"I'm sorry." Neil slowly got up and smiled at the group.

Vision stood up and hurriedly made room for Neil.

"Beep?"

Ephess wanted to follow.

Neil touched Efez's head and smiled, "You just stay here, play with the guys, and don't have to follow me all the time." ”

Struggling to weave his way through the crowd, Neil walked slowly into the bathroom.

Turning on the faucet to let the cold flow through his arm, Neil gritted his teeth and stared at himself in the mirror.

Syllable!

Neil slapped himself hard.

The powerful force compresses the air in the palm of his hand into a shock wave, if it were not for the body surface covered by him even if a layer of energy prevented the energy from impacting out, it is estimated that the entire bathroom would be shattered by the shock wave, and the glass would be shattered into slag.

"What exactly do you want to do, do you want to give up?" Neil's low, hoarse voice growled from his throat.

Syllable!

Another crisp backhand slap.

"Wake up, Neil! You don't need camaraderie like that! This is poison that will sink into your heart, don't forget your original promises and vows! ”

Neil was like a madman, talking and muttering to himself in a low voice.

His dark red eyes flickered, and his face was sometimes determined, sometimes hesitant.

Staring at himself in the mirror, Neil clenched his fists, and his originally clean image became like a crazy heartbreaker, complex and disorganized emotions, his messy hair stood on end, and the tips of his hair flashed with a faint dark red magic.

Silent silence.

Half ringing.

Neil picked up a small stream of water, splashed it on his face, and rubbed his face violently.

Whew-

The breath exhaled, and Neil's eyes changed to the unwavering gaze again, suggesting that no one should approach.

"You don't need friends!"

The palm of his hand burst into a dark red light, and the water droplets of his entire arm were instantly evaporated.

Sorting through his messy hair, Neil's index finger covered in mana, flicked his head slightly, and went to the door, re-smiling falsely, and pushed the door open.

Turning his head to look at the Avengers chatting on the second floor, Neil quietly stepped up the stairs and walked to the top floor.

Finally finding a chance to get out of the dense conversation space of the Avengers, he had to find a place to stay alone.

Reaching out to hold the lock on the top floor, Neil's palm reddened slightly.

Click, Zila!!

Electric sparks flicker.

Neil: "......"

Helplessly glancing at the fingerprint lock that had been burned and melted by the high temperature, Neil pushed open the door to the top floor, and in front of him was a beam of light that shot straight into the sky from the inside of the building, containing a huge amount of energy.

But even standing here at such close range, Neil didn't really feel the glare of this beam larger than a few people.

It's dazzling, but it's a warm glow.

Comfortable and warm air flow swept around the beam, Neil nodded in satisfaction, and then looked at the smooth slope more than ten meters high behind him, Neil jumped up and sat down slowly on the platform at the top of the Stark Building.

The bracelet lit up.

A lit cigarette appeared between his fingers.

Neil propped one hand behind his back, one hand resting on his bent knee, his fingers holding the cigarette rolled, and his eyes looked calmly at the streets of New York.

A cloud of smoke came out of his mouth.

Just as Neil was about to enjoy this rare solitude, a familiar voice came from below his ears.

"It's so cold outside, what do you think about running out alone?"

"Nick Fury, you bastard......" Neil couldn't help but scold.

"Oh, pay attention to the language, man, we're here to talk to you."

"Long time no see, Neil!" Coulson also shouted below.

Neil didn't want to respond to these two bastards and smoked a cigarette to his own when they weren't there.

Nick Fury and Coulson looked at each other helplessly, and found the steel staircase left behind when it was built.

"Won't we, sir, really want to go up?"

"You have the ability to call Neil down." Nick Fury glared at Coulson, and the ladder tendons he was following began to climb slowly.

Coulson leaned over and looked down, swallowing a mouthful of saliva, this place is indeed very dangerous, there are no safety measures around, and the steel ladder is suspended in the air.

Next to it is the unsecured street of New York, and once you fall, you will never be able to tell whether the object is a person or a high-altitude projectile on the ground.

"Actually, I think we can shout at him down there."

"You have a loud voice, you shout!"

Fury's voice had become smaller and smaller under the surging air currents in the air.

Seeing this, Coulson gritted his teeth, and hurriedly followed, and muttered comfortingly: "It's okay, if you fall so high, no one will know that this is Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D., at most, some people are curious about who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, wrapped in clothes and wrapped in meat foam, and littered ...... from the sky."

The more comforted he became, the more panicked he became, and Coulson quickly followed Nick Fury, and climbed onto the building's tallest platform.

"Natasha told me that you wouldn't be here today." Neil swallowed the clouds.

"She can't always have first-hand information."

Neil turned his head to look at Coulson, who was lying on the ground panting, and smiled: "Why are you here too, aren't you afraid that Stark will know that you are still alive?" ”

"Hah...... This one...... I know, so we blocked the top floor first, and if you can't see me on Friday, Stark won't know. Coulson gasped and responded intermittently.

"You came downstairs and no one noticed you?"

Nick Fury pointed to the invisible Quint fighter on the side.

"New technology!"

Nildo looked twice, but his eyes didn't even see a flaw, and his perception didn't sense the slightest hint of an abrupt chaotic air current.

"It's amazing." Neil praised.

"You don't like to be in a busy place?"

Fury hesitated for a moment, bent down to pat the dust off the ground, and sat down beside Neil.

"Some?"

"No, quit early."

Neil looked at Coulson again.

Coulson also waved his hand to indicate no.

"Well, okay."

Neil glanced at the cigarette he had lit, tucked it between his fingers, and smoked both at once.

"If I say that I smoke too much at this time, which is not good for my health, will you want to beat me?" Coulson quipped.

Neil pondered for a moment, then nodded without hesitation.

"Yes!"

"Then I won't talk about it."

Neil glanced at Coulson, and the smile in his eyes hinted at Coulson's acquaintance.

"What, what's wrong with me?" Neil turned his head to look at Nick Fury, who blended in perfectly with the scenery, and he felt that this guy should be the perfect stalker at all times, as long as he was in the dark.

Because he never wears anything other than black, plus his own skin, which forms a natural protective color.