Avengers Admissions Officer

Swear, I really just thought about it casually, I just didn't want to see her, and it turned out..." Murphy covered his face, and his voice sounded muffled from behind his fingers.

"...What happened?" Qin actually saw what happened to the Chinese woman from Murphy's mind, but she still asked Murphy, trying to make her face it by herself.

"She performed a mission, divorced Andrew after she came back, and voluntarily went to the administrative department..." Murphy covered his face, his voice was a little choked, "Phil told me when Melinda didn't want to see me That's when I realized how much of a mistake I'd made. How much trouble an immature mutant can cause, that's when I really realized."

"But it's not your fault..." Qin comforted Murphy, put her hand on Murphy's back, and patted it regularly.

"I know..." Murphy buried his face in his knees, "I understand the truth, and I quickly learned how to control my abilities."

But this can't change the fact that she ruined a mature agent. Her youthful malice infinitely increased the chance of Melinda being injured, but she didn't even need to be responsible for it, because no one knew what she did, but it was this One thing makes her infinitely disgusted with her abilities: her ingenuity allows her to quickly find a way to destroy a person, and her ability to make such malicious actions produce no evidence.

She was awakened by her own nightmare time and time again, only to find that she might explode because of her emotions again at any time, and she instinctively chose to back down.The result is that, obviously in adolescence when her ability is growing the fastest, her ability is almost stagnant, without any growth, even when she completes the control of her ability, she completely gives up her ability and learns to Go to college like a normal person.

If it weren't for the New York War, she might have continued to give up her abilities, but after the New York War, she only carefully used her abilities in some less important places, for fear of causing any butterfly effect again.

"...But this time it really scared me," Murphy said despondently.

"But you clearly know that what you should do now is to master the new ability."

"That's what it says," Murphy pouted childishly, "Can't I escape for a while?"

Qin seemed to see Murphy's funny expression for the first time, and after holding back for a long time, she still laughed, and then hurriedly apologized to Murphy's accusing eyes: "Pfft... I really didn't expect you to be so Such……"

"How is it?" Murphy lifted the turf in hand in embarrassment, "Are you very childish!"

"Because from the time I came to school, I saw you as a very calm person." Qin dragged her cheeks and looked at Murphy, who was like a child, with a smile, "You even taught us several physics classes. Remember the lesson? That time when Hank was dragged out by Raven for a drink and couldn't get up the next day."

"Remember..." Murphy whispered, "I also tutored Oralo in math, she is so bad in math..."

"Hush..." Qin Xiao fell on the turf.

"And Logan, his counting ability is almost impossible without his fingers and toes..." Murphy groaned at the piano, "Scott broke down Charles' car several times, and it was me It was secretly repaired."

"There is also the stinky chess basket Magneto!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Murphy was surprised, "How do you know?"

"Magneto always comes to play chess with the professor, I thought they were so clever, peeping and watching."

The two girls joked for a long time because of the mutants' academic problems at school. It was almost lunch time, when Qin saw that Murphy had finally regained his composure, and then asked the original question:

"Do you still hate your ability? I mean, if given the chance, would you find a way to get rid of your ability?"

"I haven't thought about this issue, although I really don't like my ability..." Murphy hesitated, "However, since I already have this ability, I think it's better to make good use of it."

"Look! You know it very well, don't you?"

Murphy smiled at Qin who kindly came to comfort her, but she knew that the most essential problem was still not resolved.

034

"Are you saying again that you want me to find someone?"

Murphy frowned and tapped on the keyboard, tilted his head and held the phone between his shoulders and ears, and said in a dissatisfied tone, "Is there only one 'Francis'?"

"Apart from this?"

"British? Are you sure? Did I imitate my British accent enough?"

"...Wade, there are more than 5000 people named Francis registered in the New York Motor Vehicle Administration. If you don't have a photo or something, I can't help it..."

"Oh? Then there is a narrowing range. Where's the number?"

Murphy grabbed a sticky note and scribbled the number on it. At this moment, there was a knock on her office door, and she looked up and saw Steve with his arms folded waiting for her to end the call.

"Well, I'll let you know when I find it." Murphy picked up the phone again, nodded to Steve and quickly ended the call, "Good morning, captain."

"Good morning, Murphy." Steve was wearing a light blue T-shirt that was easy to train, and the close-fitting design showed his beautiful muscle curves, "Will you and Tony come over to debug Sam's mechanical wings this afternoon? "

Murphy frowned, opened his mouth, and finally rubbed his brows and sighed: "...No, I have extra things this afternoon."

"Okay." Steve looked carefully at Murphy's unsightly expression, "What happened? Your expression is not very good."

"It's nothing." Murphy pulled a somewhat perfunctory smile, "Spider-Man seems to be in trouble these two days, I have to keep an eye on it. Will Hill pass?"

Steve nodded slowly: "...she has appeared frequently these two days."

"Good thing." Murphy nodded slightly.

Steve noticed that Murphy was in a different state from before, so he couldn't help but stepped forward with a little worry, looking at the tired girl with her hands on the desk and her head hanging down: "Murphy, if you have any trouble..."

Murphy raised his hand, shook his head quickly, and said in a blunt tone, "No, no, no, I'm fine!"

"Okay," Steve's hand that was about to be raised slowly tightened, "I heard about your psychological evaluation a while ago, you're a little stressed, maybe you want a vacation?"

"Who told you?" Murphy raised his eyes, and there was a cold light in his soft-colored pupils.

"Natasha told me." Steve frowned. "Is this report private?"

Murphy tidied his hair slowly, as if he wanted to use this movement to organize his thoughts. After a long while, he blurted out: "...There are no secrets in the Avengers base."

Steve didn't understand what Murphy meant. Does it mean that her report should be made public or shouldn't be made public?He followed Murphy's gaze and saw an open calendar on her desk. Although she reached out and hurriedly closed the paper calendar, Steve used his superhuman vision to be sure that she was today. There was nothing special in the afternoon that she was absent from the important occasion of mechanical wing modification.She is lying!

"...Is there anything else?" Murphy smiled nervously.

Steve shook his head, said goodbye to Murphy briefly, and returned to training, but he might have to talk to Tony.

Murphy sat down in his chair, leaning on the armrest with his elbows, and rubbed his temples, a bit puzzled why he didn't inform himself about the debugging of the mechanical wing on Friday.She has very high authority in the base, and there is no more than one hand who can bypass her and cancel her trip silently.Who is isolating himself?

Natasha, Hill, and maybe Tony, what are they thinking?

Murphy sighed, and began to pay attention to the news from Wade's side. The things she promised before were delayed by Scott Lang for too long, which made her afraid to call Vanessa.

However, according to Wade's description of the laboratory at the time, for the Avengers, which controls most of the dark activities in the world, it is not too troublesome to extract cocoons from a large amount of resources and information.

The problem is, she found this laboratory for injured veterans, and also found a key figure "angel" in Wade's mouth, but she just couldn't find Francis.

Murphy didn't believe in evil. He held the computer and gnawed at the organization's information without even eating lunch, trying to dig three feet to find that Francis. To be honest, she began to become interested in him. After all, he said he could cure Wade. That broken face that even Helen couldn't do anything about.

"...Why are you interested in this man?" Just after lunch, Hill was holding a tablet and stood at the door of Murphy's office, looking at Murphy in puzzlement in front of a board covered with notes and photos , interlaced and connected by thin lines of various colors.

"Hill?" Murphy just put two question marks on the top, turned his head and noticed Hill's appearance, and the expression on his face became a little unnatural, "Uh, this organization has been in a lot of turmoil recently, look It looks complicated...have you seen this man?"

"Indeed, a new guy killed quite a few of them. It's probably a private matter." Following Murphy's gesture, Hill focused his gaze on a white male with a nearly shaved head. The man's high cheekbones And the tough jaw looks very difficult to deal with, "Aja