The Kun fighter slowly and steadily landed on the edge of the sparkling lake, and there was a rustling sound as the air blew into the dense woods. The gangway at the rear of the plane descended, and Skye, who was carrying a duffel bag, stepped off the plane after Coulson.

The view from this place is really good. The water of the lake is as clear as a mirror, and there is a mysterious white mist floating on the surface of the lake. The trees on the shore of the lake are lush and rustle in the breeze, like singing a pleasant lullaby. The wind that pierces through the trees caresses the surface of the lake, and the blue waves cover the surface of the lake, like turquoise silk.

There is a wooden hut built on the edge of this lake, which is simple and small, but it is a good place for vacation. But Skye wasn't in the mood for a vacation at the moment, and she followed Coulson towards the cabin, thinking of the big men who had become famous and would have been in seclusion from the rest of the world. She felt as if she was heading down that line.

"This was one of Director Fury's retreats, and I haven't been here in years." Coulson led her into the room and placed her backpack on a wooden table.

Skye surveyed the cabin, "Fury doesn't look like the kind of person who would hide in the cabin and relax. So what the hell is this place? ”

"A safe house for the supernatural." Coulson explained, "Captain America was here for a few weeks when he first thawed. ”

Skye knew that Captain America was Coulson's favorite idol since he was a child, and he mentioned the captain in the hope that it would make Skye feel better about what was going on, but that didn't help.

Skye took a deep breath: "Okay, but who is the 'safe house' meant to make feel safe?" Strangers? Or someone else around? ”

"Both." Coulson paused, "Skye...... I'm afraid I'll have to forbid you to go on any more field assignments. ”

"I understand." She whispered.

Yes, she understands, but what's the use of understanding?

She's done her best these days to pretend everything is okay in front of other people, but she can't lie to herself that she doesn't care. S.H.I.E.L.D. used to be her home, and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were the most meaningful identities in her inexplicable life.

But now she's about to lose that identity, and not only that, but she's also going to have to be locked up in this beautiful little cage. She suddenly felt like one of those werewolves who were about to have a seizure on a full moon night, and when it came to the attack, she had to be isolated and returned to normal before she could be taken back.

Oh, and she didn't know if she would ever be picked up.

Coulson reassured, "You won't be alone here. ”

"Really? I don't think it looks like there's going to be a neighbor. ”

"There is a direct video communication line between here and the base, and Mei will come to see you once in a few days."

"So what am I supposed to do here? Fishing? ”

"If you're going to go out, be careful." "There's a laser fence around the area. ”

Skye had nothing more to say.

Yay, and laser fencing. How could this place be more like a cage?

Coulson reached out and pressed it on her shoulder: "You see, this place is safe, you can completely relax and don't think too much." You can get a good feel for it, learn how to master your abilities, and everyone is looking forward to seeing you back on the front lines. ”

"Well, I understand." She nodded.

Coulson gave her one last hug and left. Skye lay outside the windowpane, staring blankly as the Kun fighter ignited by the lake and took off, rising into the sky with a rumbling roar. She just looked up, until the black warplane turned into a small black dot in the distant sky.

"Alright, Skye." She looked back at the contents of the humble cottage and said to herself, "Welcome to the first day of isolation." ”

Night.

A vague afterimage wrapped in the raging flames burst through the atmosphere, whistling and hissing and crashing down. The flames trailing behind it drew a long arc that seemed to cut the night sky in half.

It swooped down at an accelerated rate into a dense forest between the mountains, unleashing an astonishing impact as it landed. The dazzling light of the fire rose high, and the hot impact tore through the tall trees one after another, and the thick trunks fell one after another in the thick dust.

The smoke cleared, the flames burned fiercely, and the tall, burly figure slowly stepped out of the great crater and took a stand on the mound that had been pushed by the impact.

It was a big man in shiny black armor, dressed in a long black robe. His skin was a strange dark blue and he had an intimidating face. He carried a heavy tomahawk with a complex structure on his shoulder, and the glittering light of fire reflected on the edge of the axe, as if he had come out of some mythical story.

He pulled out a small instrument and laid it flat in the palm of his outstretched palm. It was a gadget like an electronic compass, and the moment the switch was activated, a fan-shaped screen with an obtuse center popped up, and a virtual pointer on the screen turned left and right as if it was being pulled by something.

The pointer quickly locks in a certain direction.

The blue-skinned hunk narrowed his eyes and stared in that direction for a moment. He put away his instruments, picked up his tomahawk, and strode into the depths of the forest.

***

After working and assembling with several mechanical arms for more than half a day, Michael finally completed the gauntlet of the right forearm of the vibranium armor.

At this time, he was personally putting on this gauntlet and testing various properties. He tested the output, mobility, proper functioning of the energy supply pipes, and the efficiency of energy transmission, and finally the performance data returned by the gauntlet was quite satisfactory.

"The gauntlets are working well, but the receiver would do well a little more tuning." Michael removed his armor and put it back on the bench, "Record the experimental data, and we can almost start preparing the assembly of the other parts." ”

"No problem, sir." "By the way, Miss Maximov has already received your gift, and she left a phone message saying that she would like to thank her in person and apologize for her inappropriate remarks. Need a callback? ”

"No, mark the message as read." Michael said lightly, and at the same time began to call up the design drawings of the other parts of the armor.

However, not long after he got back to work, Shirley had to interrupt him.

"Sorry to interrupt, sir, but I'm afraid there's another urgent message here you'll want to pay attention to." "A Sky Sword satellite for deep space exploration has just detected an unidentified flying object coming from outside the sky, just a few minutes ago when it entered the atmosphere," she said. ”

Michael stopped what he was doing.

"You mean aliens?"

"The satellite trajectory indicates that the other party is from outer space, and the signal does not match any frequency known to Earth, and it is impossible to make contact. So if you want me to speculate, yes, I think it could be aliens. ”

Michael took off his goggles and stood up from the bench.

Extraterrestrial-related matters may be the most serious issue in the world right now, and considering the various devastating disasters from extraterrestrial that the Earth of the Marvel world could have faced, it is impossible to be too cautious in dealing with extraterrestrial events.

"Do you need to send a nearby Heavenly Sword team to dispatch?"

"No, you don't." Michael walked briskly towards the suit's display case, "I'll see it for myself." ”