"It's really weird." Skye licked her lips, "Why does my mouth smell like black tea and there are cookie crumbs on my clothes?"
Fitz and Simmons, who were busy in the laboratory converted from the Airbus cargo bay, stopped what they were doing. They looked at each other and nodded. They discovered the anomaly earlier than Skye, and now the plane is heading to the location of Mission 084. They don't want to trouble Coulson with such a trivial matter, so they can only communicate in private.
As good friends who talked about everything, they had exchanged views very early on.
"We also feel the same as you, and we are now investigating which chemical makes us feel this way." Simmons said cheerfully, "As far as I know, there are no experimental drugs we put on the plane that can make us feel this way." The thing that produces the taste of black tea in our mouths, so it can only be some interesting compound, and we have not been poisoned yet, it should be some non-toxic and harmless substance. Fitz is testing the air components in the cargo hold, and maybe the passenger cabin is also needed Test...Oh, Skye, we don’t blame you for eating cookies behind our backs. If you have a chance, you can try the cookies made by my grandma.”
"Yeah, it's delicious." Fitz nodded in agreement, "When the semester started at SHIELD Academy, she brought a big box of cookies. There was also a bunch of tea bags. She was really British."
"If we can find this compound - maybe some special tea polyphenols - then I can save myself drinking tea." Simmons smiled at Skye and continued to search through a pile of chemicals. Keep your head down and busy in the middle.
Skye licked her lips again, yes, it was sweet, with a lot of sugar, similar to her taste. She was not satisfied with Simmons' explanation. There were too many doubts about the matter - she yearned for the life of an agent, but if she could encounter strange things at any time in her life, then this career would be too much. Oh no.
Also, why did she subconsciously think of bear cookies when she stuffed cookie crumbs into her mouth? Isn't this too strange?
However, these doubts were quickly diluted by the excitement of participating in a formal event for the first time. She put on the sunglasses she bought before very naturally, looked around through the dark lenses, and made some handsome agent gestures and action signals, which she had just seen from the SHIELD Academy's action guide. Maybe Agent Grand Ward didn't care if she could fight, but Skye was still very interested in going out in the field.
Wait, sunglasses? When did I buy sunglasses? Skye quickly took off her sunglasses and took a look, then dug into her jeans pocket and pulled out a crumpled store receipt.
When have I been to New York?
"May?" Agent Coulson took a form and found Agent Melinda May who was driving the Airbus. "After this mission is over, we have a place we need to go."
"where?"
"New York, we're going to visit someone."
As the center of all the strange things, Salomon drank black tea calmly and pushed the cookies in front of the guests. It's just that the guests coming to this apartment have changed. The guest this time was a bit bad. The Mystic Mage rescued him from the carpet in the entrance hall. If Salomon hadn't been a step late when he set off, the guest would have been suffocated in the blanket, and the artificial man would have given him Stab it with a knife.
Nick Fury wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked the mystic who was sitting opposite him with a leisurely expression, "How is it?".
The feeling of being smothered in a blanket before was very uncomfortable, stuffy and cramped, and the blanket almost broke his ribs and twisted his spine. But even so, he was unwilling to take off this black leather windbreaker - this was a high-tech bulletproof vest, and the clothes underneath were also bulletproof vests.
"Do you really care about Coulson's team? Where were you hiding when they visited? Upstairs, or around the corner of the stairs? I originally thought you had withdrawn those surveillance agents, but now it seems that another agent knows got my information."
"Remember what you said? Agent Coulson will save the world. I think it's time. Agent Coulson does not exist. Not many people know about Agent Coulson's resurrection, and even fewer people know about GH325. ." Nick Fury said proudly, "I need Coulson to help me investigate the forces within SHIELD. Agents below level 8 authority cannot know his situation. As an extremely hidden agent, he Only this kind of work can play his role, he can save SHIELD, and SHIELD can save the world - this is what your unclear prophecy said."
"But that doesn't explain why you gave him my address."
"Because I have paid for your help, Salomon." Nick Fury pointed to his one eye, "Don't say you didn't take the money. Although I don't know why you suddenly need secular currency, But wouldn’t it be normal for me to pay hundreds of millions of dollars to buy your help?”
"You are insulting my character."
"Really? Then please tell me, who else in this world would put a broom under their butt and fly into the sky?"
"Maybe it's a disobedient student in Hogwarts. I'll find an owl to write a letter for you to ask. You have to know that Professor Dumbledore and I have a pretty good relationship..."
"Oh my God, Salomon! Do you want me to expose more of your illegal activities?" The director of SHIELD sneered, "You think I don't know whose territory your apartment is on. Although SHIELD The bureau is not low-level enough to hang out with street gangs, but it's not very difficult to get some information."
"I didn't take the lives of those gangsters." Salomon spread his hands with an innocent look on his face, "Who makes them always think about harassing the residents in this building? All the people living here are decent people, and there was no such thing in the past. This happened. So I just taught a few gangsters who wanted to sell drugs, not a big deal."
"You didn't kill them, but they had to stay in the hospital for a whole year and spend a lot of money on surgery. I really don't understand why you would do this. Why would you crush their bones with bullets?"
"I'm too lazy to use my fists. Besides, I'm not illegally holding a gun. Those guns belong to them."
"Anyway, Salomon," Nick Fury said, "I hope you can provide some assistance to Agent Coulson, especially when he accidentally touches something related to magic. In this regard, I only know you as an expert.”
"Didn't you tell Stark and Captain Rogers about Coulson?"
"No, they can't know about it yet... They will know one day, but not now."
"Okay, but I have to tell you, it can't be done - because they have forgotten about coming here." The mystic mage blinked, "This is a magic I learned recently, and I am a little unskilled when casting it. So they might forget something they shouldn't."
"Goodbye, Nick Fury."
