Avengers Admissions Officer

Question: "How did you feel at the end of the week at work?"

Murphy put one hand on the document, and lowered the other naturally, showing a thoughtful look, and finally smiled slowly: "That depends on whether you are satisfied with me."

"Actually, if you don't want to go back to the legal department, you can always be my assistant." Darren straightened the neckline and cuffs.

"So you're still satisfied with me?" Murphy deepened his smile.

Darren laughed: "Do you have to get a 'yes' or a 'no' answer?"

Murphy raised his eyebrows, and slowly crossed his arms, making it clear that he wanted an answer.

"Well," Darren didn't expect that the assistant who had everything going his way would unexpectedly persist in such a place, he raised his arms and said seriously, "I, Darren Cross, to Miss Murphy Rogers Very satisfied with my assistant job for the last week. How was it?"

Murphy bit the corner of her mouth, and leaned against the table with her head tilted for a long time, but she still laughed. She wiped the corners of her eyes, and turned her head back crookedly: "To be honest? The show is over..."

"You insisted." Darren looked at Murphy and smiled.

"Sorry, boss," Murphy unconsciously licked his lips, his smile restrained a little, "...I just feel a little stressed."

"Murphy, I think you've done a great job." Darren comforted his subordinates.

"No, no, it's not about these." Murphy shook his head and shrugged quickly, "It's just that many girls here don't like me very much. But it's also reasonable. The new recruits have directly become your special assistants. Listen Go up... sorry, I will adjust."

Darren showed a suddenly realized expression: "...Oh, Hope, uh, if she is hostile to you, then I apologize for her."

"You don't have to do this," Murphy waved his hand and showed a standard smile again, "I can handle it myself."

Darren squinted his eyes and looked at Murphy: "I remember your resume mentioned that you have a bachelor's degree in biology."

"That's true," Murphy blinked, raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "But you're going to be late soon, and you still have 5 minutes left on your schedule, and you're sure to spend it talking to me about my Doctor of Laws." previous professional background?"

"Okay." Darren finally buttoned up his suit jacket, and stopped after taking two steps outside. He stood there thinking for a while, turned his head to look at Murphy, and said uncertainly, "I'm going now Lab, would you like to come with me?"

Murphy was stunned, as if he didn't expect the boss to give such a generous proposal, and then he showed a bright smile: "Of course, thank you!"

020

On Friday night, or in the early hours of Saturday morning, when Murphy returned to Fulian Building rubbing his headache, he met his father who was waiting for the door without any surprise:

"I thought you were having so much fun in San Francisco that you weren't planning on coming back."

"Dad, I'm very tired. Can we talk about this later?" Murphy threw his coat and bag to the ground, kicked off his high heels, and showed a tired look.

"I know you're an adult." Standing in front of the Avengers Landing and looking at the brightly lit Manhattan city at this time, Tony held a glass of wine in one hand and put the other in his trouser pocket, his tone a bit unkind, "But at this time Is it too late?"

Murphy shook his head and laid himself down on the soft sofa: "I just still have a job."

"After that little bug?" Tony snorted slightly, took a sip of the whiskey that was no longer cold, waited for a long time before his daughter answered, turned his head a little unhappily, only to find that the girl was lying lazily On the couch, "Hey!"

"I'm awake." Murphy reached out and fumbled around, finally found a pillow, and hugged it comfortably in his arms.

"I mean, didn't you finish your last mission?"

"Hmm," Murphy responded briskly in a nasal voice, "but Grandma Peggy wants me to help."

"Peggy?" Tony frowned, and put the wine glass on the side table, "What would an old man lying on a hospital bed ask for your help?"

"I really want to say that I signed a confidentiality clause and can't say it, but I didn't..." Murphy sighed clearly, "This is a purely personal matter, don't worry, I won't delay the work of the Avengers."

"That's not what I'm worried about..." Tony muttered, "When you get up, go back to your room if you want to sleep. If you're really tired, go straight back to Malibu. Why do you have to go back to New York?"

"You don't understand," Murphy turned over and sat up, rubbing his well-manicured hair, not caring about his image at all, "I have something to do tomorrow."

Tony watched his daughter stand up limply with three steps and three shakes, and couldn't help stroking his beard. Why did this girl dress up like Romanov's assistant this time: "What's the matter?"

"Good night, Daddy." Murphy still yawned. Even on the west coast, it's time to go to bed. She walked slowly to her room with bare feet until she was almost at the corner of the hall. Just answered Tony's question, "I have a date tomorrow!"

"Good night... wait! What did you say?!"

Well, the date with Fleischer is only a small part of the reason, but she still likes watching her dad go mad with anger and refuse to say anything.

"Did you stay up all night last night?" Steve's blond hair was still a little damp. He had already sat at the edge of the dining table, picked up a piece of golden toast, and looked suspiciously at Tony's dark circles.

"I guess it's Murphy who has been waiting all night." Natasha teased Tony who was making coffee at the dining table, "Has she come back yet?"

Tony snorted his coffee and pretended not to hear.

"Oh..." Natasha showed a knowing smile, and refocused on the few strawberries she had left.

"Does that mean she's back or hasn't she?" Thor surreptitiously asked Steve, who was sitting beside him, from above his chocolate ring and frothed milk, not understanding what Natasha and Tony meant just now.

Before Steve could answer, Murphy had already rushed out of his room upstairs, stepping on his high heels loudly, and answered Thor's question with actions.

Thor held up a spoonful of milk chocolate rings, following Natasha's look in Tony's direction.Tony finally put down the mug, his face was a bit like the color of the surrounding skin.

"I'm going to be late!" Murphy hung his coat and satchel on the back of the chair, rummaged around anxiously, and refused breakfast, "Where did I put my yesterday's bag?"

Vision had already taken the initiative to appear in front of her holding her bag.

Murphy blinked uncomfortably, took the bag under the pressure of time, and muttered thank you.

"What are you looking for?" Natasha wisely pushed the dinner plate away from Murphy.

Murphy reached into the bag and fumbled indiscriminately, frowning and unconsciously "uh", without really answering.

"Okay..." Natasha looked at the table that was already occupied by four people's breakfast, and raised her chin subtly, "I think we need to clear the plates..."

Before he finished speaking, the impatient Murphy had already overturned his bag from yesterday, and the bag was shaking with the mouth down: the notepad, powder puff box, car keys, plane tickets, makeup mirror...all fell on the dining table, Innocent corpses.

With quick eyes and hands, Murphy saw what he had been looking for for a long time, threw the bag away, leaned forward and grabbed the lipstick that was rolling around the table because of its shape, and said excitedly: "I caught you!"

Steve silently looked at the contents of women's bags and a lot of cosmetics on the table, estimated the weight of Murphy's handbag, and couldn't help being speechless.

Natasha played with Murphy's car key ring, and as expected touched a bump on the corner: "Do you need me to drive you there?"

With a ponytail and a fresh outfit, Murphy, who was carefully painting with a makeup mirror in his hand, was distracted and gave Natasha a wink: "No, it's nearby."

After finishing speaking, he pursed his lips, examined his attire left and right in front of the makeup mirror, and made sure that his makeup today fit the positioning of a young and beautiful girl before he stuffed the lipstick into his satchel, grabbed his coat, bent down and rubbed vigorously. Kissed his father's bearded side cheek.

"What are you doing..." Tony tilted his head in embarrassment, leaving an ambiguous pink lip mark on his cheek.

Murphy held the coat in one hand and the mirror in the other: "...Well, it's not that thick..." After speaking, he stuffed the mirror into Tony's hand, and rushed into the elevator like flying:

"Goodbye Dad ~ I love you!"

No matter how much you love, you shouldn't use your dad's face as a tissue for rubbing lipstick on. Tony looked at himself with Murphy's pink hand-held mirror, feeling stuffy.

Steve picked something up from the table, recognized the familiar packaging, and frowned inexplicably: "I can understand that female agents sometimes need to sell their hues, but this is...too..."

Tony finally saw the family planning product made of polymer materials at the captain's fingertips, and his face turned black: "Murphy Stark, get out of here!"

Murphy, who didn't go back, was already smiling at Fleischer. It was so cold that he had to go for a walk in Central Park together. The idea of ​​a straight man hooking up with a girl is really strange, or he is too old to understand How wonderful is it that boys and girls shiver together in the cold wind?

"Murphy~"

Murphy wasn't sure if he heard someone's voice calling him, so he looked left and right, and for this he even attracted