitable temperature, or even Light can cause disasters.

On the contrary, if you are allowed to stay under the eyes of everyone all the time, and even act as a reliable member, it may be difficult for the enemy to attack.

"At least Lindell's hypnosis is better than anesthesia injections, isn't it? And there are no side effects. If you take a few more shots, you might suffer from middle-aged dementia."

Fury sneered.

"...I'd rather have middle-aged dementia now."

Banner sighed: "I have no other choice?"

"It's the best choice we can make at the moment."

"Ok."

The person sitting in the restraint seat lowered his head, as if he admitted the statement: "No matter what, I will follow your arrangement."

After Banner's problem was solved—it was barely resolved, after all, he still needed further physical examination and psychological inquiry—after that, another familiar face followed.

As long as Americans have experienced World War II, they will be familiar with the members of the Roaring Commando. As one of Captain America's best friends, James Barnes certainly occupies a corner in Fury's memory.While thinking belatedly, "This is probably why Lindell asked for a new identity", he asked, "Mr. Barnes, do you have any plans for yourself in the future?"

"No."

The other party answered decisively, but unfortunately it didn't help the question.

"Of course he's going to live with us."

Lindell arranged without hesitation: "We can share the same kitchen."

"You've got to listen to what he thinks."

Although Fury also thinks that it is a good idea to concentrate all the troubles, Barnes is an adult after all, and there is no reason to let others make decisions about his life: "Let him make his own decisions."

"It will probably take a few months. His memory is now a big messy bookshelf, and it will take a long time to sort it out. Fairies are not a unified classification, just like you humans think Like the genus and genus of the genus and order of the biological classification rules in the world, the 'goblin' can be classified into the level of 'order' at most, and there are as many subdivisions as there are below, ranging from the nature of magic power to living habits to feeding forms. Similarly, if you want to be in harmony with human life, you need time to adapt."

Lindell said as a matter of course: "And why would he not agree? We both agreed to live together."

Natasha reflexively looked at Steve's expression, and the other party showed a complex expression as if he couldn't hide something.It's great to be able to meet your little friends, and it's also great to be able to help each other in the future world, but...he always feels that Lindell's understanding and his own may have some bad deviations.

The "living together" in his mouth probably really means living together in the physical sense, without any additional and emotional derivative meaning mixed in.

"That's fine. Anyway, he will live with you until he becomes a person with full civil capacity again."

Fury didn't bother to care about these details. He already had enough content in his mind, and this was just an ordinary person's brain, and he couldn't learn to divide the thinking of an alchemist: "That's not the point."

"What's the point?"

Clint Barton walked in at some unknown time and said: "To be honest, I just came back from New Mexico, it's really not good to work overtime, and it won't help if you pay me next time... Hey, everyone is here! There are a few new faces, hey newcomer, when did you come? You are... oh jesus!"

He apparently recognized James' face, too.

"Don't interrupt, the point is that we need a new organization dedicated to dealing with this shitty problem - the world has enough troubles that the astronomers in New Mexico just said the other day they picked up aliens , and carrying a hammer that no one can pull up."

"This new organization, I'm tentatively calling it 'The Avengers,'" Fury said.

"Sounds like a somewhat dangerous concept in the field of magic."

Lindell commented: "But I found that you all like to name it like this. When I first knew the name Hydra, I thought it meant the kind of sea monster with many heads that lives in the sea."

"Good soil."

Clint scoffed.

"And what about the list?"

Natasha's attitude is more pragmatic.

"I obey the arrangement, but Lindell and Bucky... still depend on their own wishes."

Steve replied.

Barnes, who was named, has been distracted. At this moment, he is staring at the huge floor-to-ceiling glass outside the S.H.I.E.L.D. It hit the glass with a crack.

Fury: "..."

Lindell raised his forehead: "Don't use magic to do strange things casually. I know it feels weird to restrain the power in the body at first, but just get used to it."

"Ok."

James followed suit, so the pigeon patted its wings again and flew crookedly away, but it seemed that its head hurt a little.

Fury suddenly felt that the prospects of this organization were a bit bleak, but he quickly reassured himself that it was okay. After all, Steve is an upright person and has great commanding skills. Even with a group of psychopaths, he can definitely command properly.

So Banner temporarily lived in the hub after changing a group of people to supervise, and Natasha was responsible for mobilizing Stark. Hammer, began a long and stinky Asgardian royal dispute drama, after the initial curiosity about aliens quickly faded, and even Clint didn't bother to ask more.

After accepting that there are goblins, angels and demons living in this world, and then hearing that there are Norse gods in the world, he feels extremely calm.After all, Lindell has said that God is essentially a creature with a god core that can store a lot of magic power. When myths and legends became common knowledge in biology, the initial nervousness and excitement quickly dissipated.

On the contrary, Steve was very serious: "Then what is the difference between a god and a goblin?"

"Norse gods are the type that use the divine core to drive the body."

Lindell thought for a while, and said succinctly: "Creatures that can be called gods are already a source of magic power, and most goblins need to absorb magic power from the outside world as a supplement."

Well, in short, they are strong.

The issue of interstellar diplomacy between Thor and the people on Earth was packaged and handed over to Coulson-his agent rating reached level [-], which was already a level enough to be independent a long time ago.While pondering over his words baldly, he was harassed by Sol's cheap younger brother. He was miserable for several days and hoped for a replacement several times.However, there are not many agents with mystical experience in S.H.I.E.L.D. Two part-time consultant magicians came and were severely teased by Sol's younger brother, and even fled in embarrassment.

"Whoever saw that kid wanted to beat him up!"

Coulson complained loudly while on the phone: "Can't you come here on a business trip, Lindell?"

"But that guy is the number one mage in the Nine Realms, even if you let me go there, it won't be of much help."

The blond goblin held the mobile phone around his neck and answered the phone while watering the plants in the garden with a hose: "There are not many people on the whole earth who can beat him in spells. I suggest you work in a different way."

How else can this be changed?Coulson hung up the phone angrily.

The author has something to say: Wait until Bucky clears his mind: damn it.