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Dolly lay sick on the hospital bed, the doctor gave her an injection, and she muttered in a crying voice, "I'm so uncomfortable."

Helpless eyes can only be cast on Barbara, she is the only one who shows kindness to her in this strange place.

Van Gogh squatted beside her pillow, licked the corners of her eyes with his tongue, and wiped away a tear that was about to fall. "What's wrong with me?" Dolly lay on the bed in fear, her body trembling slightly, a huge sense of loneliness surrounded her, in this place where she didn't even know the name, would she die without anyone knowing?

She had never felt so vulnerable, so alone, like a wet little animal abandoned in the snow.

In a sense of unprecedented vulnerability, she was a little surprised that she could feel this way.

She thought tremblingly, so this is the feeling of being sick.

Barbara possessed herself, put her warm palm on her forehead covered in cold sweat, and said gently: "Don't worry, we have special medicine here, and you will get better soon."

Her fingers slid from cheek to temple, twisting a strand of wet blond hair.

"I'm going to find you a hair dryer to dry your hair. You're going to make it worse. I'll explain everything to you later, just remember that S.H.I.E.L.D. will never hurt you."

She looked at Dolly with her sincere eyes, and these words made Dolores' eyes moist immediately: "Okay, I see."

Barbara walked away quickly, swinging her ponytail. The infirmary was empty, and the silent air was very cold. The bright incandescent lamp hurt Dolly's eyes. She turned her face sideways and stared at Van Gogh's deep dark green eyes. Voice choked: "What's wrong with you?"

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"Phil."

In the corridor, Phil Coulson turned his head and saw Barbara walking up quickly. She was holding a Dyson hair dryer in her hand, which should be her own.

The two walked down the corridor together.

"Does she trust you?"

"Yes. She's a child."

"Oh, interesting, this sentence was also mentioned in the phone call from Tony this morning. Do you know why he took the initiative to call me? Threatening the evil government department not to imprison a teenager who may have super powers little girl, and her cat."

Phil smiled slightly: "His trust in us is impressive."

Barbara asked hesitantly, "All...will we?"

Phil looked at her in astonishment: "Of course not. That's why you came to me?"

"just asking."

"Well, actually, I just came out of the director's office. We decided to turn a blind eye to it. You know, her profile in Boston is very clean and ordinary. She has only been in New York for a few weeks, excluding any human experiments, super serum, Variations caused by chemicals...."

Barbara had a flash of inspiration: "You mean she might be a mutant?"

Phil nodded: "The only reasonable explanation."

"You know mutants are hard to mess with, Magneto? No one wants to take on the Brotherhood, but if she goes to the government... I don't have any complaints about the government's policy on mutants, but I Neither the Secretary nor the Commissioner believed that the government's attitude was beneficial to the current situation, so we unanimously decided to do nothing, and for today, she can go with her cat."

"That's it? Are we just ignoring that cat?" Barbara couldn't believe it.

Phil winked at her slyly: "Not exactly, we just need to monitor until someone takes over. Believe me, he has better ways to deal with that little monster than us."

"Come on, I'll go see her with you."

Phil pursed his lips in the direction of the infirmary, that smile seemed to have some deep meaning.

"Please raise your right hand." The doctor pinched the drip needle in an overly polite manner. If you don't look at the fine sweat on his forehead, he still looks very calm.

Van Gogh was lying on the pillow to the left of Dolores, staring at him without blinking.

In fact, Dolly was also very worried whether Van Gogh would suddenly hurt the doctor, making the already bad situation worse, so she kept stroking Van Gogh's head with her left hand, and comforted her in a weak voice: "He is treating me. , don't move, okay?"

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief and was very grateful: "I will take it lightly."

Dolly put her right hand in the doctor's broad rubber-gloved palm, clenched it into a fist, and endured the pain of the sharp needle piercing the skin.

The cold liquid was poured into the blue blood vessel, and Van Gogh suddenly meowed, which made the doctor almost tremble in fright.

But thanks to his professionalism, he didn't.Dolly patted Van Gogh on the head reproachfully: "Don't do this." The doctor saw that Van Gogh was lazily under his master's palm, and there was a hint of complacency and cunning in his green pupils.

He did it on purpose.

The doctor adjusted his glasses calmly, adjusted the drip, and walked out with cold sweat on his back.

After a while, the door suddenly opened again, it was Barbara and Phil, and behind them was the black doctor who had escaped just now and was about to collapse into the Pacific Ocean.

Dolly struggled to sit up, her brain started to ache again from the violent movement.Barbara walked up quickly to support her, turned over the pillow that was soaked by the back of her head, and raised it up a bit.Dolly's wet eyes looked at Phil in panic, worried that he would ask to keep Van Gogh again.Barbara comforted her by brushing her long hair to the side, and gently stroking her head.

Phil smiled politely at her and said, "Please ask Barbara to dry your hair, otherwise it will exacerbate your headache."

He turned a blind eye to Van Gogh's hateful stare, and sat down on the chair beside him in a leisurely manner, as if he had made up his mind to wait.

Barbara plugged in the hairdryer and sat on the edge of the bed to dry her hair.

Dolly lowered her head meekly. In fact, she was very disturbed. She forcefully rolled Van Gogh to her side, stroking and pressing the back of his neck with her hands.

God help, Van Gogh doesn't suddenly attack him.Dolly thought anxiously.

The warm hot wind blows gently on her scalp, passing through the hair to take away the excess moisture, and let the moisture brought by the humidity dry up. I don't know whether it is the medicine injected into the blood vessels that has worked, or Barbara's gentle fingers have been While massaging her scalp, she felt that her head was gradually not hurting, and her tense nerves were also relaxed.

If no one has spoken in the past few minutes, the empty infirmary will inevitably seem awkwardly quiet. Phil has been sitting on the chair with his eyes crossed casually, leaning on the backrest with his legs crossed casually, smiling and wondering what he is doing. Thinking about something, while the extremely silent doctor was holding a blood vessel and sitting a little far away.

So Barbara just kept talking to Dolly to make her feel more comfortable.

"Do you live in Queens?" Barbara chatted with the warm hum of the hot air.

Dolly whispered, "Yes, just moved in."

"Tony Stark destroyed your house a lot. I've seen the photos of the scene. It's really scary. I'm afraid it will take a long time to repair it before it can be restored."

"No, he saved my life, and Van Gogh's." Dolores said unexpectedly, and Van Gogh sneezed disdainfully under her hands.

"I'm thankful to him, the bullet just went past my leg..."

Dolly was startled, because she suddenly remembered that she didn't have any scars on her body when she took a shower, but she was sure that she had suffered some minor injuries.At first it felt like a hallucination.She hesitated for a moment, then stopped the conversation calmly.

"It didn't hurt me, but it was very close. So that's enough, if anyone is responsible for the damage, I think it should be those terrorists, not Iron Man."

Her eyes fell on the top of Van Gogh's head, and she didn't notice the corner of Phil's mouth quietly raised after hearing this sentence, and the imperceptible softness in his eyes.

"You're right, although Tony Stark is a bastard, he did save a lot of people." Barbara joked with a smile in her voice.

Dolly smiled too, and looked up at her.

"But your apartment may need to be repaired for a while. Don't worry. Stark Industries is said to have arranged to repair your apartment. According to their efficiency, two or three days are enough. Maybe when you go to check and accept, they will be there. Apologies for having a giant Pony in the living room."

The blond girl burst out laughing, and Barbara smiled: "It's just that you're going to live in a hotel these days, don't worry, it's also a five-star hotel they booked, it's very close to your school, the standard Star Hotel Mike style, isn't it?"

Dolly immediately understood the deep meaning of the words, she raised her head eagerly to confirm, Barbara smiled at her, then turned off the hair dryer switch, and touched the girl's light blonde hair that had been blown dry and smooth with her fingertips.

Phil said gently: "Dolores, you can trust us, our intention is never to hurt you or your cat. But please understand us, we must stand in the perspective of public safety for the sake of everyone, you Knowing that the agents knocked over by your kitty yesterday were all trained under the strictest standards, they were born and died several times, but they were knocked down so easily—if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it.”

Van Gogh stared at this sly and cunning human being with heavy eyes, and made a threatening grunt from his throat.

Barbara's eyes quickly skipped over him, and exchanged a brief look with Phil again.

"Look at him." Phil sat motionless.Dolly licked her dry lips, lowered her head and tried to comfort the big white cat that was about to move: "Don't touch Van Gogh, please, don't move."

Not surprisingly, Van Gogh sat down reluctantly amidst the girl's pleading tone, but the hair on his back still stood up aggressively.

Phil blinked, and continued: "You can see his changes, his fur has turned white, his eyes have turned green, and his size is seven or eight times his original size. The important thing is that he has become overly smart and very aggressive. Not even a tiger can have such a strong force."

While talking, he took out a transparent screen larger than the palm of his hand, swiped his fingertips, and a transparent light screen was suspended in front of the bed——

It was an image. There were several tall men standing in the room, guarding in front of a curtain. There was a loud noise, and the closed heavy door crashed to the ground. A white lightning flashed in with afterimages. Inside, relying on enormous strength and excessive speed, those agents barely had time to resist, and fell to the ground after the chaos.

"They said they couldn't even see where Van Gogh was, they just remembered being slapped hard on the back of the head, the back of the neck, on the chest, and then passed out."

Van Gogh grinned and watched as the evidence was released, and an angry grunt came out of his throat. He turned his head and stared at Phil fiercely, but Dolly pinched the back of his neck forcefully.

Phil turned off the light screen, still smiling at Dolly: "Don't worry, they're fine, it's a good thing he didn't stretch out his claws." Otherwise, the picture would be much bloodier.