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"Do you want to accompany us to the hospital?" Natasha's surprised expression disappeared in an instant.

She raised her feet, a faint smile on her face, and walked forward, reaching out to hold Coulson's shoulders. Like a beautiful snake wrapping around its prey, Natasha tilted her head and smiled:

"Thank you for your concern, but we are not sick, Coulson~"

Without waiting for Coulson to ask, Natasha continued:

"Also, do you remember why I asked you to come? Because it's not convenient for me now, so I decided to let Ward come to find you~"

"Ward?" Coulson's eyes moved away from the two men's combat boots and he blinked in confusion.

"If Ward comes to find me, I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you to the hospital..."

Coulson shook his head with a look of regret.

Natasha's expression remained unchanged. She glanced at Coulson and raised her hand to dial Ward's number.

"It's me, slogan, X-Force assemble!

Coulson is here with me now, and I think he really needs your help.

Yes, yes, Steve is here too, we are right outside the combat meeting room, come over quickly."

Soon, Ward, with a bruised face, arrived with his tactical team, who also had bruises on their faces.

Each of them stared at Steve with vicious eyes.

"What are you doing?" Looking at the members of Ward's tactical team and Steve, Coulson frowned in confusion.

“Nothing, we just had a friendly sparring with the captain.

The captain is worthy of being the captain, he is better than us.

But my teammates are still not convinced. If we have time, let’s arrange another game.”

Ward had a smile on his face, just like the previous battle, it was indeed as friendly as he said.

Ward walked all the way to Coulson's side, raised his eyebrows and met Steve's eyes.

The collision produced a fierce flame.

The super soldier does have his own strengths, but he, Ward, is no mediocre person either.

He would not lose the courage to face Steve because of a failure.

Now, with just Natasha's order, Ward would take out the electric baton without hesitation and pounce on Steve, vowing to strip Steve of his clothes and change him into women's clothes.

However, when Steve faced Ward and others, the determination on his face quickly distorted.

Perhaps it was because the shock they had given Steve before was too great, so when facing Ward and others, the image of their women's team kept flashing in Steve's eyes, making Steve's scalp tingle.

He could no longer look SHIELD in the eye. God knew what kind of perverts he had been hanging out with before.

Natasha gave a look, and the group of strong men surrounded Coulson without saying a word.

Ward raised his hand and put his arm around the target Coulson's shoulder, and with his other hand he stroked the scars on his face, and pulled Coulson into the conference room.

"Coulson, Natasha and the others still have a mission to complete, so leave the rest to me."

As an ace agent, Coulson also noticed that something was wrong.

So, he cast a questioning look at Steve and Natasha.

Natasha smiled and told him not to worry.

Sure enough, Coulson, who trusted Natasha, immediately relaxed his guard and walked into the conference room with the group of strong men.

Ward's voice could be heard faintly from the door:

"Coulson, the main reason we're looking for you is for acting training."

"Acting training?"

"That's right, acting training! Except for you, all the agents of SHIELD have basically completed the training, except for you...

This is the training contract, take a good look at it..."

Steve couldn't bear to look at Coulson who was surrounded by big men in the closed door.

Then Sitwell, holding a camera, walked past the two without looking at them.

Then, through the door of the conference room, Coulson's piercing, terrified scream was heard.

Steve rubbed his nose, looking reluctant.

Natasha leaned against the wall leisurely, her fingertips playing with her hair, and asked teasingly:

"Why~ Do you want to join them? Listen, they are having so much fun."

Steve had a stern face and was in agony inside.

His strong sense of moral responsibility made him think countless times that he would even dress like a woman and rush in to stop this tragedy.

But it was suppressed again and again.

At the door, Coulson's trembling voice continued to ring out:

“What is this, what have you done! No, this is not the acting training I imagined!

Captain - save..."

Hearing Coulson's call, Steve suddenly opened his eyes wide, clenched his fists, and took a step forward.

He finally couldn't help it.

and so……

He decided not to listen and left with Natasha.

Inside the door, no one knew what kind of tragedy Coulson had suffered.

But as a strong SHIELD agent, we believe that Coulson will be able to overcome all difficulties and pick himself up again.

……

In silence, driving the Chevrolet, Natasha and Steve quickly arrived at the location where Nick was attacked.

But they were already late...

Watch as the flames of the burning car were put out by firefighters and the body at the front of the car was covered with a white cloth.

On the driver's seat, there was a burnt bald head that was completely carbonized and no longer making any sound.

Seeing this scene, Natasha and Steve fell silent.

Nick is dead? Whether it is the reporters around or the onlookers, everyone is telling this bloody fact.

Steve's nails dug into his palms, he turned his head and looked at Natasha with disbelief.

"You, you guys!"

Natasha spread her hands innocently and said:

“Don’t look at me like that, this matter obviously has nothing to do with our asylum.

You have to know that our asylum has its own code of conduct..."

Natasha paused, and at the edge of the crowd, she saw that familiar fat face.

As if noticing Natasha's gaze, Charlotte turned her head sharply and their eyes met.

Charlotte raised his head arrogantly, signaling Natasha to speed up.

Retracting her gaze, Natasha continued:

"Our code of conduct is, Steve...

Now it's time for you to go knock Nick Fury on the head."

"What!" Steve stared and looked at Natasha as if he was looking at a devil.

"Steve, since you promised, you must do it, because you never know where the leader will stay in a dark corner, secretly watching you."

Shrugging, Natasha said meaningfully.

"Natasha--! Nick is dead, he's dead." Steve gritted his teeth, lowered his voice, and said in an angry tone.

“Alzheimer’s, your mission is to hit Nick’s bald head with a hammer, whether Nick is dead or alive, you must do it.

Captain, you don't want your female attire to be exposed in public, right?

Besides, it was just a light knock. I think Nick would not blame you if he had a soul in hell."

The reason why Steve pretended to be friendly with Natasha before was that he firmly believed that Nick was not dead and that Natasha was not that bad.

but now……

Natasha actually asked herself to hit Nick's bald head.

Looking at the carbonized corpse, Steve's faith collapsed for a moment.

I was wrong about you! Natasha!

So, what should I do now?

It is to rise up in resistance, and use the social death of the rest of your life in exchange for the understanding of your thoughts at this moment.

Or should he bow his head and admit defeat for the sake of his reputation as Captain America?

"Natasha~ I would never do that."

With a sigh, Steve made his own choice. His eyes became more determined little by little, which showed his indelible fighting spirit and resistance.

He may not care about what anyone in the world thinks, but he must not care about his own heart.

"Come on, take action!

Natasha, I could fight you all day long."

"Are you sure?" There was no surprise on Natasha's face. She had already guessed Steve's choice.

“Even if everyone in the world sees that you, Captain America, are a transvestite.

You know, you will dress up as a bunny girl, wearing black stockings and red-soled high heels, wearing a miniskirt, and holding a flower shield.

Your image will be recorded in history forever, and the future America will be ashamed of you and will transform the Red Skull into a brave man who seals the devil."

Steve, with a cold expression, clenched the shield in his hand. He looked at Natasha and said calmly:

"Who are you to assume my gender?"

"Uh--"

Lu Xun once said that we must use magic to defeat magic.

This one sentence made Natasha fall into a long silence.

As long as you don't care, then women's clothing won't pose any threat...

clap clap-

Raising her hands and looking at Steve, Natasha clapped her hands with satisfaction, "Captain, congratulations, you have passed our test."

"Test? What test?" Steve, who was still on guard, frowned. He had no idea what Natasha was talking about.

"I asked you to hit Nick on the head. This is just a test..."

Steve narrowed his eyes slightly, "So, all this is fake? Nick is not dead?"

"That's right..." Before the smile on Natasha's face faded, she suddenly turned around and kicked Steve in the chest.

"Nick is really dead."

Quickly raising his shield, Steve successfully blocked Natasha's sudden attack.

Steve crashed through the car door and rolled onto the street.

Staring at the burning shoe prints on the shield, Steve frowned slightly.

Natasha stepped out of the car with a seductive figure and leaned on the hood of the Chevrolet. She took out a ladies' cigarette from her chest and put it between her red lips.

The burning pink flames beneath her feet gradually turned darker.

A pair of hideous yet elegant hellish combat boots soon enchanted her legs.

He raised his finger to light the cigarette, and a rosy skull flashed under Natasha's fair cheek.

"Steve, now that you've made your choice, are you ready to take on the challenge?"

Raising his hand, he extinguished the flames on the shield. Listening to the onlookers around him screaming and fleeing, Steve raised his head and said:

"Come on! I can fight you all day long!"

Her long reddish-brown hair was pulled back, and a puff of milky white smoke emanated from her red lips.

Looking at Steve again, Natasha's pupils were as bright as magma.

"Steve, I'm not the only one you have against me~"

hum-

The sound of a motorcycle came from a distance, and Johnny, who had regained his human form, was rushing over with a shotgun on his back.

As the motorcycle continued to accelerate, Ghost Rider suddenly rushed out in the red hellfire, his wheels rolled over the fire truck parked on the side of the road, and the motorcycle soared into the sky and landed behind Steve.

From the open mouth came the Ghost Rider's terrifying and hoarse laughter.

"Are you, the fake Red Skull?"

Although Ghost Rider was possessed by the flames of hell, Steve, who had studied the video countless times, still recognized him immediately.

On the side of the road, Charlotte did not leave. He hid behind the car, raised his hand and patted Carter on the shoulder and said:

"Captain Carter, it's your turn now!"

"Ah? Me?" Carter poked his head out stealthily and squatted down hurriedly.

She curled up and hugged her body tightly, saying aggrievedly:

"But...can I do it?"

"Don't worry, they are all actors I invited. As long as your performance rhythm is fine, they will definitely cooperate with you."

"Really?" Carter's eyes lit up, and he stuck his head out again, observing the three people who were confronting each other.

"But, but, they all look so amazing."

"It's okay, you have external help too." Charlotte adjusted the invisible drone, taking a full-scale shot of the scene, and comforted Carter at the same time.

“Besides, don’t forget, you are the heroine of this play.

Although there are some minor problems with the plot now, it’s okay~

We can do additional shooting and dubbing later, and then an epic masterpiece will be completed. And you, Captain Carter, will be the first superhero launched by Hydra Films.

For this, the entire SHIELD will be proud of you."

Every word he said made Carter completely confused.

She completely forgot that she was an agent infiltrating Hydra, and even forgot that her two superiors had just died in a fire.

"Okay!" Carter jumped on the spot, raised his right hand high, and shouted to Steve and the other two:

"I, Captain Carter, am here to rid the people of this evil today!"

As she spoke, she trotted into the center of the battlefield, stood in the best position for confrontation, and posed.

Her cold and sharp gaze met the Ghost Rider's flaming dark eyes.

"Hey!" Carter shouted, pointing at Ghost Rider.

He made another 180-degree turn and jogged back.

Carter came back to Charlotte's side and squatted down with his head lowered.

"Oh my god! This is too scary! I won't film it anymore, I won't film it anymore, I don't want to be the heroine anymore."

Charlotte rolled her eyes, raised her hand and punched Carter on the head, saying:

“I told you they are actors, the makeup on their faces is imitation makeup, and the burning on their bodies is special effects!

Look, they have been standing there for most of the day waiting for you to join.

Don't forget, you are the protagonist, no one of them can hurt you."

Holding his head and with the corners of his mouth turned down, Carter nodded solemnly to Charlotte.

"Yes, I am the protagonist! I am Captain Carter."

Carter gathered his courage and ran towards the Ghost Rider with great force.

She clenched her fists, eager to try.