Marvel turns into Iron Man

"So, we... uh, can't you save them?"

Daisy looked at the dilapidated scenery outside the city, her face was full of complexity.

"Sorry, dear, we are just spectators who do not exist in this world."

Miss Stark said, and gently waved back the illusion.

The figures of the two appeared again inside the penthouse of the building.

But this time, it just returned to the normal universe.

"The Anarchism."

Another word came out of Miss Stark's lips.

"Sorry, what are you talking about?"

But Daisy didn't seem to hear clearly, she asked again.

"Anarchism, though pursuing unrestricted equality in order to obtain freedom."

"However, in essence, they are still a group of radicals."

Miss Stark said, got up and sat down beside Daisy.

From a psychological point of view, she is trying to shorten the distance between two people to achieve the result of spiritual dialogue.

"Skye, human beings are a community of destiny, and what anarchism can only bring is the end of self-destruction."

"I won't tell you any great truth, I just want to ask you a question."

"If there is no department like S.H.I.E.L.D., can human beings resist the invasion from alien planets?"

Her argument stands on the need for an impersonal guardian of the world.

SHIELD is obviously the best choice for this guardian.

Daisy didn't answer, but fell into silence.

She was thinking about the significance of what she had done.

She used to think that those things should be exposed to more people.

Let them know about those "special talents" that those guys in black suits hunt all over the world.

Daisy always thought that what she did was the real right choice.

When a true superhero tells himself to his face that everything he does is futile.

And not only didn't help those people, but even dragged them into danger.

All of this greatly shocked Daisy's heart.

"I found that you seem to have leaked a lot of information about Agents of SHIELD on the Internet."

"And such behavior will only put those agents in a more dangerous situation."

Facing Miss Stark's words of accountability, Daisy remained silent.

However, Miss Stark thinks that the fire is almost ready, and if she continues to oppress her, the result may be counterproductive.

"But at least they are a group of trained elites, and how to hide their identities is an important lesson."

The atmosphere gradually eased with her panting, and Daisy raised her head and looked at her silently.

"I know, girl, you still don't trust them."

"But if I give you a chance to take a closer look.

"I think your bad impression of S.H.I.E.L.D. will definitely change."

Miss Stark's words made Daisy look puzzled.

"Do you want to give it a try and experience being an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

And at this moment, Miss Stark's cell phone still by the table buzzed.

"Sorry, I have to answer the phone."

Daisy just shrugged her shoulders lightly, signaling Miss Stark not to care about herself.

"It's Agent Coulson's communication request, do I need to get it on the screen?"

"Of course, Jarvis, put it on."

Jarvis quickly displayed a screen horizontally in front of Miss Stark.

Soon, the screen suddenly rose up, forming Coulson's upper body.

This horrifying scene even made Daisy exclaim a little.

"Good afternoon, Phil, what's the matter?"

Miss Stark didn't shy away from hearing the contents of the phone when someone was around her.

What's more, she originally planned to throw Daisy to Coulson's side.

Therefore, he connected to Coulson's communication at Daisy's side without any concealment.

"Good afternoon, Miss Stark."

The bust of Coulson is suspended in mid-air through a holographic imaging device, forming a strange picture.

"What happened to make you look so anxious?"

"It can't be that your boss intends to deduct your salary."

She made jokes about Nick Fury indifferently.

"Is that hacker named Skye with you?"

The reason why Coulson went to such lengths and even started the holographic communication was actually Daisy beside him.

This made Miss Stark very interested from the bottom of her heart, trying to figure out what happened.

"Just one day ago, a suspected superhero appeared in the video she uploaded on Facebook."

"Before the building exploded, she was at the scene filming what happened."

"We need her to assist in the investigation and find the existence that may be a superhero."

"You know, it's not just us looking for those people, potential enemies are looking for them too."

Coulson's source stemmed from a small loophole in Daisy's uploaded video.

Her original video was encrypted using the same encryption method as Rising Tide.

It was a small habit, but it became the reason why Coulson noticed her.

"We checked all relevant surveillance footage."

"She took an evening flight and showed up at JFK this morning."

"And the last place where she disappeared was that you brought her back to your mansion."

Not only Coulson, but even Miss Stark's eyes fell on Daisy beside her.

Daisy, on the other hand, was a little goosebumped by the weird gazes of the two.

"We need your help finding that man, dear."

"If you don't want him to be taken away—"

Miss Stark fell down on the sofa and put her arms around Daisy's neck.

At such a close distance, she could even ask about the milky scent on her body.

"Wait, who was taken away, isn't he one of yours?"

However, Daisy deftly broke free from Miss Stark's salty pig's hand.

Her words made Coulson fall into silence for a while.

"...our people?"

Coulson repeated in a daze, his hands stuck under the projection as if searching for something.

"Miss, there is no search feedback in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal database."

Jarvis also turned around in the large database of Aegis, as relaxed as going back to his hometown.

But even Jarvis didn't find any clues about the superhero.

"Where did you hear that he belonged to our people? We don't have any records."

Coulson's words plunged Daisy into deep self-doubt.

But soon, she gave another intriguing answer.

"The "Centipede Project", isn't it a project of your S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

PS:

The feeling of knowing how to write but not being able to write

So sad, so sad, so sad, so sad, so sad, so sad