"Then, state your name and rank for the record."

In the interrogation room of the S.H.I.E.L.D. building, Natasha is under investigation into internal work procedures.

"Natasha. Romanoff, S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, level eight. ”

"How long have you been working as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, Agent Romanoff?"

"It's June, and next month will be exactly six years."

Natasha's palm rests on a round, glowing soft yellow device.

Behind her are various instruments, monitoring her physical indicators to determine the truth of what she has said.

She was the only one in the room, and the message of inquiry came to her through the headset.

"What do you think of your job responsibilities?"

Natasha replied expressionlessly, "I directly obey Nick. Director Fury. ”

"I am in my own territory, investigating illegal, unnatural, and terrorist threats, and I have ample operational authority. I don't understand why I was being surveyed. ”

"For the past few months, S.H.I.E.L.D. has been unable to contact you, according to your own account, you were trapped by a terrorist force and managed to escape, but based on the address you provided, we have not found any presence related to terrorists."

"That means the other party has transferred, which doesn't prove anything."

Natasha said with a serious expression.

The instrument that detected if she was lying did not sound an alarm.

In terms of counter-reconnaissance, she has sufficient experience and means, and can easily hide from the machine.

"Have you been in contact with your colleagues or others during your assignment?"

"Nope."

"Why isn't there a connection?"

"Fury has an order, maybe you can ask him."

Natasha replied with a serious expression.

"Well, is there anything else you'd like to add before your questioning is over?"

"Yes."

She said to the human voice in the headphones in a cold tone, "I think this is a bad idea. ”

"What do you mean?"

"I think you have more important things to do, like mutants, those people are the real threat, they are threatening the safety of humanity, and if I were you, I would put more energy into that."

After listening to her voice, the voice in the headset said to her: "We have recorded what you said, thank you for your cooperation." ”

After a series of processes, Natasha came out of the inquiry room.

She soon meets Nick. Fury.

With a stern expression, Nick said to her, "I don't know about your investigation, Agent Romanoff. ”

"You know, I don't have all the control here, even though I'm ostensibly the head of the fucking S.H.I.E.L.D."

Nick in the office. Fury burst into a foul mouth, "There are some invisible things here, and some programs can still bypass me, such as the investigation of you." ”

"Really? Can I understand that I have become the object of suspicion for some? ”

She frowned, remembering what Peter had said to herself.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has a lot of "Hydra?" ”

Was he really right?

Is the "invisible thing" that Nick Fury says really Hydra?

As she fell into deep thought, Nick continued to say to her, "Do you know what happened to S.H.I.E.L.D. recently? ”

"I don't know."

"Very well, I'll have to recount the damn plan again."

Nick. Fury's eyes were unkind and he walked to the window and looked out at the cityscape.

"Captain Rogers has woken up, but he's escaped from the sanatorium we prepared for him and found him, it's your latest mission."

Hearing the other party say that Captain America had escaped, her expression changed slightly.

"Understood."

After Natasha quietly left Nick's office, Nick. Fury stood quietly for a moment, his expression serious.

"Good morning, Mr. Markline."

The next day, early in the morning, Peter greeted Captain America as he woke up.

"Good morning, Peter."

"You don't seem to be in good spirits."

Peter looked at his dark circles and asked him.

"I had some dreams, dreams about war."

Steve didn't hide his dreams from Peter.

"I've seen war, my war, and after all this time, I can still dream of those fox holes in the Black Forest."

His expression was a little heavy, "I can still hear the screams of the frightened soldiers, it seems unfair to smell their blood and sweat, the outside world has been going through so long, and my dream is still 1944." ”

"Hmm."

Peter nodded, "This should be PTSD." ”

“PTSD？ What is it? ”

Peter explained to him, "Post-war traumatic stress syndrome, or 'PTSD' for short, maybe you should see a psychiatrist. ”

"No, I don't need to, thank you, I don't think a psychiatrist can make me a normal person through a simple conversation."

He admits that he is not a normal person now.

"That's not for sure."

Peter shook his head and headed downstairs.

Before breakfast, Steve suddenly walked towards Uncle Ben with a solemn expression.

He said that there were some important things that he wanted to tell Uncle Ben alone.

Although Uncle Ben was strange, he had a good impression of the other party, so he didn't doubt him and followed Steve to the side.

As a result, Steve actually dragged Uncle Ben into the toilet.

Peter was in the living room, watching the two walk towards the bathroom.

Then the sound of the toilet flushing was heard in the toilet.

After flushing the water, Uncle Ben walked out with a strange expression.

Even without looking, Peter could guess what was going on inside the toilet.

It's nothing more than Captain America doesn't know how to use a modern toilet, so he can only quietly find Uncle Ben to help him flush the toilet.

It is estimated that Uncle Ben at this time is also confused, and there are still people who can't use the toilet?!

After breakfast, Gwen went to Peter's house and began to visit her idol.

Although he wants to go out and see the modern world, he is pestered by Gwen, and Steve can only stay at home and tell Gwen about his deeds.

He regretted it a little now, and he knew that he would slip away after drinking coffee.

After being pestered by fans, this feeling is really not very good.

Night.

Steve can finally disguise himself and explore the modern city.

Putting on a baseball cap and sunglasses, he said goodbye to Peter and walked into the night.

Peter was in the room, looking through the biological information Dr. Connor had given him.

A few minutes later, he received a call from Black Widow.

After receiving information about S.H.I.E.L.D., Peter put his phone back in his pocket.

"Maybe we can do something exciting, like exploring the city, doing a good day for a day, or helping someone's cat get it back from a tree, or helping a helpless citizen find his wallet, in short, as long as I face that stupid guy of Captain America, I'm going to be very uncomfortable, and I need to be liberated."

A black viscous substance gushed out of Peter's body, alienating the symbiote venom from his head, and suggested to Peter, "Maybe we can go to the city at night." ”

"If you continue to be so noisy, I'll consider turning you into a mute."

Peter said unceremoniously to the other party.

Venom immediately obediently returned to Peter's body.

After reprimanding Venom, Peter opens his laptop and finds an email from Doctor Octopus in his mailbox.

According to the agreement between the two men, the other party provided them with those genetically diverse objects.

But now it seems that the other side is a little unprofessional, and has been indulging in the "war" of Hammer Industries recently, looking for Justin. Hammer's troubles.

Doctor Octopus sent an email to himself, saying that he had found a suspected genetic test subject in New York City again, and provided him with the scope of the other person's activities.

Closing his notebook, Peter looked out into the night.

The night was getting darker and darker, and dark clouds covered the sky, as if the wind was blowing outside.

"The wind is blowing?"

Manhattan, on the rooftop of an office building.

A dark shadow stood on it, whispering to himself.

She looked down at a middle-aged white man in the building opposite, arguing with a young girl.

The black shadow wears a black tights, which perfectly highlights the bumpy figure.

The other party has silver hair, a black cat-shaped mask that covers the upper part of his face, and a pale yellow windproof goggle in the middle of the mask to prevent him from covering his eyes.

Looking down, she looked at the watch on her wrist to see the time.

The time display is 11:30.

She expertly pulled the hook gun from between her arms and fired it at the building opposite.

"Bang!"

One end of the hook gun shot into the walls of the building.

She set up a rope at this end of the rooftop and pulled it into a tight rope in the air.

Jumping onto the rope with dexterity, balancing herself, her feet using the rope as a bridge to the other end of the rooftop.

"What's going on?"

At the front desk of the building, a roof alarm was heard.

The two receptionists glanced at each other, "The alarm on the roof went off, is it the wind blowing?" ”

"Speaking of which, it was indeed windy today, and I looked at the weather forecast."

"Then you don't have to call the police?"

The black guard looked at the surveillance, "It must have been the wind blowing, and the door didn't open." ”

He pointed to the iron door on the rooftop in the surveillance and said to his colleagues: "Isn't this a common thing? It must be the wind that made it. ”

"But the manual says it's best to call the police."

"Oh, are you going to have the police come and discipline us?"

The two argued for a while, and finally went to the rooftop to check the situation alone.

The front desk guard pushed open the door and entered the rooftop.

Before he could take two steps, his hat was blown away by the wind.

"Damn! My hat! ”

He hurried to chase his hat.

And while he was chasing his hat, a black shadow immediately rushed into the door.

With a "bang", after the black shadow entered, the iron door was slammed shut.

"Damn! The door is closed! ”

The guard who picked up the hat wanted to cry without tears when he saw the iron door that was blown shut by the wind.

I'm locked out!

"Hey! It's me, I'm locked out, come up to me. ”

The guards radioed their colleagues for help.

"You can always mess up everything."

The black man shook his head and stood up, ready to walk towards the rooftop.

By the time he left, the silver-haired woman in a black tights had already entered the building.

(End of chapter)