Marvel turns into Iron Man

When you wake up from your sleep, you may sigh that you have had a long dream.

It may also be lamenting that I have slept for so long, or that I slept very comfortably.

But before you have time to sigh, you discover an amazing fact.

It seems that someone has put his hand in your stomach, and it is constantly churning and stirring.

So, at this time, what kind of thoughts will you have?

Skye wants to tell you now, her own answer——

It was a subtle feeling between weirdness and inexplicable pleasure.

"Ah, are you awake...... Wait a minute, it will be fine soon."

The female doctor smiled at the girl lying on the operating table, but she didn't stop working for a moment.

The gentle and steady voice calmed Skye, who was lying on the operating table, a little.

However, the doubt and incomprehension on the girl's face still did not disappear.

"You were shot and the bullet passed through your stomach wall and between your ribs, causing considerable abdominal bleeding."

"Because of the untimely treatment, you have already walked around the edge of death."

Miss Helen naturally noticed the doubt and bewilderment on Skye's face from the corner of her eye, so she simply opened her mouth to explain.

The operation at this time has gradually come to an end, and the finishing work has begun——

Miss Helen slowly closed the incision on the girl's abdomen, and reached out to pick up the small black airbrush that was at hand.

The spray gun was aimed at the long and narrow opening, and a layer of colorless transparent gel was gently sprayed out from the nozzle.

The role of the biogel is naturally to bind the wound, which is then absorbed by the wound to heal.

After that, the rapid healing of the wound is performed by the surgical robot.

"Doctor, where is this place? How long have I been unconscious?"

Looking around, Skye didn't notice any signs of his location.

Even for an organization like S.H.I.E.L.D., the white eagle emblem is painted all over the walls.

But here, the operating room only has steel walls that are painted white, made of alloy, and have a strong sense of technology.

Ignoring the mechanical arm that was using a red cold light to heal the scar on the wound.

Skye finally turned his gaze to the side, the female doctor who had operated on him and was changing clothes.

"Well, when you see the owner here, you will probably understand."

Miss Helen smiled, but she didn't take the initiative to answer the girl's question.

He reached out and took off the medical mask covering his face.

What was revealed was that rather oriental face.

Then, Miss Helen saw an indescribable surprise on Skye's face.

"I remember you, you are Helen Zhao, I saw your file in Stark Industries' database once."

"So, this should be the site of Stark Industries... right?"

Now, it was Miss Helen's turn to show a surprised expression on her face.

She never thought that the girl in front of her was so smart.

You can guess something just because you've seen your Stark Industries profile.

It's just that although the evaluation of this little girl named Skye is a little bit higher.

Miss Helen's face still had a calm expression on her face.

"Actually, you guessed wrong."

"Did I guess wrong, didn't I say right?"

"The answer is that this is the disaster management company, not Stark Industries, so you guessed wrong~"

But I don't know if it's because I've been hanging around with Miss Stark for a long time.

Seeing Skye's dumbfounded expression, Helen showed the same wicked smile as Miss Stark's.

The same expression, Skye has seen many times on Miss Stark's face.

It was also because of this that she would not really believe Miss Helen's joke.

At the same time, on the other side, Coulson's team was on the big plane.

"It's like this—so it's like this—I see—"

Coulson looked helplessly at a certain guy who issued a perfunctory triplet, with no expression on his face.

At this time, Miss Stark was sitting on the sofa in the cabin, where she often sat.

There was a circle of people brought by Coulson, but no one dared to sit next to Miss Stark.

Even under such a crowd of onlookers, Miss Stark still looked indifferent.

However, Coulson's narration did not arouse her interest at all.

It's almost like...it's like...she seems to have expected it a long time ago?

As soon as such thoughts appeared in Coulson's mind, he immediately suppressed them.

How is it possible, not to mention whether anyone will know everything—wait a moment......

The word "know everything" easily reminded Coulson of a very key word.

"So, it's because of this guy called [Clairvoyance] that made you guys jump around for a while at SHIELD?"

Miss Stark was leaning halfway on the white leather sofa, with her hands crossed around her chest, and there seemed to be no expression on her face at all.

"Yeah, this guy is really supernatural..."

Coulson, who was sitting across from Miss Stark, just across a glass table, replied subconsciously.

"So, you would rather guess some unwarranted artificial intelligence, why not doubt your own people."

"Are you SHIELD so sure that the enemy will not lurk inside SHIELD?"

At this moment, the corners of Miss Stark's mouth curled up slightly, her tone frivolous.

It seems to be mocking the internal composition of S.H.I.E.L.D. and its disdain for S.H.I.E.L.D.

She looked around slowly, her eyes flicking across everyone's faces.

Only John Garrett, who was drinking beer with his subordinate Tripp on the bar counter at the side, lingered on his face for a while longer.

That look even made Garrett's heart stop for a moment, wondering if there was something wrong with his disguise.

But in the end, although this was regarded as a kind reminder, it left a shadow in Coulson's heart.

"I've said everything I need to say, and you know what to do—"

Miss Stark said, got up and stood up, ignoring the others and walking towards the front of the cabin.

"Well, what are you going to do?"

Such a move made Coulson feel a little dazed, so he immediately got up and followed.

"It's nothing, just to meet old friends."

Miss Stark said without looking back, and walked into the compartment path leading to the cockpit.

Everyone else looked at Coulson, the boss, for help with puzzled eyes.

But Coulson just replied with an expression of "what are you supposed to do".

Then he followed Miss Stark's footsteps and walked towards the cubicle path.

"Okay... Anyway, we have nothing to do, so let's go back to the laboratory first."

As Simmons said, he reached out and grabbed Fitz's sleeve to pull him out.

The pair were the first to leave, and went down the stairs at the rear of the cabin, back to their own territory.

Aunt May and Ward looked at each other for a while, and then she followed Coulson's footsteps.

She didn't follow to the interrogation room to check the situation, she just planned to go back to the cockpit to calm down and do some things of her own.

After watching for a long time, Ward seemed to have nothing he could do, so he simply sat beside Tripp.

"...It's been a long time since I sat down and drank with you like this, kid."

There was a gentle smile on Garrett's middle-aged man's face.

He reached in and took out a stock bottle of beer from under the bar of the minibar installed in the cabin, and handed it to Ward.

"How long has it been since you graduated from me, Ward?"

"Seven years, after that I was transferred to the French branch by you."

Ward was also unambiguous, took the beer bottle and pulled the cap off.

"It seems that you are still very comfortable staying here...... Then I wish you well."

"And you too, all the best, John."

PS:

Go see Detective Pikachu tomorrow~