The elevator stopped on the first floor,
He saw that Bruce was also walking towards the exit,
Steve was a little surprised. "Aren't you an employee here?"
Bruce raised his hand,
He pointed to the sign that he had clipped to the bottom pocket of his suit jacket,
It said "Visitor" and had Bruce's name and photo,
He returned the sign to the security guard when he went out.
The two of them arrived at the parking lot,
Bruce saw Steve walking towards a motorcycle and raised his eyebrows. "Harley-Davidson Street 750? That's not good enough. " The Street series was mainly used to meet the needs of stop-and-go driving between cities, so it was paired with a water-cooled engine. This engine was not praiseworthy in terms of acceleration.
"That's not necessarily true." Steve straddled the motorcycle.
Bruce drove to the bridge that connected the island where S.H.E.L.D. was located to the outside world,
He saw Steve whizzing past his car on his motorcycle.
The wind blew Captain America's open windbreaker back. Bruce stepped on the accelerator, and the black SUV passed by the motorcycle. He didn't think there was anything wrong with being overtaken by a motorcycle,
It was just that he had been delayed at S.H.E.L.D. for a long time. If he didn't hurry up, he would be late for work in the afternoon.
After a while, Bruce found that the motorcycle had passed him again,
The sound of the engine could be heard through the closed windows,
He also saw Steve tilting his head and smiling at the driver's seat of the car. He glanced at the needle on the speedometer that was pointing at 60 miles per hour,
Bruce silently stepped on the accelerator again,
The car passed by the motorcycle again.
There were very few cars on the bridge,
The two of them passed each other like this,
They soon arrived at the end of the bridge,
Looking at the city in front of them,
Bruce thought of the speed limit in the city and was about to brake when he saw a car coming at him at an extremely fast speed from the corner of his eye.
If he braked, he would only be hit from the side at full speed. Bruce simply stepped on the accelerator again and sped up. But the car was still hit at the rear.
There was a loud crash and the sound of glass shattering. Bruce only had time to turn the steering wheel to avoid crashing into Steve, who was riding a motorcycle in front of him. His head smashed heavily into the glass beside him. The airbag popped out and the car drifted on the road for a distance before crashing into the green belt and stopping.
Bruce felt dizzy. He instinctively wanted to activate Super Regeneration, but he felt a pain in his head. The suppressor on his neck made a beeping sound. He didn't need to look to know that the blue light on the suppressor had turned red. Bruce swallowed the fishy taste in his mouth and blood flowed out of his nose.
After taking a few deep breaths, Bruce gave up on using his ability. When he felt that the dizziness was slightly alleviated, he saw a car coming from another direction and blocking his way. A few people wearing black combat suits and masks got out of the car with guns in their hands.
Bruce opened the door and got out of the car awkwardly. He staggered two steps before he could stand firm. In front of him, Steve was already fighting with the people.
Steve didn't have a weapon in his hand, but he was agile, strong, and very good at fighting. He weaved through the people and didn't fall behind at all. Instead, he knocked people to the ground.
Two people got out of the car that had hit Bruce from behind and charged at Bruce. Without thinking, Bruce pulled out his gun and fired at the two people. Bang! Bang! The bullets hit the two people in the middle of their eyebrows. They fell to the ground with their eyes wide open.
At that moment, two more cars came from both sides of the road. Bruce ran to the motorcycle on the side and started it. He directly knocked away the person who was fighting with Steve and shouted at Steve, "Get on." At the same time, he shot the person who had been knocked down by Steve and was about to get up and launch a sneak attack.
Steve quickly got rid of the people and jumped directly behind Bruce. Bruce turned the handlebars, and the engine roared as he accelerated toward the city. The two new cars behind them also caught up.
Turning back to S.h.e.l.d. wasn't a good choice. First of all, they didn't have the time to turn around. Second, to get back to S.h.e.l.d., they had to cross a long straight bridge. The motorcycle's speed was no better than a car's. If they were caught, they would have no choice but to fight. However, Steve didn't have any equipment. If the enemy opened fire, they would easily get hurt. In addition, Bruce was wearing a suppressor and didn't want to expose his ability. He couldn't take care of these obviously well-trained people with only one shot.
Someone opened fire from behind. Bruce didn't even turn his head. He held the motorcycle's handlebars slightly and dodged the bullet that was shot at the motorcycle. Most of the other bullets missed because of the high speed.
The motorcycle had already reached its maximum speed, but the cars behind them were still closing in. "I told you your motorcycle isn't strong enough." The high speed made Bruce's newly grown hair stand on end. He almost had to shout to suppress the sound of the engine.
"That's because you haven't seen it …" Steve held Bruce's waist with one hand from behind. He leaned forward and pressed a button next to the handlebar with the other hand.
"What are you doing?" Bruce's body was pressed down, and he almost missed a bullet. "Oh, cool."
As the button was pressed, a jet of air suddenly shot out from the back of the motorcycle, and it suddenly sped up again.
They maintained a moderate distance from the pursuing cars, and it didn't take long for them to reach the city center. After a few turns on the road, the cars behind them disappeared from sight. This wasn't because they were fast or because they used the small roads to shake off the enemies. Instead, it was because the enemies had given up.
After a few more turns, they were sure that the people chasing them were gone. Bruce stopped at the side of the road and got off the motorcycle. He put the gun back into the holster with one hand and took out his phone with the other to make a call.
"Aaron, I'm afraid I'll be late this afternoon."
"There was a car accident. I'm fine. It's just a minor injury."
"It's true. It's not a minor injury. It's what everyone defines as a minor injury. It's just that my head hit the glass and I'm a little dizzy. "
"Don't worry. You know I don't need to go to the hospital. I just need to deal with some follow-up matters. I promise you that when you come back, you'll see me in perfect condition and a table full of dinner. "
"Oh, that hurts my heart. How could it be food poisoning?"
"Okay, bye. Love you."
Steve watched Bruce hang up with a smile. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Bruce raise the phone again with a big smile. He pointed it at himself and pressed on the keyboard. After a while, Bruce finally put away the phone. Steve said in a clear tone, "Girlfriend?"
Bruce glanced at Steve. "No, boss."
Steve was puzzled. Could it be that after seventy years of being frozen, even the basic way of communication had changed? Should he take out a notebook and write this down?
"Don't you need to tell someone about this?" Seeing Steve take out the phone, Bruce walked to a fast food restaurant on the side of the road and asked for some tissues to wipe his nose.
This injury was not caused by the car accident. After the accident, he only hit his head on the glass. Maybe he had a concussion, but there were no external injuries. The bleeding was because he used his mutant ability while wearing the suppressor.
Bruce guessed that the suppressor's principle was to form a certain magnetic field to affect the use of his ability. It was not impossible to use it forcibly, but this magnetic field would cancel out the ability and then convert it into energy that could cause damage. If your mutant ability was strong enough, you could still use the ability, but the effect would be greatly reduced by the magnetic field and you would have to endure some kind of damage.
"Are you okay?" Steve finished the phone call and came to Bruce's side. He looked at the red marks on Bruce's face that had not been wiped clean. "Do you need to go to the hospital?"
"No." Bruce threw the red tissue into the trash can. "Do you know who those people are? Why did they attack you? " Knowing the identity of Captain America, plus Steve fought with those people first, Bruce thought that he had not offended anyone except for the arrested serial killer. He thought that he was just accidentally involved in the incident against Captain America.
"I don't know, but I'm sorry to have involved you." Steve obviously thought that he was the target. Since he woke up, it was not the first time he had faced such a situation. He did not know where the news was leaked.
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Way, you're a good shot. "
"Because it's the field department, there are tests every year, so I have to stay above the standard." Bruce took out his FBI ID from his pocket and waved it. "Your skills are amazing, Mr. Rogers." If he did not use his ability now, he obviously could not beat Steve. His physical fitness was probably twice as good.
"Steve, just call me Steve. Do you wear this when you're in the field? Isn't it inconvenient? "
Bruce looked at himself and was about to say something when a car stopped in front of the fast food restaurant. A man and a woman walked out and looked at their suits. "You can ask them about this."
"We're here to pick you up, Team … Mr. Rogers." The man said, "I'm Phil Coulson, and this is Natasha Romanov. Agent Jones, please come with us."
"Do I have to go too?"
"Then why are you staying here?" Natasha's red hair reached her shoulders, and she was a beauty. She looked very capable at the moment, but Bruce knew that as long as she wanted to, she could show any side of her that you wanted to see. This was the world's top intelligence worker, the famous Black Widow.
"I just want to know if the car will be reimbursed." Bruce faced the strange gazes of the few people.
"The FBI can't even afford a car?" Natasha sized up Bruce.
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