Both of them were overjoyed.
Director Nick Fury cleared his throat twice.
"Hmm, that's normal. I'm over fifty."
"How could I not have a wife? I just haven't really talked about it with you."
Upon hearing this, Hawkeye and Black Widow suddenly became very curious.
"Hey, Director, what does your wife look like?"
"Is she pretty? Do you have kids? I'm really curious!"
"Yes, yes, Director, when will you take us to see her?"
Looking at the two originally serious S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, they suddenly seemed like the gossiping aunts of the village intelligence team.
Director Fury felt a bit anxious, being pressured about marriage.
He waved his hand impatiently.
"Hey, I'll take you to meet them in due time. But for now, I'll tell you one thing."
"My wife looks different every single day!"
Hawkeye frowned in confusion.
His wife looks different every day? How is that possible?
Could it be that she takes great care of herself, has incredible makeup skills, and loves playing with seductive uniforms, wearing a different one each day?
Wow… the Director really is something.
This time, he looked genuinely happy.
Patting his hands together, Nick Fury said:
"Alright, alright, let's watch the video first."
[Seeing that it was Director Nick Fury, Captain America relaxed slightly.]
He reached out and turned on the lights.
Suddenly.
Under the light.
He saw Director Fury sitting on the sofa, covered in injuries.
(It looked awkward.)
[Director Nick Fury covered his mouth with his hand, gesturing "shush."]
Then he turned the lights off again.
Captain America stared in disbelief.
He really couldn't remember…
[Why was Fury so badly injured, yet didn't return to S.H.I.E.L.D. for treatment and was hiding here instead?]
[Could it be that the person who harmed Fury came from inside S.H.I.E.L.D.?]
[Is there a traitor within S.H.I.E.L.D.?]
[Nick Fury typed a few keys on his phone—walls have ears!]
Nick Fury: "Sorry for showing up uninvited. But I really had nowhere else to go."
Captain America looked around cautiously, checking for bugs or enemies.
[Fury continued typing on his phone—S.H.I.E.L.D. has been compromised.]
Captain America frowned. "Who else knows about your wife?"
[Fury knew Captain America was asking—who else knows that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s secrets have been exposed.]
He typed: "Just you and me."
[Fury: Just… my friends.]
Captain America: "Are we friends?"
Nick Fury: "That depends on you."
Before Captain America could respond, two loud bangs were heard.
[Fury was shot in the chest, collapsing into a pool of blood.]
Shield.
Nick Fury: "!!!"
Hawkeye: "!!!"
Black Widow: "!!!"
Who would have thought?
Fury really was shot—inside Captain America's home!
The enemy's bullet had slightly missed its target.
Didn't it just aim at Captain America?
Doesn't he fear the world's wrath falling upon him?
Fury slammed a fist on the table.
"Damn it!"
"Who is this?!"
"Who dares in this world?!"
Asgard.
Loki showed a sinister smile.
"I sense a plot here."
Thor's hair practically stood on end.
"Loki, what do you mean by that? Are you plotting this murder?"
After saying this, he widened his eyes, as if ready to pounce.
Loki stepped back, drew a circle in the air with his right hand, and then placed it over his chest.
"Oh, my foolish brother. Why would you think that?"
"If you really think that, no wonder Father took your throne away."
Hearing this, Thor was furious.
Even without his godly powers at the moment, he wanted to teach his foul-mouthed brother a lesson.
Odin struck the ground with his spear.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Quiet, Thor!"
Thor's anger immediately paused.
Seeing Thor stop, Odin turned to Loki.
"Alright, Loki, my child. Tell me your thoughts."
Earlier, on the screen, he had seen that Howard was ten years late in showing paternal care to Tony.
Odin realized it was time to speak to Loki more gently.
His tone softened unconsciously.
Loki noticed the unusual tone.
He was slightly bewildered.
Father… when did you start speaking like this?
Since I grew up, I haven't heard Father speak to me like this for many years.
Even the big fool Thor beside him, Father never spoke to him this way.
Could it be…
Father sees potential in me?
He not only wants me to be King of Jotunheim, but also to inherit Asgard's throne?
Loki was thrilled.
"Hmm… Loki… wait, wait. Now. Let's show Father our abilities!"
So Loki began to explain:
"Father, I think so too. From dawn to dusk…"
"You could say Director Nick Fury has been pursued in a series of linked attacks. Every time he is chased, it targets the 'rhythm' of his breathing!"
"You also know I have loved studying tricks since I was a child. Among these tricks is one that makes the opponent feel repulsed."
"This method is designed to cut off the opponent's breathing path! In other words, it disrupts the opponent's spell!"
"But this method requires a very deep understanding of the opponent, predicting their next move, even predicting their predictions!"
"The one who can do this must be a close relative!"
"So, I deduce the enemy must come from within S.H.I.E.L.D., someone closest to Director Fury! And this assassination plan was laid years ago!"
"That's why I say, I smell a conspiracy."
After speaking, Loki wore a face awaiting praise.
Odin nodded.
"Loki, your analysis is excellent. You truly deserve to be my child."
Hearing his father's praise, Loki's smile grew brighter.
At this moment, a new title appeared on the screen:
"Famous Scene 4: Fierce Fight in the Elevator!"
The stinky building caught their attention.
"Wow!"
"A fierce fight in an elevator!?"
"Is this what I think it is?"
"Hey, I like it!"
But Happy hadn't forgotten.
The last episode beginning with "passion" had shown him and Black Widow sharing a passionate night in a car.
Though he felt slightly embarrassed, repeatedly whipped by Rhodey and Tony, at least he could still enjoy the erotic scenes from Black Widow!
This wave! Not a loss!
Now.
It was a video of Captain America, titled "Passion."
Who would Captain America share this passion with?
Was it Black Widow secretly in love with him?
Or was he planning to invite his new neighbor Sharon for coffee?
Happy smacked his lips, sighing.
"Captain America is really lucky!"
On the screen, the video continued:
[Inside the S.H.I.E.L.D. building elevator.]
[Captain America holding his shield, gazing at the view outside.]
[Recalling the chaos of the past few days.]
[Director Nick Fury is dead.]
The assailant caught the flying shield with one hand.
Secretary Pierce said Director Fury had secretly exchanged intelligence behind his back.
[How is that possible?]
[Even though he had been working with this shady character for only a few months, he instinctively felt, despite the dark personality, he wasn't truly evil.]
[After the dark agent was shot and fell, he stuffed a USB into his pocket, telling himself—trust no one!]
A traitor within S.H.I.E.L.D.? Who is it? Who can be trusted?
Captain America sighed.
He felt… this world was no longer the one he once knew.
In his era, Hydra was evil! The Allies were just!
The world was either black or white! Pure, simple, beautiful.
Now in this world…
[On the contrary, everyone seems to have their own hidden agendas.]
[It seems that those who look ugly aren't necessarily bad; those who look beautiful aren't necessarily good.]
Captain America sighed again.
Had he fallen behind the times?
[Bang!]
The elevator doors opened.
A lean, highly capable man, Rumlow, entered with several others.
[Rumlow: All assault team members, prepare!]
Others replied: Yes, sir!
[Rumlow saw Captain America and greeted him.]
[Rumlow: Captain, the evidence team found some fibers on the stairs, wants us to check. Should the tactical team be deployed?]
Captain America: "Let's check the situation first."
[Rumlow: Alright.]
Captain America noticed that Rumlow's team kept their hands on their pistols, ready to strike at any moment.
He furrowed his brows, scanning the room.
[Noticing Captain America's gaze, the others turned their heads, pretending nothing had happened.]
As if nothing had occurred.
[Ding-dong!]
They reached a new floor.
The elevator doors opened.
[A few staff in suits and ties, carrying briefcases, entered.]
[A circle seemed to form.]
Captain America eyed them suspiciously.
The atmosphere felt odd.
[Rumlow spoke.]
[Rumlow: I regret what happened to Fury. It was a tragedy.]
Captain America: "Thank you."
But he didn't relax.
[He noticed a black man sweating nervously beside him.]
[Ding-dong!]
A new floor.
The doors opened again.
[Another group entered.]
At this moment, the others in the elevator had completely surrounded Captain America.
He looked at the back of the newcomer's head.
Extremely clean.
[Or rather…]
Too clean!
Like a soldier… or a mercenary!
But this person wore a janitor's uniform.
[Weird!]
[This is really strange!]
The elevator doors closed.
Captain America spoke:
"Before we do anything, I want to say something."
Hydra forever!
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