[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

"Fuck you, Stark."

Natasha Romanov, who was mopping up behind her, burst into swearing.

"Did you know you left me and a bunch of hydra behind."

"Don't care so much about those details, I trust you."

Tony Stark waved his hand and glanced at the bewildered agent.

"Grant? How are you?"

"...Tony?"

Grant Bartuk was kneeling on the ground, sweating profusely, his voice was trembling, his eyes were scattered, and he raised his head and stared blankly at the steel back that blocked the light.

"...Are you okay?"

His voice sounded like a dream.

Tony Stark raised his hand without hesitation and shot back.

The intuition that belonged to the agent exploded when he saw the inventor raising his hand backwards. Grant Bartook rolled on the ground with quick eyes and hands, narrowly avoiding the miniature bomb that was shot at his face.

"boom!!!"

The bomb exploded right next to him, and waves of heat hit him in the face.

"—What the fuck???"

Grant Bartook's eyes were clear again.Shocked, he shouted in disbelief.

"Are you fucking crazy? You almost killed me!"

"Come back to life? Look at how lively and frisky you are, you haven't fallen to the extreme yet."

Tony Stark grinned at Grant Bartook, the blood on his face clearly visible.

"Death brings sobriety, doesn't it?"

The inventor stopped looking at the sober agent, and turned to face Madame Hydra, ready to fight.

"I've died once in the Middle East, once on my couch, once in outer space, once under the sea, once in ice and snow,...too many to count Here it comes. Ah, did you count as death just now?"

"Not bad, Stark."

Natasha Romanoff rolled her eyes.

"Do you still know that I almost died just now? If I hadn't brought the epinephrine hydrochloride injection, do you think you could still stand here and say nice things?"

"...Call me Tony when I'm happy, and call me Stark when I'm not. I really have you, Natasha. Don't mock me this time. In the past, this kind of thing was done by the captain. I managed to get it once. , let me finish."

The inventor paused and inhaled lightly.

He never mentioned his failure to others.

The side he showed to everyone—even to himself—was always flamboyant, frivolous, careless, confident, or jerkish, bitter, flamboyant, and arrogant.

And today, in front of Grant Bartuk, Tony Stark threw his most embarrassing, embarrassing, and weakest side out of his steel shell on the ground, for the trembling agents to pick and flip. look.

"Even if it's me, I have to say that the former Tony Stark was a bastard, outright. So it should be right, the bastard will be punished in the end, I have to pay for my indulgence, for I make amends for my mistakes. If those who were embarrassed, miserable, shattered in dignity, homeless, lost important treasures because of me... come to revenge, I deserve it."

Tony Stark said flatly.

"Every death I pay, I feel like I'm paying back. Grant, you too. If you're feeling too miserable to stand up, think of it this way: All the pain you've suffered is an installment of your previous mistakes. If you still can't stand up, die again until you can finally stand upright."

"..."

Grant Batuk took a deep breath, picked up the gun that fell on the ground, supported his trembling knees, and stood up slowly.

"Very well, stand up straight, like a man, hold out your chest for me, and face the pain and scars openly."

Tony Stark tilted his head slightly, grinning at the agent standing beside him.

"You were disassembled several times by Hydera, and you were killed by me just now. Every death of yours is a new life, and now you are no longer the murderous Hydra agent before, or the old venomous snake who keeps talking. A monster worse than a dog—"

The agent slowly stood up straight, as if he would not admit defeat even to the death, straightening his spine desperately, with a deep and sharp arc, like a knife cutting.

"like this?"

He slowly exhaled, his hands gradually stopped shaking, he leveled his rifle, and tried to show a natural smile.

"Easier than I thought."

"very good."

Tony Stark nodded.

"—You are Grant Bartook, new member of the Avengers, remember this..."

"Crack, snap, snap."

Crisp applause interrupted the chattering inventor.

Tony Stark and Grant Batuk looked at each other.

"I'm so surprised, I'm really surprised... If I didn't hear it personally, who would have thought that Stark would actually encourage people? Even what he said was so touching and inspiring, I was about to be moved Cried."

The source of the applause, Mrs. Hydra, had no intention of taking advantage of her unpreparedness to attack, but stood still, listening with interest to the conversation of the two men opposite.At this moment, she smiled at the inventor and Mr. Agent who was looking at her, stopped applauding, and raised her hand to gently wipe the corners of her eyes that were completely devoid of tears.

"Is sweet talk time over?"

"...I've seen you, you've been to S.H.I.E.L.D."

The red-haired agent looked at the dark green long-haired woman who made a noise, and narrowed her eyes.

"But in the S.H.I.E.L.D. file...you are the team leader of a security company that cooperates with S.H.I.E.L.D.."

"Yeah, a partner of Hydra in S.H.I.E.L.D."

Tony Stark snorted and looked back at Lady Hydra.

"——Why are you still here? I'm sorry, sorry, your sense of existence is too low—to be honest, your age and appearance really don't suit my appetite. I was afraid of seeing nausea, so I tried my best to ignore you."

The naive inventor pretended to notice Lady Hydra's appearance, and exaggeratedly yelled.

"Does it mean that you will lose your hearing when you get older? If you didn't hear me, say it again, and let me hear you clearly—"

The inventor raised the palm cannon, opened the back armor, and four miniature bombs were shot out with the cannon fire.

"FUCK OFF!"

The woman's dark green eyes were polished by the flames, but she didn't move at all.

The belated Hydra soldiers shot and detonated bombs one after another, and there was a brilliant red light behind her.

"Boom—boom——!!!"

"......call."

The tall, thin woman looked up at the cloud of golden red smoke covering the sky, and exhaled lightly.

"Oops, I'm a little excited."

As soon as she turned her head, she looked at Tony Stark with her head tilted, her eyes narrowed with a smile.

"Although I think it must be impossible...But if that annoying spirit knows that I didn't speak, he will definitely complain that I didn't do a good job of persuading the surrender-Stark, you have a precious head, Hydra doesn't want to If I attack you, I'll count to three, you just need to take a step back from that disobedient little guy, all of this has nothing to do with you."

"...It's over, I'm really deaf."

Tony Stark rolled his eyes and raised his palm cannon again.

"In order to show that I am also a person who respects the old and loves the young, I repeat it one last time."

Grant Batuk followed suit and raised his gun, aiming at his former colleague and Mrs. Hydra.

"...Come on, you boys who talk hard before a fight."

Natasha Romanov sighed helplessly, followed by the two boys and raised their guns.

"FUCK! OFF!!!"

Bullets and shells from three different directions rushed towards the enemy screaming together.

The inventor and Mr. Agent stopped each word and yelled viciously.

"...Language, boys."

Lady Hydra smiled and whispered.

"You brought it on yourself."

The cold whip was thrown out, and the capable mercenary took a step and hissed.

"Go to war—!"

The hydra were like a swarm of insects in the snake's cave, frantically flocking from all directions to the three people in the encirclement.

"I'm on it!"

Tony Stark rose to mid-air, his shoulders, back, chest, and hand armor all opened and unscrewed, "bang bang bang bang" shot at the nearest Hydra, and Natasha Romanoff and Grant Batu Ke swept out a vacuum area for the center of the circle.

Grant Bartook threw out the traction cable that had been prepared, and the tip of the cable firmly bit the building body. Mr. Agent ran up a few steps, stepped on the wall, leaped and swung in the air to avoid bullets, and tore the ring with his teeth Throwing the grenade, the other hand kept firing the machine gun "da da da da".

"Grant!"

Natasha Romanoff, who backflips behind the car, reaches out, and Grant Bartook, who swings back, grabs that hand and takes the red-haired agent into the air.

"Let go!"

Natasha Romanov fell along a parabola, took out the electric shock device in the tactical belt with each hand, and threw it at the most crowded place——

The blue electric current crackled, and dozens of people fell to the ground.

Natasha Romanov fell to the side, picked up the two machine guns that fell on the ground, and spun them around to shoot continuously in all directions.

"gun!"

Natasha Romanov raised a hand, and Grant Bartuk threw away the unloaded gun, grabbed the gun from the red-haired agent's hand, and cleared the raised muzzle for her.The red-haired agent casually grabbed the Hydra agent who had fallen to the ground and stood in front of him, rushing into the crowd amidst the ensuing bullet rain.

"At your feet!"

She raised the corners of her lips, threw out the folding baton, and swept it out fiercely!

Amidst the wailing, she stepped on the shoulder of the agent who was kneeling on the ground due to the severe pain of the fracture and rose into the air. She stretched out her other leg and hooked the neck of the Hydra agent who was about to shoot her with a gun. Twist it back hard.

With a "click", she snatched the gun away, and at the same time used the reaction force to spin a circle in the air, aiming the gun at the front.

"Tug-chug-chug-!"

"...Where did you get the little devil's face-to-face battle belt submachine gun?"

Natasha Romanov glanced at the gun in her hand with some amusement, flipped into the shop along the street, and shouted behind the wall.

"Help me find a gun!"

Grant Batuk ran up again, kicked up the wall and swung back, grabbed a Hydra agent and threw it in the direction of Natasha Romanov. The caught agent struggled and fell to the ground, and Nata Sha Romanov was knocked unconscious with the butt of a pistol.

"Can you stop buying one and getting one free—!"

Natasha Romanoff complained loudly, glancing at the gun in the unconscious Hydra agent's hand.

"Shotgun? Good stuff."

"I found it especially for you—"

Grant Bartook laughed over the comm channel.

"—Stop complaining so much!"

"Petty agents, quarreling over a gun."

Tony Stark grunts as a tiny missile shoots down the fighter drone in the sky.

"True heroes use missiles!"

"Ma'am! The number of agents capable of combat continues to shrink!"

The leader of the Hydra assault team at the front reported in the channel.

"They will break through to you in 10 minutes!"

"Hold on a little longer."

Lady Hydra stood in the center of the ever-shrinking crowd, turning her head to ask the equipment team leader next to her.

"Are you ready?"

"Wait a minute, ma'am—"

The leader of the equipment group who was questioned kept a close eye on the machinery under his hand, watching the energy percentage increase little by little.

"--All right!"

"It's about time."

Lady Hydra lifted the heavy machinery with one hand, carried it on her thin shoulders, and aimed at the Tin Woodman flying in the sky.

"You think you're safe in that armor?"

She raised the corners of her lips and said softly.

"Three, two, one, Fire—"

"boom--!!!"

The blue beam rushes out from the high-energy spotlight electromagnetic pulse gun, hitting the armor at high altitude!

"Encountered a special electromagnetic shock! Unable to screen-screen-screen-"

Edwin's voice trembled violently, and suddenly disappeared in a burst of disturbed electrical noise.

The powerless armor fell to the ground again.

"Stark!"

Natasha Romanov shouted hastily.

"It's alright - fucking threw up! Ugh!"

Tony Stark pulled off his mask with one hand, revealing his shattered face, and cursed weakly.

"Fuck... I'm going to upgrade my armor sooner or later, the kind that doesn't use any electricity!"

"I'll cover you, get out quickly!"

Grant Batuk hurried back to the defense with Natasha Romanoff.

The completely unmaneuverable armor turned into a heap of heavy waste, and the Great Inventor gritted his teeth and laboriously removed the deformed armor from himself.

"Grant, my little fool, five years of training is not something you just throw away..."

Madame Hydra stared closely at the front and murmured softly.

"Your biggest mistake was turning around and running away without seeing me..."

In her field of vision, Grant Bartuk, who was guarding all around, was turning his head towards her at a slow speed.

"Caught you—"

She raised her lips and suddenly raised her voice, shouting like she did in the winter forest a few years ago.

"—Grant, kill Stark!"

After receiving the order, the agent didn't have time to think, and his body, which had already formed a reflex, was controlled to turn around and shoot!

Grant Bartuk's pupils narrowed into a line, watching the terrifying bullet ejected from the chamber.

"Do not--"

The author says:

Battle BGM: "MEGALOBOX", by Mabanua, presented by Gu Gugu, the leader of the fragmented training class.