Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 196 About Using the Toilet

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

In the inquiry room in the S.H.I.E.L.D. building, Natasha is being investigated for internal working procedures.

"Natasha Romanoff, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., Level [-]."

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

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

Natasha's palm was placed on the round device emitting a soft yellow light.

There are various instruments behind her, monitoring her physical indicators, to judge the authenticity of her account.

She was alone in the room, and the inquiry came to her through the headset.

"How do you feel about your job responsibilities?"

Natasha replied blankly: "I take orders directly from Director Nick Fury."

"In my own field, I investigate those illegal, unnatural, and terrorist threats. I have sufficient operational authority. I don't understand why I will accept the investigation."

"In the past few months, S.H.I.E.L.D. has been unable to contact you. According to your own statement, you were trapped by a terrorist force and finally escaped successfully. However, based on the address you provided, we did not find any connection with the terrorists. related existence."

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

Natasha said with a serious expression.

The machine that detected her lying did not sound the alarm.

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

"Whether you had contact with your colleagues or others during your assignment."

"Do not."

"Why no contact?"

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

Natasha replied with a serious expression.

"Well, is there anything else you want to add before your question is over?"

"Have."

She said to the voice in the earphone in an indifferent tone: "I think this is a bad idea."

"What do you mean?"

"I think you have more important things to do, such as mutants. Those talents are the real threat. They are threatening the safety of human beings. If I were you, I would put more energy into this aspect."

After hearing her finish, the human voice in the earphone said to her: "We have recorded what you said, thank you for your cooperation."

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

She soon met Nick Fury.

Nick, with a serious expression, said to her: "I don't know about your investigation, Agent Romanov."

"You know, I'm not in control here, even though I'm ostensibly the director of the fucking S.H.I.E.L.D."

Nick Fury in the office swears, "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'm the object of some people's suspicion?"

She frowned, thinking of what Peter had said to herself.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has lots of "Hydra?"

Is it really what he said?
Is the "invisible thing" that Nick Fury said really Hydra?
Zheng Zheng When she was lost in thought, Nick continued to say to her: "Do you know what happened in SHIELD recently?"

"do not know."

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

Nick Fury walked to the window with unfriendly eyes, looking at the city scenery outside.

"Captain Rogers has awakened, but he escaped from the sanatorium we specially prepared for him. Find him. This is your latest mission."

When the other party said that Captain America had escaped, her expression changed slightly.

"clear."

After Natasha left Nick's office calmly, Nick Fury stood quietly for a while with a serious expression.

"Good morning, Mr. Maclean."

The next morning, Peter greets Captain America as he wakes up.

"Good morning, Peter."

"You don't look very well."

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

His expression was a little heavy, "I can still hear the screams of those terrified soldiers, and smell their blood and sweat. It doesn't seem fair. The outside world has gone through so much time, and I It’s still 1944 in my dream.”

"Ah."

Peter nodded, "It should be PTSD."

"PTSD? What is it?"

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

"No, I don't need it, 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 impossible to say."

Peter shook his head and walked 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 talk to Uncle Ben alone.

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

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

Peter was in the living room, watching the two of them make their way to the bathroom.

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

After flushing the water, Uncle Ben came out with a strange expression on his face.

Even without looking, Peter can guess what's going on in the toilet.

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

It is estimated that Uncle Ben is also in a daze at this time, is there anyone who can't use the toilet? !
After breakfast, Gwen came to Peter's house and began to visit her idol.

Although he wanted to go out to see the modern world, but being entangled by Gwen, Steve could only stay at home and tell Gwen about his deeds back then.

He regretted it a little now, he would have slipped away after drinking his coffee.

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

night.

Steve can finally disguise himself to 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, flipping through the biological information that Dr. Connor had given him.

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

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

"Maybe we can do some exciting projects, such as exploring the city, do a good day, or help someone's cat get back from the tree, or help helpless citizens find their wallets, in short, as long as the right people That stupid Captain America, I'm going to be very uncomfortable, I have to let go."

A black viscous substance spewed out from the surface of Peter's body, alienating the symbiote venom on his head, and suggested to Peter: "Maybe we can go for a stroll in the city at night."

"If you continue to be so noisy, I will consider making you a mute."

Peter said to the other party bluntly.

The venom immediately returned to Peter's body obediently.

After reprimanding Venom, Peter opened his laptop and found an email from Dr. Octopus in his mailbox.

According to the agreement between the two, the other party provided those genetically diverse objects to himself.

But now it seems that the other party is not doing their job properly, and has been indulging in the "war" of the Hammer Industrial Group recently, looking for trouble for Justin Hammer.

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

Closing the notebook, Peter looked out into the night.

The night was getting darker, and the sky was covered by dark clouds, and it seemed that the wind was blowing outside.

"got windy?"

In Manhattan, on the rooftop of an office building.

A black shadow stood on it, whispering to himself.

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

Hei Ying was wearing a set of black tights, which perfectly highlighted his uneven figure.

The other party has silver hair, a black cat-shaped mask covering the upper part of the face, and a light yellow goggle in the middle of the mask, which does not cover the eyes.

Lowering her head, she looked at the time on the watch on her wrist.

The time display is 11:30.

She skillfully took out the hook gun from her arm and shot towards the opposite building.

"Oh!"

The hook shot into the wall of the building.

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

Jumping onto the rope with a dexterous posture and mastering the balance, her feet stepped on the rope as a bridge and walked to the other end of the rooftop.

"what happened?"

At the front desk of the building, the alarm sounded from the roof.

The two receptionists looked at each other, "The alarm on the roof has sounded, is it the wind?"

"Speaking of which, it is indeed windy today. I checked the weather forecast."

"So you don't need to call the police?"

The black guard looked at the monitor, "It must have been blown by the wind, and the door wasn't even opened."

He pointed to the iron gate on the rooftop in the surveillance, and said to his colleagues, "Isn't this a common thing? It must be the fault of the wind."

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

"Oh, are you going to let the police come and train us?"

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

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

Before taking two steps, his hat was blown away by the wind.

"Damn it! My hat!"

He hurried after his hat.

While he was chasing the hat, a black shadow rushed into the door immediately.

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

"Damn! The door is closed!"

The guard who picked up his hat felt like crying when he saw the iron gate that was blown shut by the wind.

I am locked out!

"Hey! It's me, I'm locked out, come and find me quickly."

The guards radioed to their colleagues for help.

"You can screw up everything all the time."

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

After he left, the silver-haired woman in black tights had entered the building.

(End of this chapter)