"Agent Jones, can you explain why?"
Can you explain why you're here? "Natasha walked out of the pantry.
She handed a glass of water to Bruce.
She sat on the chair opposite Bruce.
"Thank you. I just happened to meet you. "Bruce took the paper cup. They were in an office in the S.H.E.L.D. building.
There was a reddish-brown desk in the middle.
"Oh, coincidental.
That's a good word. "
He was suspected. Bruce looked around the room quietly.
It looked like an ordinary office, but there must be surveillance cameras watching the situation here. Steve stood beside him.
He thought of the agents whom he had met on the way to this room with Natasha.
Some greeted Coulson.
Some stood on the way they passed and talked to each other, but he vaguely felt that their attention was on him.
"Natasha, it's really just a coincidence.
Bruce helped me. "Steve put his hands on the table and leaned forward.
It was a resistance movement. Steve even smiled apologetically at Bruce.
Natasha glanced at Steve. "Many things are not just superficial." Then she said to Bruce.
"Then can you explain?
You could have easily taken care of those people.
Why did you take Steve away?
Where do you want to take him? "
"What do you mean you could easily take care of those people?" Steve looked puzzled.
He looked at Natasha.
Natasha raised her chin in Bruce's direction.
Steve turned his gaze to Bruce.
So this is the reason. Bruce raised his hand.
"Wait.
You're not going to attack us, are you? That's not a wise choice. "Natasha stood up and took a small step back. She spread her legs and shifted her weight down. She was ready to attack at any time.
"Do you want to attack, Coulson?" Two floors diagonally across from Bruce's office, Hawkeye stood at the commanding height with his bow drawn. His sharp eyes clearly saw the situation in the room through the one-way glass. "To be honest, I don't think anyone can take advantage of the captain and Natasha."
Coulson was in another office, looking at the monitor on the screen, looking at Nick Frey sitting behind the desk. After seeing that his boss didn't say anything, he touched the headset hanging in his ear. "If he has the intention to attack, attack."
Hawkeye fell silent. He didn't have much contact with the mutants. Who knew what the intention to attack was. Was raising the hand a precursor to activating the ability? If this man fought the captain or Natasha in close combat, his bow and arrow would be useless.
When Hawkeye was still considering whether to shoot or not, he saw Bruce move his mouth and say something. Then he raised his hand again. Hawkeye didn't have time to think. He loosened his grip on the arrow, and the arrow flew out and penetrated the one-way glass.
"Why would I …" Attack you. Before Bruce could finish his words, he felt the danger, but he was sitting on a chair. He turned to the left, and the next moment, an arrow went through the wall in front of him, directly penetrating the chair he was sitting on. The arrow scattered on the ground, and the huge force made the arrow embedded in the floor.
Natasha jumped from the table with one hand and then kicked Bruce with her leg.
Brosnan was half-squatting to avoid the arrow when he saw the high heels coming toward his abdomen due to his current height. The heels were really very high. He felt a chill in his heart and put his arms in front of him to block.
"Wait, you …" Steve saw an arrow fly in. This special weapon made him understand that it was Hawkeye, the sharpshooter he cooperated with during the mission. Bruce and Natasha then fought in front of him.
Steve wanted to stop them, but he didn't know what would happen if he rashly joined the fight. More importantly, who was he going to fight with? Theoretically, he should be on Natasha's side, but he felt that Bruce was innocent.
Soon, Steve stopped worrying about this matter, because he found that Bruce's fighting style was defensive, basically dodging and blocking, and there was no counterattack. This was not easy, he knew how good Natasha was at fighting. If he didn't have a better physique than Natasha, he might not be able to win in terms of fighting.
"I think you can stop." Steve's tone was a little helpless. He watched the two fight from the desk to the bookcase, the paper flew everywhere, and the glass door of the bookcase was broken. After finding that Bruce didn't want to fight back, Natasha's movements became more restrained, and the two were more like learning from each other.
After blocking a side kick, Bruce felt pain in his arm. Following the force, he took two steps back and retreated to the side of the wall. The Black Widow had also undergone a certain degree of body modification. At the very least, her strength was no less than Bruce's.
Natasha stopped, and after a fight, she was still breathing steadily, with a look of inquiry. "Why don't you use your ability?"
"This is what I wanted to say." Bruce touched the collar covering his neck with his hand. "I can't, I have a suppressor."
So, if you want to touch the neck, can you say so earlier? He thought she was going to fight, but the fight was quite exciting. Hawkeye, who started the fight, recalled the fight with great interest, and put down the bow in his hand.
"Check the information of FBI senior special agent Bruce Jones." In Nick Frey's office, the director and Coulson watched the development of the situation.
"Confirm." A slightly mechanical female voice sounded, and then the monitor on the screen shrank, and Bruce's information appeared on it.
Frey looked at the very detailed experience of Bruce, but frowned. "Unlock sealed information."
"Unlocking sealed information will send an access request to the FBI, do you want to unlock?"
"Unlock." As the director of S.H.E.L.D., although Frey had a high level of authority, it was still a different organization from the FBI, after all, ordinary information could be accessed at will, and confidential information could still be accessed directly, but there would be a record left.
Skipping the information about Bruce's mutant ability, which he had already read before, Frey quickly found what he wanted to see, the agreement about the use of ability and suppressor signed by Bruce. After Bruce refused to join S.H.E.L.D., he did not pay attention to Bruce's news.
Frey did want Bruce to join, but the Avengers plan had not been approved by the Security Council, and this matter was temporarily put on hold, anyway, Bruce would not run away. But a while ago, the incident of Thor landing on Earth made him realize that it was necessary to form such a response team to major threats.
"We found this in your car." Bruce leaned on the table and watched Coulson walk in, the chair falling apart.
Coulson was holding the folder Bruce took from Jacques. "What is your relationship with Dr. Jacques?"
"Once, I was sent to Dr. Jacques for treatment, and after that, he wanted me to participate in an experiment." Bruce did not mention his relationship with Jacques. Although he was the one who asked at first, it was Jacques who kept persuading him to participate after he refused.
"What experiment?"
"It's related to body strengthening." Bruce roughly flipped through the contents of the folder. In addition to the information about Jacques wanting him to participate in the experiment, it was about the results of the DNA matching test. "Does this have anything to do with this?"
"This is an internal matter, but let me remind you, Dr. Jacques's research project in the bureau is in the field of brain science. His research is just his personal behavior." Coulson returned Bruce's folder to Bruce. "Thank you for your cooperation."
Looking at Bruce's back disappearing into the elevator, Coulson turned to Steve. "Captain, Dr. Jacques has escaped. We think he hired a servant to catch you to realize his research on the body strengthening serum."
"So, I'm the one who got him into trouble. Can't the car be reimbursed?" Steve was a little depressed.
"These cars are all fully insured. He won't be compensated." Natasha was a little dumbfounded by Steve's focus. Seeing that he was still a little worried, she said, "Well, we can report to the FBI."
"Oh, yes, Bruce's car has been destroyed. I'll send him back." Steve ran to the elevator.
oo00oo
When Hotch returned home, he saw a table full of … takeout food. The food was taken out of the takeout boxes and placed on the plates. There were delicate carvings on the edges of the plates, and even the distance between the cutlery seemed to have been measured.
Oh, he knew how good Bruce was at using a knife. He could even make a carrot into a Mickey Mouse or Donald Duck pattern so that Jack would not be a picky eater. Of course, he was responsible for cooking, and Bruce was only responsible for cutting.
However, this could not hide the fact that it was takeout. He could even tell which restaurant near the apartment what kind of food it was without looking at the packaging.
"It is indeed a table full of food, and there is no worry of food poisoning." Hotch sat at the table.
Bruce smiled a little.
"Are you okay?" After dinner, Bruce flipped through a folder and only put it down when it was almost time for bed. Hotch had noticed that Bruce was quiet today. It was not difficult to notice. Ever since they got together, Bruce seemed to be happy and gentle almost all the time. He would only hide it during work hours. But now, Bruce seemed to be troubled by something.
Bruce sat on the sofa, picked up one of Hotch's hands, and put it on his lap. He lowered his head and played with his fingers.
After a while, Bruce said, "I heard about my biological father today."
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