"Captain, this is the first time you have asked us for help."

In an ordinary apartment building in Brooklyn, Agent Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D. stood beside Captain America—his childhood idol—a little nervously. While speaking, he sneaked a few glances at the captain, seeing him Frowning, looking worriedly at the child covered in bandages on the bed, he couldn't help comforting him: "Don't worry, the doctor has already checked thoroughly just now. The child just lost a lot of blood and there is no fatal injury. I believe he will wake up soon. come over."

"Thank you."

Captain America could feel the child's weak but gentle breathing, and the creases between his brows gradually relaxed, "Have you found the child's information?"

Speaking of this, Detective Coulson couldn't help but wonder, "No, we didn't find any information about the child. He seemed to appear in that alley out of nowhere, without even leaving a trace of surveillance satellites. Currently only It can be speculated that he may be a mutant who escaped from a special agency, and the agents have collected his blood samples..."

Facing the questioning eyes suddenly cast by his idol, Agent Coulson hurriedly comforted him, "It's just for a test, and all the procedures are absolutely confidential! This child has no identity information, only his genes can give us some clues." .”

Even so, Agent Coulson was concerned.

After their careful inspection, although the little boy was covered with scars, most of them were abrasions and cuts. There were no old injuries from abuse, and there were no pinholes, surgical sutures, or drug infections left by some human experiments. Waiting for the scars, if it weren't for the words Captain America heard and the sharp knife in the child's hand, they would have thought it was a vicious case of intentional wounding.

It seems that we have to wait for the genetic test samples to come out before drawing conclusions.

"The wound on his forehead..."

Steve's hesitant voice interrupted Agent Coulson's thoughts. He looked up and saw the three scars on the boy's forehead in different shades before, and now the shallowest one has completely disappeared. Steve fingered Carefully stroking, "Has it healed?"

Self-healing ability, Wolverine, mutant experiment, a series of key words jumped out of Coulson's mind, so that it can explain why the child has no "old injuries"!

Agent Coulson thought he had figured everything out and immediately picked up his cell phone to call the chief.

***

In a woods on the outskirts of New York, Wolverine, whom Agent Coulson recalled, was staring at a handsome man half lying under a tree with displeasure. When I'm laughing, can I ask this gentleman to help me? Grandpa, I really can't walk."

"F**k!"

The hot-tempered Wolverine Logan Howlett finally brought the strange man into the academy under the command of Professor X, and he didn't care whether he aggravated the other's injuries during the period.

***

The VIP section of the private hospital under the name of Stark in Manhattan is exceptionally quiet. The medical staff work in an orderly manner. The superior medical environment makes the patients live very comfortably. They are rarely beaten for no reason. This place is more inclined to recuperation than treatment.

In the evening, there was a sudden rush of high-heeled shoes trampling in the normally harmonious VIP area. Many people looked up curiously, and saw Pepper Potts, the secretary of the Stark Group, rushing over. Benning to the innermost ward in the VIP area, the latter was not distracted by the gazes of outsiders, she pushed away the ward with a clear goal, her pretty face was full of worry, "Tony, you..."

As soon as Pepper finished the meeting, she learned that Tony was in the hospital, which reminded her of the accident a year ago, and she almost lost Tony because of it!

With Tony's personality, he would never be hospitalized unless he was seriously injured. He hated the smell of the hospital the most.

Little Pepper didn't have time to ask J in detail, so she drove to the hospital. When she opened the door, she saw this scene——

The little boy covered in bandages was holding a small knife (?), and stared at Tony beside the bed with vigilance and fear. His beautiful golden pupils were full of tears, and he looked like he had been bullied but dared not speak out. The other held his hands behind his head and turned his back to her.

Little Pepper immediately turned a corner, "What are you doing, what's the matter with this child?"

Hearing this, Tony turned around and saw that his secretary was relieved. He blinked his big brown eyes and asked for help, "Pepper, you came just in time. I don't know how to get along with children. I just want him to put down the knife and have a good rest." , as a result..." He shrugged as a failure to communicate.

Little Pepper gave the boss a contemptuous look, "I guess you are going to take his knife away."

"Kid, listen to me," Little Pepper instantly softened when facing the child with silver hair and golden pupils, she smiled charmingly and intelligently, "We are not bad people, and we will not hurt you. I am Pepper Potts, you can call me Pepper, this is Tony Stark, I think you may have seen him on TV, he is a very famous Iron Man, children like him very much, what's your name?"

The little boy looked at the two strangers carefully. After a long time, he lowered his eyes and said slowly, "Back, five tigers back."

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